I’m not sure how I remain standing or how my legs carry me as she leads me into the living room. With shaky hands she unclasps my bra and watches it fall to the floor. She glances over my shoulder at the sheers blowing in the wind.
“Can people see inside?” Her voice is shaky, too.
“Not with the lights out. We can go to the bedroom.”
She shakes her head and crosses the room, turns off the lights, then returns to me.
“I love the way you look right here.” She settles a shaky hand on my hip. “With the breeze brushing your hair and the moonlight coming in through the curtains.”
I love artistic Delilah, too.
She touches the sides of my underwear with her fingertips and looks me in the eye. “I apologize ahead of time if I suck at this. I’ve never done it before.”
Now I’m the one shaking. I just fell a little harder for her. She’s telling me she didn’t do this with Janessa. This is ours. I’m her first. I seal my lips over hers and kiss her as she lowers me to the couch. I’ve thought about what Delilah’s body would feel like beneath me, on top of me, beside me, a million times, but nothing compares to this first time of feeling the weight of her on me as we kiss. Her hips press to mine, and her hands slide beneath my back and she holds me close. My legs naturally wrap around her. I’d climb inside her if I could. I want to be her everything. I want to be the breath she breathes, the words she says, the blood that pumps through her heart.
She rises up on her palms and looks down at me. Her hair curtains our faces, creating our own private world.
“You’re playing my favorite songs.”
I nod, because my heart is beating so hard it’s swallowed my voice. She smiles and kisses my collarbone, my shoulder. She runs one fingertip down the center of my body so lightly that it tickles and excites me at once. How can one fingertip send so much heat through my body? She follows that finger with her tongue, stopping every few seconds to lavish my heated flesh with an openmouthed kiss. Every time I feel her mouth settle over my skin, it sends a shiver of anticipation right through me. When she gets to my underwear, she kisses each of my hips and splays her hands on my thighs as she runs her tongue along the crease beside my sex. First up one side, then the other.
My body is on fire.
She looks at me through her lashes, then closes her eyes and runs her tongue between my legs. I’m so wet that I can feel the heat of her tongue through the damp material, and it’s about the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. She does it again, and I close my eyes. She repeats it again, and again, and just when I think I’ll tear a hole in my couch cushion with my fingernails if she doesn’t put her tongue on me, she pulls down my underwear. The breeze sweeps across my wet skin as she tosses them to the ground and comes back up so we’re eye to eye. She claims me with a deep, possessive kiss that takes me by surprise and draws me further in to her. I’m pulling at her thong, pressing my hips to her thigh, about to crawl out of my skin.
She smiles against my lips, and her eyes go as dark as the center of the ocean. My heart’s beating so hard my chest feels like it’s going to explode. She takes my breast in her mouth and drives me out of my freaking mind.
“Delilah,” I plead.
She sucks and licks and moves to my other breast, giving it the same lavish attention as the first as her fingers trail south.
Yes, yes, yes.
I’m already so close to the edge I know it won’t take long, but she parts me and teases me with one finger. Languid, torturous strokes that make my insides feel like they’re clawing their way out.
“More. I need more.” I push her shoulders, urging her down. I know I probably shouldn’t rush her, but I can’t help it. When her lips curve up in a coy smile and she shifts lower with greater speed than I’ve ever seen her move, I know she doesn’t mind.
And then her mouth is on me and—yes, yes, yes—she totally knows what to do. I writhe beneath her, moaning and pleading and making noises I’ve never heard myself make. She uses her mouth, her tongue, her teeth, and her hand. Oh God, her hand. My thighs flex and my toes curl under. Pinpricks explode up my limbs and my body bucks and thrusts uncontrollably. She holds my hips down as she strokes and teases, prolonging my climax until I’m sure I’ll die right here on the couch.
“Delil—”
She moves up in record time and captures my plea in her mouth. I taste myself, but the taste of her mouth overpowers it, and I reach between her legs. She’s so wet, so ready. She rocks against my hand, and I know she’s as close as I was when she took me. I push my hand inside her thong and take her right over the edge, swallowing her moans and taking every shudder of her body as a plea for more. My muscles are fatigued, but after the glorious attention she’s just given my body, I want to give her the same pleasure. I wrap my arm around her and shift her beneath me, then make quick work of ridding her sleek, hot body of that pesky thong. I want to kiss her breasts—I love her breasts—but I’m too anxious to get to the rest of her, and she’s pressing on my shoulders. Urging me lower. She doesn’t need to urge. I’m there, and there’s no place else I’d rather be. I spread her thighs and don’t even try to slow my desire. I take her like it’s a race and I’m the winner, and when my name comes off her lips and her body rocks with pleasure, I take her in my arms and hold her like I’m never going to let her go. And hope I never have to.