Page 69 of Swim To Me

I can’t resist squeezing Delilah’s arse when she bends to slip inside the backseat, the tight fabric of her dress moulding to every perfect inch of her body, highlighting each curve.

She pretends to be shocked, but the twinkle of desire in her eyes and the two pink spots appearing on the high points of her cheeks, give her away.

“Where too, Mr Millen?”

“Bayswater…” Delilah begins, and then changes her mind. “Actually, could we just drive around for a bit? I’m not ready to go home yet.”

Winding my arm around her shoulders, I pull Delilah further into my side, keeping her tucked there while I drop a kiss to the top of her head.

“Not a problem, Miss…”

“Clark,” Delilah supplies.

“Miss Clark.” My driver nods, pressing his foot on the pedal until we’re smoothly pulling away from the curb side.

“Thank you for today.” Delilah peers up at me through her lashes, a fingernail gliding over my thigh in large and then small circles, gradually rising higher and higher.

I widen my legs when my cock kicks at her touch – so simple and yet so effective – dipping to take her lips again. My hands move to cup her face, stealing kisses, while Delilah shifts, her breasts crushed against my shoulder.

“Please tell me this won’t be our last, gorgeous.”

“Our last what?” She pants, lips bee stung.

“Our last date. Promise me it won’t be.”

There’s not a single drop of hesitation in her tone. “I promise, Grey.”

In seconds, I have Delilah on her back. She’s a pretty sight; spread out across my leather seats, thighs bracketing my hips, her dress riding up. I make no move to pull it down, instead pushing it higher until it pools around her waist. Her chest heaves with each unsteady breath, the creamy swell of her breasts spilling out, watching me in rapture.

With nimble fingertips, I’m pulling the neckline of her dress and bra down too, freeing her pretty tits and grabbing a handful.

Catching myself on my forearms, I drape myself over Delilah’s tiny body, tilting my pelvis until she gasps, and I know I’ve grazed her little pink clit. I catch a hard nipple in my mouth, flicking and biting the flesh and then chuckling against her skin when I hear the quietbuzzcoming from the privacy partition. I watch as it rises slowly, blocking my driver from view, sealing Delilah and I in our own little bubble.

A nervous laugh froths from Delilah’s lips, knowing we’ve been caught. I kiss each of her now beet red cheeks, delighting in how sweet she is. My gorgeous girl.

I must say that aloud, as Delilah pulls me down to her lips with a broken little moan, nose rubbing alongside mine.

“We’re not supposed to fuck on the first date.”

I grind down into her hot core, feeling precum leak from my tip. “What have I told you about breaking the rules, Delilah?”

She tucks her face into my neck in answer, pressing hot kisses to the skin she finds there, hands cupping my arse to press me further to her, until we’re practically dry humping like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

“Can you stay quiet for me, gorgeous?” I trace her stained blush with the back of my forefinger. “Unless you want to be heard—”

Delilah imprints her whimpers into my flesh.

Desire and impatience fizzle through my veins. It’s been less than a week since I had Delilah last, but I need her again, need to feel her contracting around me, and my hind brain is unbothered by the potential consequences.

“I can’t promise this is going to last long,” I grit out, fingers dipping under the elasticated waistband of Delilah’s knickers and finding her already drenched.

“Doesn’t matter, need you… need you.”

We’ve both reached out limits, the need to feel each other, to share our ecstasy, triumphing over anything else.

Small hands are unzipping my trousers, pushing them and my underwear down to my knees to grab at my flushed cock. My movements are restricted, but I manage to pull Delilah’s lace knickers to the side and watch as she guides me inside of her.

My groan stutters out of me, muffled by the sound of Delilah’s breasts as I bury my head there.

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