Page 39 of Swim To Me

I return Delilah’s giddy grin, stroking my fingers down the soft skin of her inner thighs, never going any higher than the edge of her underwear, watching her writhe impatiently.

Delilah’s right-hand lands on her own breast, kneading the flesh, strumming at her nipple.

Leaning over, I make a grab for her wrist, stopping her movements in its tracks and tip my chin upwards.

“Lie your head on the pillow, gorgeous. Get yourself comfortable before we play.”

Delilah’s bedroom is silent, save for our breathing and the rustle of sheets as she follows my instructions.

Only when she’s waiting for my next move, do I lay myself stomach down, on her bed, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs and pulling her legs apart.

“You gonna let me make you feel good?” I ask, thumbs tickling behind Delilah’s knees.

She nods slowly.

“I need your words, Delilah.”

“Yes, Grey,” she whispers, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“That’s right, gorgeous. You’re going to let me eat you out, and you’re gonna watch me while I make you come all over my tongue, yeah?”

Delilah’s head nods against her pillow and then shakes. “Grey, you don’t have to… we can just fu—”

I tilt my head to the side, questioning, “You don’t want me to taste you?”

“I do, but—”

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

“No, Grey, I do, but—”

I shake my own head. “But, nothing, Delilah. We’ve only got one night together, so you’re going to let me do everything I want to do to you and once we’re done, you’re going to say thank you to me with a smile on your face. Got it?”

I don’t know what snaps inside her, but Delilah spreads her legs further in invite. “Y-yeah.”

“Good girl, gorgeous,” I praise, curling my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and peeling them from her body, in reward.

Once she’s bare, I pin Delilah’s legs to the bed, glancing up at her to check her reaction – all good; chest heaving, pupils dilated, lips parted in anticipation – and then stare back down at her centre.

My mouth waters at the fucking sight of her. She’s hairless except for a neat landing strip, and as I use my two thumbs to peel her apart, I find her pretty, pink, and puffy.

I flick my eyes back up to Delilah’s, holding her stare, and then lower my head, licking a long stripe from her centre up to her hood.

“Grey… fuckkk—”

I smile into her flesh, pressing my middle finger at her entrance and wrapping my lips around Delilah’s clit.

Delilah’s body accepts my finger greedily, easily allowing me to slip my ring finger in beside my middle, contracting around me until I feel the wetness from her already sliding down to my knuckles.

Her body jolts from the bed as I crook both of my fingers, searching for that spongy spot inside her. When Delilah shivers, her back bowing, a broken moan spilling past her sweet lips, I know I’ve found the right spot.

Two hands descend into my hair, grasping at the short strands making my scalp prickle, keeping me there, against her body, her wet cunt, just as she’d done in the living room.

But Delilah’s wrong if she thinks she’s going to be able to keep up her steel whip of control in the bedroom. Not when I’m around, anyway.

I let up the pressure around her bud, using the tip of my tongue to circle and then swipe letters gently in both loops and hard lines.

G

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