Page 38 of Swim To Me

“These giggles of yours are so sweet, gorgeous,” I manage to bite out, digging my toes into the fluffy carpet to push past the haze of ecstasy pulsating through me. “But you won’t be giggling when I’m finished with you.”

Delilah’s giggle tails off into a whimper as my hand tightens over her breastbone, thumb and forefinger pinching at her rosy coloured bud.

“What will I be, then?” she wonders, snapping her hips into mine.

“Hoarse from screaming.”

“You sound awfully cocky about that,” Delilah retorts, but I can see how much she likes it. It’s written all over her usually unreadable face.

“Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

Delilah rubs me over my briefs in answer, yanking down my trousers, until I step out of them. I watch the way her eyes dip down to the outline of my large cock, her throat bobbing as sheswallows, eyes flashing up to mine when I lay a finger under her chin and force her to look back at my face.

My entire skin prickles with the force of her attention, my heart beating a million miles an hour, ramming against my ribcage as I steal another kiss.

“Take the rest of your dress off, Delilah. Let me see all of you.”

She complies without another word, stepping back an inch to shimmy the material over her hips and down past her legs, until it pools on the carpet.

I rake my eyes over the short length of her; hair an artful, sexy mess from my hands, breasts heavy, nipples begging to be licked, a slightly rounded lower stomach I want to nibble at and a delightful little black lace thong covering her pussy.

Every coherent thought leaves my mind, spilling between my ears, as Delilah turns around, peering over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching the way her thong frames her arse. She widens her stance ever so slightly, wiggling, making her arse bounce and move in ripples. My jaw strains from how hard I’m clenching, imagining biting down, sinking my teeth in…

I want to feel her move like that against my cock, bounce herself back on my length, helpless and a mess, hands tied behind her back so she can’t get friction on her clit.

I want to feel her dance against me like that, somewhere in public I can grab her hips, and whisper in her ear every single filthy thing I’m going to do to her, while the string of tension between us reaches breaking point.

I want—

My mind chooses this exact moment to remind me this is going to be a one-time thing. We both agreed.

The thought stings, I’m not going to lie, but I can either focus on the sting, feeling it turn into a lethal burn, or I can enjoythis moment, right now; catalogue it into my brain so I can remember it forever.

The choice isn’t a hard one.

I reach out to grab at the lace waistband of Delilah’s thong, but she moves out of my way, shaking her head ‘no’, slowly.

“Not yet, Grey.”

Fuck me…

Still watching me over her shoulder, she walks forward, planting her hands onto the edge of her bed and then lifts one knee onto the mattress at a time.

In her all-fours position, I can see all of her, the material of her underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. It clings to the outline of her pussy, and just as I think she can’t possibly get any hotter than this, Delilah reaches between herself, pointer and middle finger spread, pointing towards me, leaving what I can only imagine to be her clit nestled in between the webbed flesh of her hand.

My control snaps when Delilah grinds down on herself, eliciting a soft moan, legs spreading just a touch wider.

She’ll have to be spreading herself a lot wider than a touch to get me to fit between her thighs.

But, by God, am I going to make myself fucking fit.

I stalk forward, flipping Delilah over onto her back with ease. She squeals, head landing in the middle of her bed, nowhere near her perfectly curated triangle of throw cushions.

For a second, I simply look down at her, drinking her in.

She’s fucking gorgeous. A knockout. And her smile…Christ.

That smile of hers is directed straight at me, eyes creasing at the corners, in a way that makes my chest ache strangely.

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