Page 40 of Swim To Me

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“Grey,” she grits out, causing me to glance up at her and notice the pretty flush already decorating her body. It dances over her chest, rolling down towards her stomach.

A part of me is keenly interested in what else I can do to her to make that pretty blush flare up again. How much can I push her? How much will she let me?

I reach the fingers, not moving inside her, up the length of Delilah’s body, latching onto her breast, kneading and plucking, the strokes of my tongue still light.

Delilah wraps her hands more firmly around my head, thumbs landing on my temples, her knees bending to allow for more space.

She’s practically shoving my face where she wants me most. I can’t say I mind, but still, Delilah’s not giving up her control.

I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s doing it – trying to control me and my movements, that is.

In one quick move, I slip my fingers out from her, a string of desire connecting my two digits, grab Delilah’s hands from around my head and restrain her wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath my own, much stronger, grip.

“I’m the one giving you your pleasure, Delilah… so, fucking let me.”

Those doe eyes of hers gloss over again, just like they had back at the bar and in the taxi ride and in the sitting room. It’s just finding out exactly which part of myself, my words, I’m offering to Delilah, that make her eyes gloss.

“Now, do you think you can come like this? Without fingers? Because, I don’t think I can trust you not to move your hands again, can I?”

Delilah shakes her head no slowly, peering down at me.

“So, can you come? Because—”

“Uh-huh. I-I don’t usually use my fingers anyway, they’re too small and I can’t reach anything and–Unghh fuck!”

I don’t allow Delilah to finish her sentence, I’ve fucking heard enough already, the mental image of her lying back with her fingers stuffed inside herself, desperately trying to get off, tears of frustration dripping down her cheeks when she doesn’t reach her climax, burning itself into my mind.

In reward, I suck her clit into my mouth, groaning into her pretty, pink flesh when Delilah whines above me, a mixture ofmyname and profanities.

My own stomach tightens at the sound, my cock aching. I grind my hips into the soft mattress for just a second, eyes rolling into the back of my head uncontrollably at the building friction.

“Grey, Grey, Grey,” Delilah pants, legs jerking, her toes curling into my trapezius muscle.

She’s so fucking close I can taste it.

I flatten my tongue over and over and over again, increasing my speed, until Delilah finally fucking breaks with a shout of my name.

Her orgasm splinters through her, hands scrabbling at my palms, and the sheets in an attempt to find anything to hold on to. I thread my fingers through hers as she twitches, lips parted, chest heaving.

I drop my tongue to her opening, catching the proof of her orgasm dripping from her, before moving down further to bite at Delilah’s inner thighs, releasing my grip on her hands, while she comes down from her high.

“You okay, gorgeous?” I voice once she’s stopped shaking, resting my chin on her lower stomach to look at her.

“Better than okay.” Delilah smiles softly at me, lids heavy.

I can’t resist giving her swollen little clit one last kiss, ignoring Delilah’s squeal of protest and the way her legs try to shut, before I crawl up the bed, laying down beside her to take a kiss from her lips.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Delilah mutters against my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers until we’re both sharing the taste of her orgasm.

A breathy, unexpected laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re something else, you know that? Fucking dangerous for my ego, too.”

Delilah hums rather than answers, tilting her pelvis up until I can feel her plump, wet flesh sit upon my upper thigh. My cock strains, staining the inside of my underwear with a wet spot of pre-cum.

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