Page 42 of Swim To Me

“Maybe I’ll make you lick it off. Make you—”

“Grey!”

She shatters at my words, contracting around me, burying her head in my neck while her toes curl against my back for the second time this evening. Her body shivers, overstimulated from the way I swipe my thumb over her clit, dragging out her pleasure, while still chasing mine.

Heat tingles at the base of my spine, my balls draw up, growing heavy and tight, and I tuck my face into the crook of Delilah’s shoulder, moaning out her name as I fill the condom.

I grind into her sensitive core, wringing every last drop from my body, taking a second to close my eyes and rest against Delilah’s collarbone.

When I’m sure I finally have full use of my legs back, I peck a kiss to her skin and roll away, heading to Delilah’s bathroom to get rid of the condom.

I’m back within a couple of seconds, a washcloth I found on the side, dampened and in my hand, finding Delilah in the same position I left her in.

Her eyes track my every move; every footstep across the carpet, every gentle swipe of the washcloth between her thighs, each kiss I place to the top of her foot, her shin, her knee.

“Are you staying the night, Grey?” she voices, unexpectedly.

I reply without giving it much thought, “If you want me too.”

Delilah doesn’t reply, instead watching me place the cloth on her bedside table and then she peels back one corner of the covers beside her head.

“I sleep on the left, so you’ll have to take the right.”

I nod, crawling under the covers and hoping the giddiness bubbling in my chest isn’t splayed out over my face.

Laying down, side by side, our faces are so close together I want to reach out and touch her, trace the prominent line of her cupid’s bow.

I want to reach out and press our bodies together, curl up into her heat, place a kiss on Delilah’s forehead.

But I don’t. That pocket of intimate time between us seems to have moved on.

Delilah’s eyes fall shut, makeup laden lashes kissing her cheek. Her breathing becomes even, the warmth of her exhalation coming from her nose kissing my upper lip and I swear she’s already fallen fast asleep, until she whispers, voice so quiet I have to strain my ears to hear her, “Thank you, Grey.”

Chapter 10

Delilah

Iregister the slight pulsing around my temples before I crack my mascara crusted eyes open.

Sunlight streams through the gap in my curtains I forgot to close properly last night, draping itself over the foot of my bed, highlighting the dust motes dancing around the space.

I watch them for a minute before I turn my head on the pillow to look at the clock sitting on my bedside table. Ten AM. Already, London pulses audibly with life outside of my apartment; a car drives by, their engine revving, loud music spilling out of their rolled down window. A dog barks. Somebody shouts something unintelligible.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Except for the warm body I can feel behind mine, Grey’s bare chest pressing up against my naked back, his legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets and his arm slung over my stomach.

I wait for the panic to set in; the overthinking, the constant play of what ifs my mind likes to go over in any given situation.

But nothing comes. My body feels oddly relaxed, my mind quieter than usual.

I chalk it up to the two mind blowing orgasms Grey wrung from my body.

All that thought does is remind me how much I’d like to do it again. But I can’t, we won’t, because we agreed – one night only, to get each other out of one another’s systems.

I thought I’d feel different with Grey out of my system, the urge to reach out for him, gone.

But it’s not. Instead, it’s sitting under my fucking breastbone and in my aching core, unwilling to be ignored.

Shit.

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