Page 59 of The Life We Left Behind

Didn’t she know by now that there was no way I was ever letting her go? It wasn’t a question of if, but when. However long it took, I was going to make Delaney mine again. But for now, I’d take whatever she was willing to give to me.

We became a flurry of movement as we started to pull the clothes off each other’s bodies.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you,” Delaney said, kissing me again before I even had a chance to answer.

I was unclasping her bra and moving to drag my lips across that spot on her neck that made her shiver when I asked, “Why?”

Her breath hitched as the clasp easily popped free, and I pulled the bra from her body, the cool air of the office pebbling her nipples to hard, perfect points.

“I can’t seem to remember right now,” she gasped as I ducked my head and ran my tongue across the stiff peak of her breast.

How, after all these years, was she still so perfect?

I pushed Delaney back on the couch, needing to see her laid out before me. I could appreciate how lucky I was to have even gotten a chance at this moment, and I wanted to remember every second of it.

My lips brushed over her stomach as I lifted up her hips to pull her slacks and her panties down over her ass. Her hands came to the waistband as I did, pushing at the fabric to try to get free of them quicker.

We both laughed then at how ridiculous this was. We were adults, and yes, we were in my office, but there wasn’t anyone else around. But this felt so much like when we were teenagers.When teasing kisses turned into desperate touches, and we were grateful for any second of time we could get alone.

Delaney’s hands were already at my waistband, and I wasted no time in kicking off my dress pants. I wanted to feel her beautiful body wrapped around me. I didn’t want anything between us, not even fabric.

My lips found hers again as she pulled me closer. Her hands roaming my back and gripping my ass to pull me closer. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock like it was begging me to take her now.

But then she suddenly flipped us, and given that we were only on the couch in my office, we tumbled together to the floor.

I landed flat on my back with an oomph as Delaney landed on top of me. The giggle she gave as she did made me feel like a teenager again.

Pressing her hands to my chest, she pulled back to look at me. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not even a little.”

She started to kiss down my body, and I gathered her hair up into my hand so I had an uninterrupted view of her face. Her fingers grazed across my skin as she worked her way down.

When she reached my cock, she trailed her tongue along the hard length, and I groaned.

“Is this a good idea?” she asked, then she opened her mouth and took my whole length inside her.

“Oh fuck. Yep, yes, definitely a good idea.”

I was panting with how good it felt as she gently sucked, pulling me free of her mouth before she swirled her tongue around the tip and then swallowed me down again.

Fuck, had it always been this good?

One of her hands cradled my balls, tugging softly as she opened her throat and took me as deep as she could.

I wasn’t going to last long if she kept doing that.

But then she was moving faster, her tongue licking along my shaft as she moved her mouth up and down, every so often popping the tip out of her mouth and swiping the precum off with her tongue.

She hummed in delight as she took me deep into her throat again, and I nearly came.

It couldn’t end like this. Not yet.

“Not yet,” I groaned out, partly because I didn’t really want her to stop. I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her off me. “I can’t come yet. Not until I’m inside that beautiful pussy of yours.”

She grinned as she slowly made her way back up my body.

“Hmmm, what makes you think you get to do that?”

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