Page 138 of Deliverance

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Zander growls through his teeth. His words are mixed with loud gasps.

“Do you want me to?” I purr, but my hand doesn’t dare slow down. I like the feel of him, writhing and throbbing with need.

It’s the sense of control that his every reaction gives me that I enjoy the most. A sense of control I’ve never had before during intimacy.

“Fuck no, but I want to… Fuck… Let me take care of you too.” He reaches for my wrist and I concede, relaxing my strokes and letting him gain back some of the authority.

We stand like this for a long moment, both panting and fighting for breath, both shaking, both slipping into a state of pure desire.

Carefully, I draw my hand away and he turns around, his erection brushing against the apex of my thighs sends a shockwave through my already trembling limbs. His face dips, soft luscious lips finding mine.

The kiss is hungry and oh-so mind-blowing that my knees give out from that mere thought of how this mouth may feel on other parts of my body if he makes good on his promise.

We don’t talk when Zander gently nudges me toward the bed. My calves hit the frame and then I’m lowered onto the mattress, ever so delicately. There’s a rustle—fabric meeting fabric—when he brings his chest over mine.

In the dim light of the room, he’s just a dark silhouette, but his eyes are bright with intent and his fingers are gentle when they slip under the hem of my dress, bunching up the fabric. Warm, callused palm runs up my thigh. Higher and higher.

My breath catches. I wiggle from his searing touch.

“Is this okay?” he asks, holding my gaze.

I nod. “Yes. It’s more than okay.”

Long, graceful fingers reach the waistband of my panties. A tender tug. “How about this?”

“It’s still okay,” I supply, lifting my hips a little to help him.

“Please tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I trust you won’t do anything that’ll make me want you to stop.”

He responds with another hiss through his teeth. Then the heat of his body disappears. A second hand whispers against my thigh and he slowly drags down my panties and lifts up my dress to reveal my stomach.

My heart gives a savage kick. My pulse is sprinting now because there are thousands of thoughts running through my head, thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking while with him, so I will them to go back to where they came from and I give him my full attention.

I surrender.

A knee nudges my legs open. He scoots back on the blankets and settles between my thighs, then leans forward and presses his mouth right where my belly button is. I know he’s chosen this spot for a reason. It’s his way of showing me how he’s going to undo everything that’s been done to me, and for a second, I feel too much, all these emotions cramming my chest.

Zander’s lips continue to move down to where my need is centered, to where it aches the most.

Slow, wet, erotic kisses.

My toes curl.

A loud heave leaves my lungs. No, not a heave. A moan. A loud, pleasured moan.

Zander responds with a vibrating growl, his mouth moves to my inner thigh and the awareness of his head being between my legs and his silky hair teasing my flesh hits me like a tidal wave.

I still. My nipples are hard and sensitive inside my bra, my eyes staring up at the ceiling. My pulse thrums in my neck and my temples so fast, I’m scared one of my veins will pop.

No one's ever had a burst artery during oral, I tell myself, then I wonder why I’m even thinking about this nonsense with Zander Shaw about to go down on me.

As if reading my mind, he brushes his lips over my entrance and a whole lot of goosebumps riddle my skin.

Next comes the flick of his tongue, tentative, barely a touch at first. Then again and again.

I dig my fingers into the blankets, my back arching upward, my hips bucking against his mouth.

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