Page 31 of A Moment for Us
“And do what?” Delia’s words are like silk against my skin.
“Sink into you, take you right there where anyone could hear you moaning my name. I wanted to watch you fall apart in my arms.”
She leans up, taking my face in her hands, and I swear she can see all the things I’m not saying. How I want to love her. How I wish I could have her for a lot longer than I will. How much I would give to be a man worthy of her, but will never be.
“I wish you had.”
I close my eyes, feeling too much desire for this girl. “You shouldn’t want me.”
“Well,” she says with a laugh, “it’s too late for that.”
“One day, you’re going to meet a man who will give you the world, Delia. He’s going to love you like you deserve and provide the future you should have.”
“That day isn’t today, so give me what I want now.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, willing to give her anything I can.
“You.”
The sound that comes from me is more animal than man. I push her legs up higher as her head falls back against the blanket. Within seconds, my mouth is on her pussy. I lick, suck, and slide my tongue in and around her. I can’t get deep enough or hard enough, needing to ruin her for that man in her future.
A primal urge to destroy that image is so fierce it makes it impossible to ignore. My tongue laps at her, making various shapes, and she moans louder. I keep going, wanting this moment to be burned into her brain for eternity.
She calls to the devil in me, who is intent on claiming her even though I’ll have to release her after.
“Josh! Yes! Jesus!” Her voice is strained as her hands slap the wood ground.
When I slide a finger into her, the heat and tightness has me aching. I’ve never been this hard or this desperate to be inside a woman.
I need her to come. I can’t wait much longer.
I move my finger in time with my tongue and suck hard.
Delia falls apart. Her moans, mingled with her labored breathing, fill my ears.
I sit up, pushing my pants down as a hazy smile plays on her lips.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her, already rolling on the condom.
“Yes, God, yes.”
I line up at her entrance and push in. She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders. We’re not even halfway undressed. She’s in her dress, and my pants are around my knees, but I feel exposed as we stare at each other.
“Josh.” She sighs.
The quiet reverence in her voice breaks me. I pull back, loving the sound of pleasure that falls from her lips. I push in again, my heart racing, and a chord that I severed years ago starts to wind back around me. Deeper I go, feeling that pull to her. The need to have, care, cherish someone again beckoning.
I shove it away. I can’t do that. Not again. I won’t when I know the pain of loss scars so deeply it disfigures.
Delia rocks her hips up, pushing me to the hilt. Our gazes lock, and when I see the one thing I’d been hoping to never see again, I snap.
I go harder, faster, needing to chase away the demons of my past. Wanting to vanquish the love that I saw in her eyes. She can’t love me. I won’t allow it.
With each hard, steady thrust, lust and desire fill her expression. That’s allowed.
She starts to tighten around my cock again, and it’s too much.
“I’m close,” I warn her. “Let go, Delia.”
