Page 161 of From Best Friend to Bride
He lowered his mouth to my neck and kissed his way down it, licking and nibbling at the most tender spots. I tilted my head back as he grazed his teeth across my skin, and he rocked against me more intensely.
He sucked on my neck, drawing my skin between his teeth in a gentle bite, and the waves of pleasure became a tsunami that washed over me.
I cried out, tensing against him. The clenching of my legs didn’t stop him, and he continued rocking his cock against me. It drew my orgasm out, and as I gripped him with my shaking limbs, I gasped for breath.
“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing the spot he’d just marked. “That was hot.”
I looked down at him and eased his head back until our eyes met. “You—”
He pulled me away from the door and carried me over to the bed where he lay me down, covering my body with his. He returned to my neck, this time lavishing his attention on the other side.
My clit was aching and sensitive after my orgasm, but that didn’t stop him nestling between my legs and grinding againstme still. I didn’t want him to stop—the little aftershocks of my orgasm that darted through my body were like soft kisses.
We were both fully clothed.
How was thissointimate?
“I want to see,” he breathed into my ear. “I want to see you come, Delilah.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “You just did.”
“No. Properly.” He ran his hand up my stomach, beneath my shirt, and pulled it up to expose my breasts. His thumb brushed over the cup of my bra, and I shuddered when he pressed lightly where my nipple was. “You’re going to understand just how much hell I’ve put myself through by keeping my hands to myself. Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Show me.”
“Show you what, baby?”
“Show me how much you want me.”
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I will. I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll forget we were ever anything other than lovers.”
The shiver that wracked my body at his words left me trembling.
Yes.
This was it.
This was the side of him I’d never seen. The one I wanted to see.
The side I wanted to own, to control, to lose myself in.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and met his eyes. “Then stop talking and start putting that mouth of yours to good use.”
He stared at me for a moment as if my boldness had caught him off guard, then he laughed, cupping my chin. He swept histongue against mine, kissing me hungrily. He reached back and tapped my ankles, and I unhooked them from his waist. As soon as my legs were parted, he slid his hand down my body and under the waistband of my shorts.
I gasped the moment his fingers touched my clit. He kept going, pushing his fingers through my wetness until he reached what he was looking for.
Then, like it was nothing at all, he eased two fingers inside my wet pussy.
I tilted my head back again, clenching at the intrusion.
Just as easily as he’d put them in, he removed them and sat up. Before I could what he was doing, he threw off his own t-shirt and eased back, then closed my legs and pulled my shorts and underwear down with one swift tug.
He parted my legs, and I instinctively closed them again, heat rising in my cheeks.
Because… Fred.
This was Fred.
