Page 165 of From Best Friend to Bride
“Deli.” He exhaled shakily, bringing his hand to cover mine and stilling it. “If you do that right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do. I’m not done with you yet.” He raised his other hand to my cheek and met my eyes. “This is not a no. I’m not rejecting you. It’s just a raincheck.”
I bit the inside of my lip again. “Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” He looped his pinky through mine. “Cross my heart, hope to—”
I kissed him before he could finish that. “Can we…”
“Hm?” He laid me down and pinned both of my hands above my head. “Can we what?”
“Please.” I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Please what?”
“Don’t be a brat,” I muttered, turning my face away. “Are you going to make me say it?”
“You were bolder earlier when you were telling me to put my mouth to good use.” He buried his face in my neck, smiling against my skin. “And, yes. Say it, Delilah. I want to hear your undeniable consent before I fuck you so thoroughly you might never walk again.”
I wasn’t sure it was possible for me to get any redder at this point, so fuck it.
My hands were still bound by him, so I tilted my lips towards his ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Fred. Make it so I can’t sit, never mind walk.”
“You—” He startled, pulling back and staring down at me.
I glared at him, somewhat belligerently. “What? You can dirty talk, but I can’t?”
“No, I just…” He released my hands and pressed his fist to his mouth, turning away as if that could hide the fresh red sheen to his cheeks.
“What?”
“I think I just unlocked a new kink, that’s all.”
I froze.
Then, I laughed. “What the hell?”
“Shit.” His laugh mingled with a shaky breath, and he looked down at me. “Don’t complain later when I have to carry you to the bathroom.”
“Let’s see if you can do it first.”
He clasped my hands again, this time using only one of his, and repositioned himself between my legs. I opened them wider,practically begging him for it, and he guided the head of his cock towards my pussy.
He rubbed it against me, using my wetness as a natural lubricant, then paused. “Like this?”
Oh.
I nodded. “I want to feel you properly.”
“Shit. You’re going to kill me.” He hissed out a breath and pushed inside me. He adjusted his position over me and leant down, kissing me. “Fuck, Deli.”
“Don’t die yet,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “I’m not done.”
He chuckled against my neck, nuzzling his nose against me. “So cocky for one so at my mercy.”
“So many words for one with so many unfulfilled promises,” I shot back.
