Page 21 of The Delta's Rogue
I grit my teeth and shut my eyes, soaking in the feel and the smell of her, committing them to memory. When I open them again, she’s teetering on that edge but holding it in, waiting for me to give her permission to come.
“I’m going to let go of your hands now.” I flick my eyes to where I’m still pinning her arms to the door. “I want you to take whatever you need from me when I do. Touch yourself or cling to me or claw at the door—whatever you need to do as you come. I want to see it. Don’t hold any of your release back from me, Little Rogue.”
She licks her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, loosening my grip on her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sarina.”
I slam my mouth on hers, kissing her once more, my hand moving to grip her chin as I release her wrists from my grasp.
Her lips part, and my tongue slips inside her mouth to meet hers. Our first kiss was sensual and delicious, but this one is something else entirely. This kiss is like soaring through the sky above the treetops. It’s freeing and wild, and sets my soul on fire.
Sarina grabs onto me, pulling me until my chest presses against hers and pushes her gorgeous tits higher. I let go of her chin and dip my fingers between her breasts, mimicking the movements of those in her pussy. Her fists curl into my jacket as she tugs me closer, her body writhing and seeking friction from every inch of mine.
I gently thumb over her clit, testing her sensitivity to being touched there. It throbs once, and she pulses around my digits, her mouth falling open as she struggles to kiss me through the moan I pull from her.
I thumb over her clit again—harder this time and without a pause.
“Sebastian!” she cries.
I continue stroking her, and she kisses me between her moans. Her body snakes against mine as my fingers slide up as high inside her pussy as they can, until she crashes into the ocean of bliss I’ve created for her. She murmurs my name over and over, her mouth hovering right above mine. Her hips roll through each wave of her release, and I cup the back of her head, holding her as close to me as I can.
I’ve seen things in this club that would make my friends blush to know about. But none come close to being as erotic or forbidden as watching and feeling this little rogue fall apart around my fingers and against my body, wrapped in the perfect circle of my arms.
I rest my forehead on hers, panting with her as the last wisps of her pleasure float away into the ether, clutching her to me as I remove my digits carefully.
“Sarina…” My nose brushes her cheek as I sway us side to side.
She tears her face from mine and buries it into my chest, shoulders heaving as she catches her breath. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I adjust her panties and the skirt of her dress. I turn and rest against the door with her in my arms, my hand rubbing up and down as we both return to earth.
We cling to each other, and I continue stroking her back to help soothe her heart rate and her quivering, pleasure-wracked muscles. She relaxes into me further with each pass of my hand, and I lean forward, pressing soft, sweet kisses to her hair and the strip of her forehead I can reach from where she’s nuzzled into my body.
“Are you all right?” I whisper into her hair.
“Mm-hmm.” She hums out her response as she presses herself closer to me, seeking the warmth and comfort of my arms.
“You did so well, Baby Girl,” I praise, never stopping my gentle caresses. “Thank you for trusting me.”
She tilts away from my chest and lifts her eyes to mine, giving me another glimpse of her open vulnerability and a hint of the secrets she keeps tucked away in her heart. Her face angles higher, and I meet her lips with mine, cupping her cheek in one hand as the other wraps around her waist to anchor her to me. I follow her lead, savoring the kiss and the feel of her in my arms—both more perfect than I thought possible.
“Come here,” I say in a low voice, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the couch against the far wall. “Let me take care of you.”
She doesn’t resist, and our lips stay close, meeting in slow, magnetic movements. I reach the black couch and lower her to the cushion, reluctantly untangling her from my arms. I kiss each of her fingers as I pull her arms from my neck, then dart to the small fridge next to the couch to grab a bottle of cool water from inside.
“Drink this.” I crack it open and tip it to her lips.
She places her hand on the bottle and sips slowly, but I don’t remove mine. I perch next to her, watching her as she drinks, ensuring she doesn’t gulp it down too quickly.
When her lips close, I lower the bottle.
A soft blush spreads across her high cheekbones. “I can do that myself, you know.”
I nod. “Of course you can. But I want to take care of you.”
She inhales through her nose as I offer her the water again.
“Being a Dom isn’t just about taking control of pleasure. It’s also about taking care of your sub and giving them what they need,” I explain as I brush her hair away from her face. “It’s important to me to comfort you and take care of you right now.” I lower the water from her lips once more when she swallows.
Her eyes, wide and doe-like, scan my face as she bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment. Then she scoots closer to me, almost crawling into my lap, her fingers curling into my shirt. Her face is against my chest, her ear right over my heart.
