Page 30 of Words from the Heart
“Delilah?” Parkers warm voice cut through her mental fog.
“Shit…” She jumped, covering her naked body with her arms. “Parker, get out.”
“I needed to make sure you were ok.”
“Oh my God. Get out. Your friend is downstairs. Fuck.” She muttered.
“He’s outside.” Parker pulled open the shower door and stared at her naked form in front of him.
“Parker…” her voice warned.
Parker couldn’t stop himself, he stepped into the shower and pulled her against him. His mouth found hers. She kissed him back, her wet body melding against his.
“Delilah.” He mumbled against her lips, as he hoisted her up into his arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the shower wall. His hands wound their way into her hair, as his mouth trailed down her neck. Her hands fisted his shirt, “Parker, please.” She slipped her hands beneath the fabric, her nails raking his skin. Leaning into her, he pressed his body into hers as he pulled it over his head, shifting arms to hold her and shimmy out of his soaking shirt. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his lips found hers again. Their kisses were fevered as the water poured over them. Delilah slipped her hand to the button of his pants, releasing the snap holding them on. Slipping her fingers beneath the waist, she fisted his cock. Parker bucked into her, moaning as his tongue licked and tasted her tender flesh. His lips found her pert nipple, sucking in between his lips.
“Please.” Delilah moaned, her hand struggling to free him. She pushed at his jeans and boxers below his hips, freeing his engorged member. Gripping his shaft in her hand, she wiggled her hips lining the soft head of his cock against her folds. With a swift thrust, he was buried inside her. “Oh God.” Delilah leaned her head against the cool tile as Parker nipped and licked her flesh. His hips bucked and pounded, hitting her g-spot as he thrust in and out of her channel. Her body tensed and exploded like a fourth of July celebration. She saw spots as her vision swam in ecstasy. Parker slipped in and out, their flesh smacking echoed inside the stall. Their moans mingled with their heated breaths.
“Fuck, Delilah.” Parker pressed his lips to hers, then rested his head against hers, “I can’t hold on.”
“Then don’t.” She thrust her hip into his, his cock hitting her most sensitive spot. Her walls tightened, swallowing his dick deeper, “I’m going to come.” Delilah said through her panting. Parker sped up, thrusting into her with no regard for their safety. The water tumbled around them, as he bellowed into the small space. “FUCK!” he erupted inside her like a dormant volcano exploding for the first time in years. His come spilled out as her pussy clamped and claimed his seed as her own. The water had run cold by the time they’d come down from their orgasms.
“Shit.” Parker reached behind Delilah and cut off the freezing shower. Stepping out, he wrapped a towel around her before setting her down. His jeans hung below his hips, soaked against his skin. Delilah blushed, “Um… sorry.”
“For what? Fuck, Delilah. I should apologize to you. I’m the one who barged into your shower.”
“I didn’t force you to leave.” She giggled. “Look,” she paused, “This thing between us… I still don’t know what I am doing, but I know I want you in my life. I just need some time to make sense of everything.”
Parker fingered a wet lock hanging against her shoulder, “Delilah, I’ve waited my whole life for you. Waiting a little while longer isn’t going to hurt me.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and stepped around her, “I need to change. Hank is probably wondering what the hell happened to me.”
