Page 78 of Frank's Felon
Frank swept her into his arms and set her down on the sofa. She licked her lips as he removed his shirt. Watching her pink tongue dart out like that had him rock hard. Frank shoved the coffee table out of the way, hearing a vase crash behind him. He’d replace it before Aloe returned to camp. Right now, all he cared about was the female sitting naked on the sofa in front of him.
Without warning, he pulled her to the edge and knelt between her legs.
“I like where this is going,” she said.
He grinned as he nudged her legs open, spread her folds and licked her pussy slow and thorough wanting to savor every minute with her. Frank swirled his tongue around her clit. When that deep, needy moan escaped her lips, he feared he’s lose control of himself. He looked up to the most intoxicating sight, that of his Delilah naked and stretched out, eyes closed, flaming red hair falling back as her chin pointed up toward the ceiling. She was the definition of beauty. Her soft mews. . . as his tongue moved through her folds, toying with her only to pull her little nub between his lips and suck hard. . . well that had to be the sexiest sound he had ever heard.
Her hands sank into his hair, spurring him on, kneading his scalp and setting a rhythm for sucking on her clit. A moment later, her back arched as her thighs clamped around his head, and she squirted him. Life didn’t get any better than that!
“Wow!” Delilah said between quick, heavy pants. Her smile, the look of pure ecstasy on her, could have knocked him over.
Frank kissedthe insides of her thighs as he knelt there, watching her. Did she know what she meant to him?
“I guess I needed that. What about you?” she asked. “I’d be happy to return the favor.”
Her eyes danced and her cheeks rode high with a not-so innocent look. His Delilah was far from innocent. He had known that from the day he had met her, and yet her heart and soul were far purer than anyone he had ever known. She never hid who she was from him. There were events in her life she hid, but never who she was.
Frank rose, unzipped his jeans, finally freeing his rock-hard cock. Her eyes zeroed in on his hand as he stroked himself. The intensity of her gaze could make him spill. The idea of painting her chest and abdomen held quite an appeal right now. He’d gladly mark her in any way she’d allow, to let the world know she was his.
Except the way she was licking her tongue, the way her heated gaze fell on his cock, was too much to ignore. An intense need shot through him, but for more than merely marking her skin with his seed. He needed to possess her as a male possessed a female.
“Mouth, pussy, or ass?” he asked.
“Why, Frank, you’re a romantic! That was the first question you asked me, before I sucked you off.”
His heart fell, still remembering that day. He had been so attracted to her, but more than her body. She had found a way into his soul from the very start. He’d known she was his, but he had pushed her, come on too strong and she’d done more with him than she had wanted to.
“Hey, I was only kidding,” she said, standing up. The back of her fingers drew down his cheek.
The memory of her crying hadn’t faded. Probably never would.
She kissed him, but it was one sided. He had stopped moving, afraid for some reason.
Her smile disappeared. “Oh, Frank, please believe me. I wasn’t in a good place the day we met. Those first few times in fact. I could have walked away from you in that office, but I didn’t want to. I don’t know how to make you understand why I stayed, why I submitted to your demands, so you’re just going to have to believe me. You were the rope I needed to climb out of a very dark and deep pit. I needed you at that moment, more than I even understood at the time.”
“And now, Del? Do you still need me?”
With wide, scared eyes, she nodded. It was as if she was afraid to need anyone. Then true to form, Del did what she does best. She pushed aside her fears and shoved him onto the sofa as she straddled his hips.
“Let me show you how much I need you,” she said as she lowered herself onto his cock.
She sheathed him with ease, with a sensuality that was all Del.
Warm. No longer alone. Home.
He held her hips, pushing up from beneath, sinking further into her depths, only for her to pull off and crash back down on him. The rhythm was so unbelievably easy with her. Then she leaned forward pressing her breasts against his chest as she buried her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her as they moved together, and Frank knew right then this was the last time he’d have her in his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
DELILAH
“I’m nervous,” Delilah confessed as they reached Takara and Mason’s cabin.
“Don’t be,” Frank said.
Two words. That was the most he had said to her since they’d made love earlier. Frank was angry, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of her, Damien, or the entire situation. “You need to talk to Damien.”
“Oh, I intended to. You’re not giving yourself up.”
