Page 114 of Attached At Heart
“Blake?”
“Same problem as last night,” I managed to get out, hardly able to talk with how paralyzed by pleasure I felt. “Watching you is too…Lane, the way you look seated on my cock is…” I shook my head. I didn’t have words for it.
“What do you want me to do?” Her voice came through as strained as mine. Like it could be plucked and played like a fiddle.
“Nothing. Everything.Fuck.”
“Can I move?” She sounded like she was begging, andholy shit. Delaney begging to fuck me was the pinnacle of my existence—nothing could ever top it. “I think I need to move. You feel…”
“Please say good.”
“Sogood.”
“Thank God. Ride me, sweetheart,” I begged. My turn. “Please. Use me however you want.”
“But I want you to feel good, too.”
“I’m inside you, Delaney. I’m in fucking heaven.”
Delaney relented, experimenting with sliding up and down my erection, and a moan broke through my lips. More heat unraveled in my gut, taking over. More sweat broke out across my skin, a feverish need. And she’d barely even moved.
“Can you look at me?” she asked, her breathing erratic. And then more steadily, “I want you to watch me.”
Delaney being bold enough to ask for something that she wanted—and in the bedroom, no less—was something I could never deny.
I took a few seconds to even my breathing, bring my body back down to a point where I knew I could hold out, make this last, make it good. Give her everything she wanted. Which, right now, was to look at her. So I did, flashing a wicked grin while taking in her gorgeous face. “Between last night and now, I think I’ve figured out what one of your kinks is.”
She blushed. “Well, I…”
I shook my head. She didn’t need to be embarrassed. I wanted to hear more about what she wanted. I wanted to hear everything.Neededto hear it. “It’s okay, Lane.”
“I also just like to see your expression,” she said with a shrug and then came down on my cock even harder, throwing her head back with a groan before peering down at me, a smirk on her lips when she saw the way my jaw had dropped. “I like to see how you’re feeling.”
“I promise you, Delaney London…”Delaney London, Delaney London, Delaney London.“Being inside you feels better than anything I can ever remember. You’ve barely even moved yet, and this is the most erotic experience of my life.”
Her lips parted, and fuck, I wanted to kiss them. “That can’t be true.”
I couldn’t reach her lips with mine, so I ran my hands up her body and brushed my fingers over her mouth instead. Shetrapped my ring finger between her lips, sucking slightly, and I couldn’t help it; I canted my hips upward, needing to sink further into her. Delaney released my finger on a gasp, her eyes growing bright in a way that told me I’d found the spot that would end her when she was ready.
“You can believe whatever you want to believe,” I said shakily. “I don’t care. But I need you to just stop thinking and fuck me, Lane.”
I needed Delaney to fuck me because I knew I couldn’t fuck her. I didn’t trust that I could stay controlled enough without completely unraveling. Without baring my entire fucking soul while I got lost in her.
I needed her to get lost in me instead.
“I can do that,” she breathed, and then Delaney rolled her hips back and forth with a sensual rhythm, proving what I’d suspected: all those years of dance had given her the skills that I wanted to spend a long time exploring. And then she paused that movement, switching to riding my cock up and down, and I clenched my jaw to keep from sputtering out unintelligible words.
“Blake,” she moaned.
She moaned my name while fucking me, and I would forever know satisfaction.
“Just like that,” I panted.
“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up, and I realized how much she liked the praise, craved the feedback, the reassurance. I’d happily give her more of that.
I grabbed her hips, helping her keep the pace. “Yeah, that’s perfect, baby.”
Delaney rode harder, and I encouraged her, my grip tightening, urging her thrusts on.
