Page 115 of Attached At Heart
“So good,” she muttered, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Oh myGod, Blake, it’s so…”
Her words trailed into a moan, and she picked up the pace even more, her perky, perfect breasts bouncing as she clenched around my dick.Holy hell.
“I know,” I groaned. “I know exactly what it is, Lane.”
I drove my hips upward to meet her, and when a sharp gasp flew from her lips, I knew I’d found that spot again. And I knew she was close. Trailing one of my hands from her hip to where we were joined, I slid a finger between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it with consistent, soft flicks.
“Oh—” Delaney leaned forward, pressing closer to my chest. She flexed her hips repeatedly, keeping a steady beat with her body as she sought more from me. “Oh, yes.”
Her breathy whimpers were doing things to me I couldn’t even comprehend, but I also knew what they meant, and I knew I couldn’t stop. I knew I had to keep going, take her all the way.
“Blake,please.”
Her face contorted as I watched her soar toward her peak. She kept saying my name, over and over again, and I kept cataloging the sound in my brain to remember forever. Her lashes fluttered shut, her lips pressing together. There was a look of concentration that I knew I shouldn’t interrupt, but fuck, I had to. Because now I understood where she’d been coming from earlier.
“Look at me when you come, Delaney,” I commanded.
She immediately opened her eyes at my tone.
“You wanted me to watch you, so let me watch you. All of you. I don’t want to miss a single thing when you come on my cock.”
Delaney gave a tight little nod as she bit down on her lip. One of her hands found my hair, dragging her fingers through it and thentugging.
“God, Iloveyour hair,” she panted unexpectedly, and I reveled in the desperation in her voice, grinning.
“You can hold on to my hair while fucking me like this any goddamn day, baby.”
A throaty sigh left her, and I felt the way her tight walls fluttered around me. Oh, fuck yeah. I kept steady, rubbing her clit as she rode me harder.
“Blake, I’m going to?—”
Yes, yes, yes.
Delaney broke off before she could finish the sentence, but that was okay.
“I know,” I whispered, leaning forward to press my lips to her throat. I wanted to feel the vibrations of her cries when she came for me.
I felt her body seize up a second before she even made a sound. Her pussy pulsed in waves, strangling my cock in the most beautiful way. And then Delaney fell apart with a gasping cry, my name on her lips.Myname.Herlips. I could feel the orgasm ripping through her as she shook on top of me, and only once she began to slump, sated and satisfied, did I pull my fingers from between her legs.
And then promptly sucked them into my mouth.
Tasting her when I was this fucking desperate probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Holy shit, Delaney. I’m gonna—” My words descended into a growl when Delaney fell forward onto me. I could feel the brush of her nipples on my chest and the tickle of her damp hair like a halo around my head. And then she continued to pump her hips, causing stars to fill my vision.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I know.”
“Can I?” I asked, teetering on the edge of unleashing a different side of me. I started driving my hips up, thrusting into her as I chased my release. “Are you gonna let me fill this pussy up?”
She sucked at a sensitive spot on my neck. “Yes. I wanted it on the plane, and I still want it now.”
“Yes, Lane?” Her consent made me dizzy. “You want me to fill your tight cunt with my cum?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “I want you to let go, Blake. I want you to fuck me like your wife.”
That was it.
I flipped us over, flung Delaney’s legs over my shoulders, and drove home.
