Page 113 of Attached At Heart
Delaney leaned into me, letting me switch from one nipple to the other, lavishing my mouth over her breasts while my hands wandered her body. She squirmed beneath my touch, and every slight move she made caused her bare pussy to graze my cock. I watched her touch that pussy last night, and then I got to bury my face in it afterward, and while all of that was earth-shattering, it was nothing compared to feeling her like this.
“Inside you,” I panted, forcing myself to lie back down so I stopped distracting her. “Need to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer, but I promise I’ll be so fucking good to you, Delaney.”
“Yes, need you,” she agreed, looking dazed as she slid forward over my cock, coating it with arousal.
I broke out in a sweat.
I’d never known hunger and desire like this before in my goddamn life.
Christ, I wasn’t going to make it.
Especially when she bit down on her lip, moaning when we connected just right. Still, I tried. Tried to keep it together. I kept my eyes on her gorgeous face and those brilliant blue eyes even as I felt her hand wrap around my shaft, repositioning us.
Somewhere in my spellbound brain, reality made a brief appearance.
“Condom, Delaney,” I rasped. “Fuck, I don’t even know if I have one, but I can look.”
“We don’t have to.” She shook her head, looking baffled upon having her exploration of my cock interrupted. “It’s up to you. I’m clean.”
“Same.” I exhaled with relief. Until she dragged my tip between her legs, and liquid heat erupted inside me. She was so…so,fuck. “Do you have any idea,” I choked out, “how fucking wet your pussy is for me right now?”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted breathlessly. She blinked down at me with eyes that were anything but innocent. “I told you I wanted you.”
She could repeat that a million times, and I’d never get sick of hearing it.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak, and even then, it came out low, gravelly. “And I told you to take me.”
Delaney’s body vibrated with tension as she stroked my length from top to bottom, eyes growing wide. I hissed through my teeth, not wanting her to stop because I knew she was familiarizing herself with my body, preparing herself for what was about to happen. But waiting was so fucking hard.
Literally.
“Blake.” I nearly fainted from how she said my name. “You’re so…will you fit?”
“Yeah, baby,” I reassured. “I will. You can take it.”
Her breathing picked up, and I couldn’t tell if she was anxious or eager. So I added, “I promise, Lane. Just…go slow if you need to.”
I wasn’t sure why I was encouraging her to torture me more.
Actually, that was a lie.
I knew why.
Delaney’s well-being and comfort would always come before mine. Even if it drove me to my goddamn wit’s end.
Her bright gaze found mine, our eyes locked as she did exactly as I told her. She took me, slow and measured, her lips parting with a gasp as she sank onto me, letting me slide deeper and deeper.Shit.It was agonizing and amazing, the first taste of friction and my first dip into unprecedented bliss.
There was nothing before her and nothing after her that would ever feel as perfect as this. She was the end-all and be-all of everything I had ever wanted.
“Good girl,” I praised, my voice a husky mess. “You’re doing so good. You know that, right?”
Delaney nodded, emitting a tiny whimpering noise as she concentrated on what she was doing, hands braced on my chest, tits pushed together.
Fuck, she was so hot. So gorgeous. How was I supposed to do this?
Clearly, I was a glutton for torture because the next murmured words out of my mouth were, “I’m not all the way in yet. Just a little more, baby. You can do it.”
With one final movement, she sank all the way down.Fuck. Bottomed out inside her, I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. It was all I could do. Watch the ceiling fan go round and round, trying to count the number of times it turned. But it was impossible.
