Page 32 of Still Here Without You

“And how do I play my cards right?” Delilah says, a little breathlessly. My heart beats loudly in my chest, wanting desperately to touch her but enjoying the tease at the same time.

“I’ll let you know.” My voice comes out a little raspy as Del runs her hands up my chest and secures them around my shoulders, like she’s holding on for dear life.

When my hand moves up for the third time, Delilah lifts slightly in anticipation, and her breath hitches in my ear. Unable to hold off any longer, I run my fingers through her heat and groan at how wet she is for me. I thought we were done for the night after two earlier sessions, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her. Delilah moans and sinks down onto me, as though she’s lost the use of her legs.

In one quick movement, I spin her around so she’s facing the mantel and secure an arm around her waist. “Hold on tight, baby, I’ve got you.”

Del grips the edge of the wooden frame with one hand and locks the other around my neck. The move stretches her body, making the sweatshirt rise up her perfect stomach.

Sliding my hand down, I cup her between the legs before flattening my palm and inserting a finger into her core. We both moan out loud, and Del’s legs give way again. I hold tight as I insert a second finger and pump them both into her, running my thumb over her most sensitive spot.

“Fuck, Joel. Fuck.” Delilah pants and wriggles and curses, not even realizing how much she’s driving me wild with her movement. But I can change that. I rock my hardness into her ass as I move faster between her legs.

“Yes. Oh God. Don’t stop.”

“Can’t stop. Even if I tried. You feel so good.” I’m just as breathless as she is.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that Dylan could walk out at any moment, but the thought of being caught just turns me on more. “Fuck, Del. I want to finish you off like this, but I’m going to explode.”

“Take me,” she says with another moan, the sound only bringing me that much closer to the edge.

“What?” I say, my mind in a fog.

She lets go of the mantel, reaches around behind her, and slides down my sweats before lifting the sweatshirt she’s wearing up a little higher and bending slightly. “Take me,” she repeats andfuuuck!It’s almost my undoing.

“Goddamn, Del. I want to. Fuck, I want to, but I don’t have any protection. It’s in my room.”

“I’ve been tested recently and I’m on the pill. If you are a hundred percent sure you’re clear, then please.”

“Fuck, yes. I’m one hundred percent sure.” Not a lie and fuck am I glad I have that answer.

Del reaches back again and grips my length, guiding me to her entrance, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever had happen to me. She bends a bit farther, grasping the mantel again before pushing her ass against me.

Gripping her waist tightly with one hand, I push into her in one quick movement, groaning when I’m all the way inside. The feel of her is too much to handle. “I don’t think I can move. It’s…I’ve never…Fuck.”

“Same for me. Never. But I need you to move. I’m close. This can be quick, and we can go again in the bedroom.”

God, yes.

Without another word, we both start grinding against each other, our natural instincts taking over. The faster we move, the more vocal we become. “I can’t…I need…” I rasp, as Delilah moans. “I’m there. Just…”

I reach between her legs to give her a little extra, and she screams out my name, her walls squeezing me as she pulses.

“Jesus fuckingChriiist.” I explode inside her and fall forward, gripping the mantel next to her hand for support.

“That was…” She pants.

“Yep,” I huff and then press a kiss to her shoulder.

When we’re cleaned up and lying in my bed, a thought comes to mind and I smirk.

“So… Dylan’s home.”

She shoots up and looks between my door and me, over and over. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I fake an apologetic cringe before I answer. “Yeah. I’m kidding. At one point, I thought he was, but since I don’t have a text telling me to shut up, I’m pretty sure he’s not.”

She slaps my bare chest a few times and then follows it up with a kiss. “You are going to be the death of me.”

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