My control was barely leashed, and it took everything in me to not tear our clothing from our bodies. Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband, I peeled her jeans down and over her ass, letting them pool at her ankles. She made no move to step out of them, and I loved that we were adding a little bondage to the moment. Then I gripped the thin strap of her panties, curled it around my fingers, and tore it from her body.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her head drooping. “Add that to the list of reasons why I should wear panties more often.”
“You like me feral for you, Whiskey? Like when I’m out of control?”
“I live for it,” she responded. She straightened, her back pressed to my chest, and my hands came around her front, cupping her breasts through the thin material of her sweater. My thumbs brushed over the tight peaks of her nipples, and she arched against me, breath leaving her in a soft huff. She angledher head to look at me and said, “I’m the only one who gets you like this, QB. The only one who gets every version of you, and who loves each of them. You can be as unrestrained in bed as you want to be because I know outside of it, you fucking worship the ground I walk on.”
“You’re goddamn right,” I breathed reverently, kissing her roughly before shoving her back over the arm of the couch. A moment later, my own pants and briefs were around my ankles, one hand around my rapidly hardening cock as the other swept through Delia’s slit.
Already, she was fucking dripping, and I coated my fingers, then moved them to her ass. Dropping my cock, I spread her cheeks apart and settled my thumb against her hole.
“I’m gonna work you like this first,” I said, awed by the way she shifted back, urging me on, her body practically begging for it. She wanted this as badly as I did.
I worked her slowly, gently massaging before she relaxed enough for me to slip the digit inside.
She moaned in response.
“Feel good?”
“God yes.”
“Fuck,” I cursed. “I’m going to blow apart the second I sink in here.”
“What’re you waiting for?”
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” I said absently, marveling at the grip. It was tighter than her pussy, and I honestly wasn’t even sure how I’d fit.
We were about to find out, because I couldn’t wait any longer, and Delia had begun shifting back and forth against my touch,making little impatient noises, asking for more.
I withdrew my thumb and once again coated my hand in her desire, swiping up to her ass then using the rest to coat my cock.
And then I gripped myself at the base and placed the head against her.
“Relax, baby,” I said softly.
Delia exhaled roughly, her muscles loosening, and I pushed my head just past her rim.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked, panicking. “You okay?”
“I’m good, QB. Just…give me a sec.”
I was fucking dying, but I stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust. I felt the moment she relaxed against me, and a beat later she said, “Keep going.”
Slowly, I inched my way in, sweat beaded on my brow and at my temples by the time I was fully seated.
“Fuck,” Delia swore.
“How does it feel?”
“So full.”
“You okay if I move?”
“I think I might die if you don’t.”
Nearly as slowly as I pushed in, I backed out, and Delia let out a loud moan as I pumped back in on a quick stroke.
