I nod because talking feels impossible right now.
Slowly, he lowers me onto the bed. His hands never leave my skin as he follows me down, settling his weight against me. I inhale sharply at the contact, at the heat of him.
He kisses me again, tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I open for him. The kiss is deep andfilthyand perfect, igniting a fire low in my belly.
His fingers skim up my ribcage, grazing the swell of my breasts before cupping them fully. I arch into his touch with a gasp, nipples hardening under his palms.
And I don’t want to stop.
“So good,” he murmurs against my mouth. “So perfect.”
My hands find their way under his shirt, mapping the hard planes of his back. I tug impatiently at the fabric and he chuckles low in his throat before sitting back to pull it off completely.
Dear god.
I knew Troy was muscular—I've seen him at camp enough times in just a jersey and shorts—but seeing him like this, defined muscle and smooth skin... It steals the breath from my lungs.
He watches me watch him, a knowing smirk playing about his lips. “Like what you see?”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re ok,” I squeak out. Damn voice betraying me.
He smirks as he leans down to capture my lips again as nimble fingers make quick work of my bra clasp. It joins our shirts on the floor somewhere as he settles back between my legs.
The first brush of his mouth against my breast makes me cry out. He hums in approval before sucking a nipple between his lips. My hands fly to his hair, fingers twisting in the short strands as heat floods my core.
He lavishes attention on one breast then the other until I'm writhing beneath him, hips canting up seeking more friction. He obliges by rocking against me, letting me feel how hard he is already through our clothes.
“Troy—” I gasp out. “Please.”
“What do you want, Delilah?” He purrs, trailing kisses up my neck.
“Touch me,” I manage to get out between breathy moans. “I need you to touch me.”
That smirk is back as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of both my panties and shorts and tugs them down my legs in one motion. Cool air hits my overheated skin making me shudder.
His hand slides between my thighs, fingers parting slick folds to stroke over where I need him most. I buck into his touch with a choked moan.
“So wet already.” He growls appreciatively. “For me.”
“Mmm. That feels really good,” I admit, voice cracking as his fingers circle my entrance.
He watches my face intently, gauging my reactions as he slides one finger inside. I grip his shoulders, nails digging into tanned skin.
“More,” I demand, surprising myself with my boldness.
Troy's eyes darken. “Whatever you want.”
He adds another finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb finds my clit. The dual sensation makes my back arch off the bed.
“God, you're gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. “Spread out on my bed, telling me exactly what you need.”
His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my vision blur at the edges. I moan, loud and unrestrained.
“That's it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
But then he's withdrawing his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. Before I can protest, he's sliding down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, my hipbones.
“I want to taste you,” he says, settling between my thighs. “Can I?”
