“Yes. But . . .” She starts before losing herself as I add another finger, curling and rubbing as I kiss my way back up her leg to her clit. The second I pull it between my lips with a sharp suck, she gasps, tensing underneath me.
“Oh shit, Cruz.” She chants my name, like a song on repeat, as her walls clamp down on my fingers. I don’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at her more softly now. I moan against her. Just as turned on by her pleasure, as if it were my own. “Too sensitive. I’ve never come that hard before.” She pants, leaning up on her elbows as she scoots her body back, trying to put space between us.
Part of me wants to pull her back to me and show her that she can get there again and again on my tongue, but my dick might fall off if I don’t get inside her right now. “If you’re too sensitive, we can just cuddle.” I offer with a devilish smile.
I’d stop, of course, in a heartbeat. Dickless or not, but I know that’s not what she wants. I can see it when I look at her lust-filled eyes. The blue is barely a ring around her blown pupils.
She shakes her head slowly, wisps of blonde hair falling around her face. “Not a chance. Get up here and show me how much you missed me. Make me feel the way you need me.” Vulnerability flashes across her face, and her chest flushes. Delilah blushing is my favorite, but not like this.
There should never be a moment of doubt that I want her. She’s the only thing I want. If I have her, nothing else matters.
Pushing off the ground, I lean over the end of the bed so she’s caged under me. Covering her hand with mine, I move down to cup my hard length, never looking away from her. “Feel this? It’s just a fraction of the ways I need you.”
Her dark lashes flutter against rosy cheekbones, and the most wanton sound passes between her lips. I almost fold in half from the sensation when she wraps her finger around me through my pants.
“You’re my best friend, my future, fuck you’re everything. All of it. Not just now, but for years. You’ve got to know that. Never doubt that without you, I’m not complete.” I thrust into her hand. “This is just a bonus. I’ll bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll never forget what it feels like when we are together. But that won’t be a problem right, because I’m your future too.” It’s not a question because I can’t fathom a future where she doesn’t feel the same.
“Yes,” she says. Her voice cracks as she slips her hand inside the waistband of the joggers I’m wearing. “To all of it. Nothing else matters if I’m not yours. You were right. We were always inevitable.”
“Good, then take my cock and get it nice wet with that pretty mouth of yours, so you can show me how well you can take my cock.” She tugs my pants over my hips and I kick them off, letting them fall to the ground. My underwear follows just as quickly and then she drops to her knees in front of me, wrapping her lips around me and taking me all the way back.
It feels too good and it’s not really what I’m after. “That’s my girl. Now back on the bed. I want to feel you gripping me like it’s the reason you were put on this earth.”
Rising from the floor, she runs her tongue over her puffy bottom lip as she does what I asked, her eyes on me the whole time. She shudders when I run my cock over her still sensitive core, her saliva and arousal from earlier mixing.
“Fuck yes, you feel like heaven. Are you ready for me?” I ask, running my length up her slit again. Her heat surrounds me and it feels unbelievably good.
“Always.” She moans when my head nudges her clit.
“That’s it. Look at the way you take me so perfectly.” Her head tilts down to where we are joined and I slowly ease inside her, making her mouth fall open. “You see that, Hermosa? I told you—fucking made for me.”
I have to grit my teeth to keep it together. I’ll never get over this feeling. Each time I’m inside her, I have to fight not to lose myself.
“Kiss me, Cruz.” She’s breathless, tugging me towards her by the back of my neck. “I need to feel all of you.”
I savor every caress of my tongue against hers while I drive into her with the same unhurried tempo. This isn’t a frenzied fuck because I missed her. It’s much more. Even though I haven’t said the words, I use my body to show her. Kissing her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to. Letting my hands worship every inch of skin I can reach.
“Oh god. You feel so good. Don’t ever stop.” Her voice shakes as my cock drags out to the tip. The light coming in from the window catches a tear cresting the corner of her eye.
“Never,” I promise, dropping my forehead to her shoulder as my own release builds, pulling tight at the base of my spine. My hand finds her clit between us, circling it until she’s right there with me. She clings to me, holding tight where her hands are threading through my hair when we both tip over the edge together.
We lay like that tangled up in each other, quietly snuggling and talking in low voices about her trip here and me catching her up on everything with Miller.
After an hour and another leisurely round where she rides me with her legs wrapped around my waist, we move to the shower. I pass the time while we wait to hear from Rich by washing Delilah’s hair.
I can’t help myself when her eyes roll back and her muscles relax as I massage her scalp. It looks a little too much like the way she gets right before she comes. I drop to my knees to show her again how completely she owns my heart.
Delilah looks sated and adorable, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel as she lay diagonally across the bed after our shower. There’s nothing I want more than to crawl in next to her and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist, but I know we’re on borrowed time.
As if I conjured him, my phone rings out from the nightstand. Delilah sits up on the bed, her face a mask of concern. Answering the call, I sink down next to her, letting her wrap me up in her arms as Rich gives me instructions on where to meet him.
Chapter 44
Confessions of
a different kind
Cruz goes rigid under my touch. His voice is scratchy and broken. “The police station? I thought we were meeting at a restaurant.”
