“I know you can, but now that you are mine, I want to do it for you. Just let me.” My hands bracket her waist and I lift her out of the truck, setting her in front of me, but I don’t let her go far.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder and walk her toward the building entrance. I keep her there as we ride up the elevator and step onto my floor. When we get to my door, I look over at her, trying to read how she’s feeling. She told me repeatedly that she’s ready for this, but I want to make sure there’s no doubt there. She looks up at me and her eyes are shining with lust.
Delilah steps into the apartment first. I stand in the doorway, just waiting to see what she does. I want her to take the lead, at least for now. She looks over her shoulder as she walks through the dimly lit kitchen. Her hands disappear in front of her as she turns down the hallway that leads to the bedroom.
I shut the door behind me, locking it and then double-checking it before I follow her through the apartment. She crosses the threshold to the bedroom just as I round the corner to the hall. Her feet move a few more steps into the room and stop at the end of the bed. When I walk through the door, she turns around, her eyes finding mine right away.Oh, fuck.
Delilah’s hands are busy working on the buttons on her jersey,myjersey.
She’s standing at the end of my bed on display for me. The unbuttoned jersey reveals a teal mesh bra that meets in a deep V in the valley of her breasts. The jersey still covers most of her, but I can tell that as soon as she lets it fall from her shoulders, this bra won’t hide anything. I can see the creamy white skin and the swell of her breast right through the mesh fabric.
I run my hand over my mouth as I watch her in disbelief. “You are a fucking vision, Delilah—seeing you in my room, just waiting for me in my jersey. Tonight I want you bare so I can see every beautiful fucking inch of you.” I step closer, needing to close some of the space between us. “But someday soon I’ll have you in nothing but my jersey as I devour you.” One more step and I can almost reach out and touch her. “You look like a fucking dream come true.” I don’t even consider the words I use as they pour out of me.
Delilah chuckles, but the sweet sound is frayed with nerves. “You just can’t wait to hear about my dream, can you?”
“Shit . . . I didn’t. I meant it, Delilah. I wasn’t even thinking about that when I said it. You don’t have to—”
She shakes her head, rolling her lips to hold back her laughter. I’m a rambling mess, but there’s no blood flow left to power my brain. “Shhhh. I’ll tell you. I want to.” When I try to move closer, she shakes her head again. “No, stay there. If you come closer, I won’t be able to get the words out.”
I watch as her finger slowly traces over the curve of her collarbone. “The first thing I remember is you touching me here.” Her mouth falls open slightly as her fingers trace a path across her flawless skin. “You were so gentle, but each caress stoked a fire inside me. You told me how badly you’ve wanted me since that first night. And how hard it was to fight it all these years.”
Afraid to interrupt and derail this masterpiece in front of me to confirm that everything she’s said is true, I dip my head, encouraging her to continue. Her hand crosses the front of her body and pushes the jersey down the opposite shoulder, letting the fabric gape open just enough to give me a glimpse of her perfect tits.
Her hand slips under the fabric of the jersey, kneading her breast. My hands tighten into balls at my side. It’s an effort not to reach out and replace her hand with mine.
“You were wearing basketball shorts, and I could see how hard you were for me. Everything was so vivid, I could feel the heat of you pressed against my center. Then you touched me here.” Her fingers ghost around the outline of her beaded nipple. Showing me how I touched her, kneading her breasts and toying with herself until a needy moan slips past her lips. Her lashes flutter closed as she loses herself to the memory. She’s flawless as she tortures both of us, reliving her dream. I flick the button on my pants loose and tug my zipper down. Giving myself a reprieve from the painful confines of my jeans.
“When I told you I needed you and pulled my tank top off, that’s when you told me,‘Fuck, Mi Cielo. You are so beautiful.’”
She rolls her shoulder back, and the jersey slips off. Her hand comes up, sliding it off the other side, so it’s split all the way open. I can’t take my eyes off her. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would end up here. “And then”—she freezes for a moment before she steps forward slowly, and removes the jersey, dropping it to the side. When she stops in front of me, she looks up at me and grins—“you dropped to your knees in front of me.”
I do just that, but keep my hands to myself. I want to see where my fiery girl takes this.
She bends at the waist, running her hands along my shoulders and down my biceps. Before lifting my hands to her hips. “You put your hands here before you worked my bottoms down my legs so that nothing was left between us.”
My hands quickly work the button on her shorts and I guide them down her legs, mapping the curve of her hips with my fingers. My hands run back up her legs and I look up, waiting for permission from her.
“I think we’ve both waited long enough.” Her voice shakes as my fingers toy with the waistband of her matching underwear. The sound of my pulse echoes in my ears as I strip them away to find that she’s already soaked for me.
When my hands land back on her hips, she covers them with her own and pulls them around to grip her ass, tilting her pelvis forward. “Fuck, Delilah. Tell me I eat this pretty pussy in your dream.” I think I would die if she told me this is where she woke up and I didn’t get to taste her.
I look up, waiting for her to say something. Anything. But she just smiles down at me for a beat, eating up how much of a mess I’m for her. On my knees, begging for her to tell me what’s next. She threads her fingers through my hair, holding me so that I can’t do anything but watch her.
“You used your tongue, and it felt so good. Better than anything I have ever felt in real life.” Her grip on my hair loosens, giving me the freedom to move.
I lean forward and pull her to my face, running my tongue along her seam. She tastes like heaven. “Like this?” I ask against her center before I repeat the same motion with my tongue.
“Yes. Just like that and then you used your fingers.” Her voice breaks when I suck her clit into my mouth.
I run my lips along the inside of her thigh. “How many? One?” I ask, sinking one finger into her tight heat.
“No.” Her legs tremble as I crook my finger inside her.
She’s so fucking tight and wet. I circle her clit with my tongue, keeping my lips pressed against her as I ask, “Two?” I add another finger and her knees buckle.
“Yes—just like that.”
“And then what, did you come for me like a good girl?” I pump my two fingers in and out, focusing on the spot that makes her knees lock as I suck her clit back into my mouth.
