Fuck, she’s gorgeous. But I have always known that. It’s why I called herHermosathat first night. But seeing her like this it’s something else entirely. This woman is my perfect match. She’s hardworking and loving. She knows what I need, like it’s a sixth sense for her. In my darkest days, she was the only thing that kept me going.
“Mi Cielo, you are fucking stunning. I can’t wait any longer to show you how much you mean to me.”
Delilah turns her head, letting her eyes explore the expanse of my chest. I love the way she still looks at me like it’s the first time she’s seeing me like this. Despite my words, I don’t go straight to the bed. She told me what she wanted and there’s no way in hell I’m not going to deliver. I walk around the bed to my closet and return with the tie I wore when I took Delilah to the Bandits gala.
When I turn back towards her, it’s all bright blue doe eyes looking up at the tie in my hand. Recognition sparking as her lips turn up in a sweet smile that makes her nose crinkle.
“That’s the tie you wore to the gala. You’re going to use that to tie me up?”
“Just your hands, if you still want that?” Her eyes flutter closed, and she nods. “I knew that night that there was no way I could keep ignoring my feelings for you. But you weren’t ready yet. So I waited, but now that you’re mine. I don’t want to keep waiting to live this life with you. I want it all with you. The early morning kisses before you leave for work, coming home from an away game to you in our bed. I want the house, the babies, and the dogs.”
“Is that all?” she asks with an eyebrow raised.
I can’t contain the laugh that rumbles free. “If I didn’t know you better, you mocking me might hurt my feelings. I pour my heart out and that sassy mouth just can’t wait to chime in.” The thing about waiting so long is that I’ve got the patience of a saint. Delilah’s right there with me, it’s written all over her face. Her slightly parted lips and the little hum that left her mouth right before she teases me.
“I only see two problems with this.” Her hands move from where they’re on the bed by her sides to her stomach. She slides one up to her breast and the other moves down her body, cupping her mound. “You’re too far away while I’m here naked in bed and so horny.”
“That sounds like one problem.”
“Does it? I couldn’t tell you because the only thing I can think about is that silky tie in your hand and how good it’s going to feel against my skin when you wrap it around my wrists.”
Stalking forward, I kneel on the bed, coming down on my forearms so I am over the top of her and drop a kiss on her forehead. “Arms above your head.”
Her nipples pucker into tight pink buds at my words, and she slowly lifts her arms without taking her cobalt blue eyes off mine. Looping the black fabric around her wrists, I secure it to the headboard. Delilah tests it by wiggling her hands and tugging.
“Anytime you want out, all you have to do is tell me,” I say, kissing her forehead.
“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”
It takes all my strength to pull myself away from her. Not being able to be with her this last week has me strung tight. Every instinct in me is telling me to sink into her now. I want to kiss her and cover my body with her, but that’s not what I promised her.
And if I am being honest, I am just as excited about seeing how much I can make her squirm. Pushing off the bed, I come around to the foot of the bed. Her long blonde hair is down around her shoulders as she lays stretched across the bed. The position makes her full breasts sit higher on her chest. My gaze travels down her body to where her curves flare out at her hips and my hands twitch to grip them. “Spread your legs for me. Show me how much you want this.”
A whimper escapes her mouth, but she doesn’t immediately do as I ask. “Promise me you’ll stop if it’s too much. The doctor said you need to listen to your body if it’s too hard or you start to feel dizzy—”
“Hermosa, nothing about eating your pussy is hard, and if I get dizzy, it’s going to be because of how badly I want you. Are you going to make me ask again? Or are you going to spread those legs for me and let me have my fun.” I drop my hands to her ankle, smoothing up the creamy skin of her legs as she lets them fall open. Giving me a perfect fucking view of her glistening center. A groan vibrates through me from deep within my chest at the sight of her.
“Look at you, so swollen and wet for me. You did such a good job waiting for me. I bet it was hard not to touch yourself while I left you in here alone and stripped bare for me.” Her breath hitches in her throat, catching as I use my thumbs to spread her. “How badly do you want my tongue right here?” The pad of my thumb brushes upwards. The contact is painfully light and short when it caresses her clit.
I can’t look away when her hips twitch and her head tips back. “Yes. Please—I need you to touch me.”
My cock is throbbing at the breathy way she’s begging for more. Shifting up the bed, I lower my head, kissing just above where I know she wants me the most, and continue my path north until I get to her chest.
“I think I’ll start here.” I trace her nipple with my fingertip before moving to the other side to do the same. I can feel her heart pounding under me as I lower my head to suck one pert bud into my mouth.
“Oh god,” she cries out as I release her nipple with a soft pop. My gaze catches on where her fists are balled tight, gripping the black tie that’s keeping her at my mercy. Dipping my head again, I give the other side equal attention. Alternating back and forth as she writhes underneath me. “Cruz.” My name is a plea for more and it makes me even harder.
Lifting my head from her chest, I look up at her where she’s looking back down at me with her eyes at half mast and strands of her golden hair stuck to the side of her face. She’s a beautiful mess.
“What’s that, Delilah?” I ask, trying to keep my lips from curling upwards in a smile. “Did you want me to stop?”
“No. Never.” Her blue eyes soften as shakes her head side to side, not able to do anything else.
“Never is an awfully long time.” My finger traces lazy circles across her chest and up to her face where I sweep the strand stuck there aside.
“I don’t care. There’s no such thing as too much with you.” She stretches her neck to kiss my chin.
“If you weren’t going to ask me to stop, what did you need? Use your words and I’ll give it to you,” I ask against her lips, letting my hand wander back down to tweak and pull at her nipples.
