“Eyes on me, Delilah.”
Her eyes flutter open and connect with mine before she gives me a sly smile. Using her other hand to move her panties to the side, she exposes her slick core to me, wet and glistening. Her fingers dip into her center before sliding up to her clit, making small circles there as a moan slips past her lips. “Maverick.”
Holy hell, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Yeah, baby?” My fist starts to pump at a steady pace, matching her rhythm.
“I think I’m gonna come,” she breaths, watching my hand with parted lips.
My movements grow rough as that familiar, anticipatory shiver works its way down my spine. “Fuck,” I groan, watching as she comes undone.
“Oh god.” Her eyes squeeze shut as she cries out. Her fingers slow their movements and her whole body tenses and trembles, riding wave after wave of her pleasure.
Watching her come—flushed and shaking—is all it takes for my own release to barrel through me. My cum paints my stomach and my vision goes spotty as I climax harder than I have in years, leaving me boneless and panting.
Chests heaving, we watch each other in silence, both of us glowing with perspiration. “Are you alright?”
She giggles, clearly giddy. “Never been better, Rebel Man.”
Her joy is contagious, and I feel my own lips stretch into a genuine grin. I grab my discarded t-shirt off the floor and clean my stomach before tucking my dick back into my briefs. Her eyes scan my body as I walk over to her and kneel. “You’re a goddess.”
She bites her lip with a slight shake of her head. “That’s a bit farfetched, don’t you think?”
“Never.” I palm her thighs and spread her legs gently, grabbing her hand—the one she used to touch herself—and bring it to my mouth. “May I?”
Her brow furrows. “You want to taste me?”
“I fear this is the closest I’ll ever come to feeling your thighs wrapped around my head,” I tease. “So yes, but only if you’re okay with it.”
Her eyes scan back and forth between my own, indecisive. “Okay.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She nods. I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the pads of her fingers. I open my mouth and bring the two fingers she used to swirl around her clit inside, closing my lips around them and sucking softly. I hum involuntarily as my cock—which is still mostly hard—twitches at the taste of her.
She squirms on the bed, letting out a small hum.
Swirling my tongue around her fingers, I watch her as her lips part, her surprised intake of breath enough to drive me wild. Once I’m satisfied that I’ve cleaned her fingers off as much as possible, I slowly slide her fingers back out of my mouth with a satisfying pop.
Wide-eyed and breathless, she stares at me. “What do I taste like?”
I lean forward, caging her in between my arms. “Like heaven, baby.”
She blushes. “If you say so.”
It takes all my strength not to lean in further and nuzzle her neck. “You don’t believe me?”
She looks down, avoiding my eyes. “I’ve never… Gabriel never…”
I reach up and cradle her chin, forcing her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me. The man you were forced to marry is a selfish, insecure prick who’s probably never made a woman come in his life.”
She snorts, laughing softly. “He’s certainly never tried.”
“Because he—like most men—is afraid of failure. But what he doesn’t understand is that failing is the best way to learn.”
Delilah sniffles. “I can’t imagine you ever failing at anything.”
It’s my turn to snort now. “Believe me, darlin’. I’ve failed more times than I can count.”
She raises a skeptical brow. “Even at making women come?”
I erupt into a coughing fit while Delilah tries—and fails—to contain her grin. Once I recover, I clear my throat and do my best toanswer. “I can’t say that’s something I’ve personally struggled with, no. But at plenty of other things, yes.”
