Page 119 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“Don’t fucking stop!”

Anthony took her demand to heart and picked up speed. The sound of their bodies slapping together and their harsh breathing filled the room and he lifted her higher, heard the sharp inhale and knew he’d found her spot.

“Be my good girl and come for me, love. I wanna feel your pussy clench around my dick.”

Delilah cried out, the muscles of her channel clamping down around him and he held on tight, keeping up the rapid-fire thrusts until her shaking became soft trembles and she sagged against his shoulder, her lips pressing tiny kisses against his skin.

“Mmm, sex-god.”

Anthony chuckled, his cock aching. “You’re gonna have to hang on a little longer, baby. I’m not there yet.”

Reaching behind her, she deftly unhooked her bustier clasps and slipped it down her arms until her breasts sprang free. Fuck, he wanted those babies in his mouth, but that meant pulling out of her and there was no way that was happening.

Anthony’s hips flexed in hard, jerky motions, the soft brush of Delilah’s lips against his neck, passionate murmurs and a rush of breath against his skin as she told him how amazing he was. How good he felt inside her.

And then she completely broke the dam by gasping, “I love you, Anthony. Forever and always, I’m yours.”

Anthony, unable to hold back anymore, pumped into her, head thrown back, his body trembling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, and the sound of her pleasure took him out completely.

“Delilah, fuck!” he shouted, his balls tightening almost painfully as he came hard, his dick flexing as he released everything into her, giving her all that he had.

When Anthony fell back onto the bed, he kept his arms around Delilah, who sprawled across him like a blanket.

Delilah lifted up and over him, and when he realized she was getting up, he grabbed her thighs, holding her against him. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom to clean up.”

“Now?”

“I told you! Women need to take care of things after.”

Instead of letting her go, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her mouth down to his, kissing her roughly, far from ready to let her go.

When he finally broke the kiss, he rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”

Delilah laughed, a full-throated, contented sound.

“You think I’m joking, but I’m addicted to you, Lila.”

She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him again. “I’m laughing because the thought never crossed my mind.” Suddenly, she rolled off him and when he protested, she giggled. “Calm down. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Anthony grunted. “You’ve got one before I’m coming in after you.”

“Weirdo,” she teased before shutting the door.

Anthony stared up at the celling as he waited for her to return, thinking about what his next move was going to be. He’d been making a list of all the reasons that Delilah should stay with him, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He was trying to go slow and live in the moment with her, but this was his first time being in love and while he planned on it being his last, Anthony wanted to enjoy every moment without holding back.

When Delilah came back into the room and climbed into the bed, Anthony settled her in along his body, his hand stroking over the soft skin of her back.

“Mmm, you’re so warm,” she murmured.

“I’m actually freezing,” he admitted, and she sat up. Anthony maneuvered to the side so he could grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and cover them. “I’ve been thinking about tomorrow. When I kick Brodie’s ass in the games, we should come back here afterward and have our own victory celebration.”

“Hmmm, it would have to be a quickie. I told my parents I’d be coming for a short visit.”

Anthony froze, thinking about the timing. Was she going to ask her parents if she could stay with them? Now, after they finally made love and made promises?