Page 65 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

His heart thundered in his chest as she straddled him, her lips pressed against the pulse of his neck, and her warm breath rushed across his skin when she murmured, “Also, I’m testing your resolve.”

“Shit,” he said, earning a giggle from Delilah. Her hand cradled the back of his neck as she kissed her way along his jawline, finally brushing his mouth with hers. Delilah’s other hand slipped between them, under the comforter and cupped him in her palm.

“Hmmm, what have we here?”

Anthony took her shoulders and rolled her from on top of him, kicking off the comforter to follow her. Anthony pressed her into the mattress, throwing his leg over her thighs to hold her there.

He slid his hand over the backs of her thighs and glided it over her skin until he touched the bottom of her flannel shorts.

“Oh,” she gasped as his fingers explored past the hem, discovering that Delilah was indeed naked underneath. His palm cupped the globe of her ass and she wriggled against his touch.

“You’re a very bad girl, Lila.” He removed his hand from her shorts and gave her a soft swat on her posterior. She gasped softly and he brushed the hair from the back of her neck. “Did that hurt?”

Delilah shook her head and Anthony pushed up onto his hands and positioned his knees on either side of hers, leaning over to nip at the back of her neck. Delilah jerked in response, arching her back and he did it again, following it up with a flick of his tongue. Her skin tasted clean and carried a subtle floral scent that he couldn’t place.

“I promised that I wouldn’t disrespect your parents.” Anthony rubbed his hard length against the curve of her ass and she whimpered, pushing back against him. Delilah was incredibly responsive, just one more thing that made her nearly irresistible. It took everything in him not to give in, to pull those adorable shorts down and bare her to him. It wouldn’t take much to have her writhing under him, wet and ready for his cock, but there would be no stopping once he started. Delilah tempted him to throw his vow to the wayside, to forget about her parents upstairs, to let the rest of the world fall away and bury himself in her.

“What about me?” she whispered. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about disrespecting me?”

“And how am I doing that, baby?”

“By holding back, you’re telling me I’m nothing more to you than all the others.”

Anthony jerked back like he’d been shot, her words cutting deep. He turned her over so he could see her face, and he saw the tears clinging to her lashes. His heart squeezed, and he brushed the tear away. “Don’t manipulate me.”

She opened her eyes, blinking at him. “I’m not.”

Realizing he’d come off harsher than he meant, Anthony softened his tone. “Holding back is about me and has nothing to do with you. I feel a great deal about you.”

“I get it.” Delilah relaxed into him, smiling softly. “You don’t want to have sex until you fall in love. That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things, right?”

“What did you have in mind, Lilah?” he asked, brushing his mouth over hers. “Do you want me to go down on you again and play with your sweet pussy until you come all over my tongue?” Anthony untied her shorts and slipped his hand inside, cupping her with his palm. “Or maybe you want to get on your knees and suck on my cock? Hmmm, so many possibilities.”

Anthony grabbed the top of her shorts and dragged them down her legs, exposing her to the light. His cock throbbed, flexing as he slipped a finger between her lips and rubbed along the wet folds, his excitement reaching explosive heights as he slipped from the bed. He fully removed her shorts and met her gaze, holding it as he stripped off his T-shirt and pajama pants.

“Close your eyes, baby.”

“Why? I like watching you.”

Anthony smiled. “Trust me. You’re going to love this more.”

Delilah closed her eyes, feeling exposed in the light, but too turned on to truly care. The bed shifted under Anthony’s weight as he climbed back onto the mattress and she held her breath, waiting, expecting to feel his mouth and tongue probing her already soaking wet center.

Something rubbed against her seam, dragging along in an upward motion until it connected with her clit. It circled her, warm and soft, the texture creating electric currents of pleasure and she gasped.

“Feel good?”

Delilah realized as he pressed between the lips of her labia and rubbed against her opening that it was his cock. Anthony was using his cock to tease and torment her. He pushed against her slightly, and she cried out, “Yes.”

Anthony’s hips moved, the length of him sliding against her sensitive flesh and Delilah opened her eyes. He held himself over her, watching her face as he ground into her. Delilah’s back bowed when his tip connected with her clit, whimpering.

“God, you feel so fucking good. Wet and hot.” He picked up speed and that heavy ache built inside. Delilah bit her lip to keep from crying out and waking her parents. When the tip of him slipped inside, Delilah gasped, hips arching to take more, but he was already pulling back.

“No,” she begged.

Anthony lowered himself between her legs and devoured her like a starving man, his tongue pressing her clit in hard circles. His whiskers rubbed against her labia and the skin of her thighs, the pressure building until she couldn’t climb any higher. Delilah grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as she came writhing against his mouth, her body shuddering with release. She pulled the pillow from her face and took a deep breath, languid with pleasure.

He crawled up the bed until his stiff cock rested against her. His mouth brushed hers, trailing soft kisses across her cheek. “Is that what you wanted?”