Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I was male.
She was female.
And I wanted her desperately. And as I felt myself move closer, my nostrils flaring in approval as I watched her move closer too, I held my breath, knowing what we were about to do might very well be crossing lines that could never be uncrossed.
But I didn’t care, because nothing had ever felt as right as this moment with Delilah.
8
Delilah
He was going to kiss me.
And I was leaning in, ready to accept it.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough oxygen into my lungs. I was drowning, free falling, nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to catch me. And I’d never wanted to plummet into the abyss more than I did right now. Right in Mal’s arms.
We stood at this precipice, only inches separating our mouths, both of us breathing the same air, everything in me so attuned to this boy all I felt, heard, saw was him.
We were at this standstill, and I hated it, so I did something to rectify the situation.
I moved that last inch that separated us, my thigh brushing against his. Every part of my body tingled in a way that made me weak and breathless. But before I could touch him, kiss him, beg him to take me to my room and part my thighs like I’d fantasized for far too long, Mal lifted his hand and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip.
My mouth opened on its own, as if I had no control over the act. Every part of my body tingled as I stared at him, as I felt him brushing the pad back and forth in a calming, gentle sweep along the ultra-sensitive flesh of my mouth.
His focus was trained on what he did, his eyes hooded in something that couldn’t be called anything but lust.
“Delilah.” My name, a strangled groan from his lips. I sighed in pleasure, my body warming. Softening for him. “Did you drink tonight?” His words were so gruff and harsh, so very masculine.
I blinked a few times to try to clear my head as his words penetrated my brain. “A swig from my father's whiskey.” The words were nothing more than a moan.
Mal closed his eyes, a shiver wracking his big body. “Are you drunk?” He opened his eyes, and I shook my head.
“No,” I whimpered as a shot of lust slammed into me so unexpectedly that if I had been standing, I would have fallen over.
I wasn’t drunk, not in the slightest. But I felt good. I felt courageous as I placed a hand on his muscular thigh and felt him tense beneath me. “I don’t think I’ve ever thought more clearly, Mal.” And that was the truth.
And then Mal had his mouth on mine. The groan that spilled from him sounded so deep and… hungry.
My chest was to his, my breasts against the hard planes of his muscles. I was drowning in the way he made me feel.
I was so wet, my panties saturated from my rising arousal. All I wanted to do was tell him, to let him know I was so ready for him.
“Maybe I should stop,” he said right after he broke the kiss, severed the connection.
I licked my lips, tasting the spicy, male flavor that covered my mouth. “I don’t want you to stop.” I slid my other hand over his bicep, the muscles so defined, so very male. “I want you, Mal. So bad,” I whispered, knowing the shot was what made me feel so bold to admit any of this.
Mal groaned and closed his eyes, his jaw clenched tight, the strain on his face akin to pain. But I knew he was keyed up just like me.
“Jesus,” he gritted out right before he gripped my hips and hauled me up onto his lap.
I straddled him, my legs on either side of his big body. A gasp left me at the feel of him. All hard planes against my soft curves.
I saw something flicker in his eyes right before a storm of desire washed over him. The thick length wedged between us, only separated from me by his jeans and my pajama pants, gave a mighty jerk. I gasped then moaned at the sensation.
He ran his hands along my waist, up my sides, and I felt him tease the edges of my breasts. I was braless, and I felt my nipples poking through the too thin shirt covering them.
His lips slammed down on mine again, and I felt all the built-up passion and desire he had for me. I felt my panties rub along my too-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, Mal lifted his hips, grinding his cock against me, pressing my pants and panties harder against the sensitive flesh of my pussy.
I was so lost in my need, in the way he kept lifting his hips up, letting me feel how hard and big he was for me, because of me. I didn’t care if I begged for it, didn’t care at this point if I sounded pathetic. I fantasized about this so many times, and it was right here… my reality.