Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“It’s your dream,” I told her. “Everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Delilah nibbled on her bottom lip briefly as she shook her head.
“It’s not everything I’ve ever wanted, Ryder,” she murmured.
My heart started to race as her eyes subtly moved down to my lips. For the last few months, our light touches started to linger more. Our conversations became deeper. Our compliments became more personal. I constantly wondered if she felt the same way that I did, but I kept myself at a distance.
But not this time.
I surged forward and pressed my lips against hers, taking her face in my hands.
Delilah lightly gasped into my mouth before her thoughts caught up to what was happening. She grabbed my wrists and leaned into me, our lips brushing and moving in sync with each other. Our movements became quicker, needier, like we were making up for lost time.
I saw it as taking advantage of the time that we had left together. She was going to New York to pursue her music career. I would make sure of that.
I gradually guided her down onto her back on my bed, crawling over her and trailing heated kisses down her neck. As her hands fisted my short sleeve button-down, I pushed her skirt up, situating myself between her thighs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this… how badly I want you,” I breathed out against her skin.
A faint moan left Delilah’s lips as she tilted her head back, letting me kiss her wherever I wanted.
I pulled her top off and unclasped her lacey black bra, tossing it behind me.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” I told her as I wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling her closer to me. My lips wrapped around one of her nipples, making a gasp follow her moan as I sucked and moved my tongue.
Delilah buried her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly as I switched to the other nipple. She squeezed my hips with her thighs, pulling me closer so that my jeans grinded against her black panties.
I pushed her skirt up, taking a peek at the lace material. I leaned down next to her ear.
“I’d like to think that you wore these for me to take off,” I murmured.
Delilah gripped my hair and pulled me lower so that she could whisper to me.
“You’d be right,” she replied.
I smiled and pecked her lips.
“That’s my girl,” I said, wishing that I could keep her as mine. I would just have to make the most of tonight.
Delilah arched her back as I dragged my teeth over her nipple, pleasure and heat clashing inside of her.
I slipped my hand into her panties, sliding my fingers through her folds and feeling how wet she already was for me. I pressed two fingers inside of her, lightly grinding the heel of my palm against her clit to stimulate her even more.
Delilah whimpered as she moved her hips up, pushing against me and pleading for more.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, Ryder. Just… please,” she breathed out.
I thrusted and curled my fingers, hitting a spot that made her body tense. I could keep going and easily work her over the edge. She was so deliciously responsive to me, but I wanted to be inside of her as much as she wanted me to.
“Tell me what you want,” I told her as I drew my hand away from her to unbutton my shirt and strip it off. I worked open my belt, the leather sliding past my palms. My cock throbbed with need as I admired her.
“You. All of you,” Delilah told me as she rested back on her elbows, her cheeks flushed with pink.
I shoved off the rest of my clothes and grabbed her ankle, pulling her close so that I could slip off her panties and skirt. I stroked myself a few times before lining myself up with her entrance and slowly pushing inside of her, letting her adjust.
Delilah threw her head back, her exhale coming out shakily. As I leaned over her, she grabbed my upper arms, holding onto my biceps with all her might as I bottomed out.
“Okay, sweet girl?” I murmured as I searched her face.
Delilah breathed in and nodded, a pleased smile crossing her face.
“Finally,” she said. “I can stop touching myself and imagining what this felt like. So much better than my fantasies.”
I groaned and captured her lips with mine, quieting her before I finished too fast. She felt so damn good that it would be a feat to control myself. I rocked in and out of her, picking up my pace and deepening my thrusts. When she dug her nails into my skin, I reveled in the clash of pain and pleasure, letting it edge me along.
Our bodies moved together, heated skin pressing and grinding. Brushes of tongue drove us wild as our moans mingled. Her body started to tense and tighten on the cusp of her peak of bliss. I wanted her to reach it.