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)
“What else?” Delilah asked as she gazed up at me.
I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her flush against my bare chest. The gasp that broke from her lips made my head spin, heat flaring through me.
“Caught my eye,” I replied as I brushed my thumb along one of the straps of her tank top, making her shudder slightly. “Made it hard to focus during recordings. I can’t remember ever messing up so much before.”
Delilah gave me a fake pout.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come along,” she murmured.
I brought my hand up to her cheek, letting my thumb drift across her bottom lip.
“You belong right here,” I told her before capturing her lips, pressing her back against the island.
Delilah wrapped her arms around my neck, immediately parting her lips to let my tongue brush against hers. She moaned lightly at the touch.
“Shh. Don’t want to wake anyone,” I chuckled lowly before recapturing her lips. Ryder and Carson were in the house tonight, and I didn’t want us to be interrupted. I slid my hand up her tank top, caressing one of her breasts and rolling her nipple between my fingertips.
Delilah gripped the back of my neck, arching her body against mine.
“Wyatt…” she whispered out of need.
I ground my teeth briefly, feeling myself harden just from her whisper. I pushed her tank top up and lowered my head, taking her other nipple into my mouth to firmly suck on the peak. My hands secured themselves on her waist, holding her steady against the counter as I let my tongue circle her nipple.
Delilah leaned her head back, lips parting in silent blissful sounds. She then couldn’t resist a whimper, pulling on my hair when I dragged my teeth over her other nipple.
I lifted my head so that our eyes could meet in the dim light.
“I need you to stay quiet. Can you do that for me?” I whispered as my hands trailed lower toward the waist of her sleep shorts.
Delilah nodded.
The side of my mouth curled up before I slowly sank down to my knees in front of her, peeling off her pink shorts and white panties as well. I helped her step out of them before gripping her thighs, caressing them appreciatively as I kissed the top of them.
Delilah carded her fingers through my hair, watching me kiss closer and closer to where she wanted my mouth to be. Her breath hitched as I parted her legs, resting one over my shoulder. She leaned against the island for support, her body already growing tense.
I pressed a gentle touch against her inner thigh, letting my lips trail toward her center. I dug my fingertips into the back of her thigh as I leaned forward, dragging my tongue through her folds to her clit. With eagerness, I buried my face between her legs, putting my mouth to work.
Delilah’s bottom lip trembled as she stifled a whimper. She leaned over slightly, her knees threatening to grow weak. Tightening her grip on my hair, she gently rocked herself against my tongue.
My eyes rolled up toward her, watching her arch and do everything in her power not to moan. Fuck. It was the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. I glided my free hand up her leg, brushing my fingers over her core beneath my tongue as I lapped at her clit.
Delilah’s legs quivered slightly. She let out a shaky breath as my fingers steadily pushed inside of her, curling deep. A faint moan broke from her that made me draw my mouth away and still my fingers.
“I said stay quiet,” I whispered. “Put your hand over your mouth.”
Delilah nodded and pressed her hand over her mouth.
“I want to make you come, but you have to be good,” I told her, having to tease her just to egg her on.
Delilah gave me pleading eyes, remaining completely quiet.
After another torturous moment for her, I leaned forward and circled my tongue a few times, testing the motions that made her shake and arch. I just loved watching her and feeling how I pleased her. That alone made me throb, my black athletic shorts feeling extra constrictive now.
Delilah rolled her hips lightly, grinding against my face and helping my fingers thrust even deeper inside of her. She gripped the edge of the island with her free hand, digging her nails in.
I squeezed her thigh, knowing that she was close. I flicked my tongue over her clit at a steady pace, feeling her body tighten in response. That was it. I kept my fingers curled deep, pushing against a spot that made her thighs threaten to press together. I pried them apart, not stopping my motions.
Delilah’s breaths became broken and quick, her eyes rolling back. She came with a muffled moan, her teeth clenching. Her rocking stopped as she succumbed to the pleasure, trembling violently.