"We havent made love in here yet," she said, smiling at me as she unsnapped her bra and let it drop carelessly to the floor.
"No we havent," I managed to say. When she hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and started pulling them down, I reached my breaking point. The moment she stepped out of the pink lace I took the two steps separating us and picked her up, and her legs wrapped firmly around me. You couldnt call what our mouths were doing kissing. It was too raw for that. We were taking each other. It was the best description I could think of.
I wanted to take her on my desk but we werent going to make it that far. Not after that striptease. I wasnt even going to be able to enjoy tasting her and touching her. I needed inside her now before I exploded.
I set her down and flipped her around until she was facing the wall. "Brace yourself," I whispered into her ear.
Della leaned forward and placed both her hands against the wall. I took in the sight of her body arched out and my heart slammed against my chest. She was beautiful. Perfect. Grabbing her by the hips, I sank inside of her. The cry of pleasure was so loud I was pretty damn sure Vince had heard it outside at his desk, but I didnt care.
"So good, it always feels so good," I whispered in her ear. The shiver that went over her body made me smile.
"Harder," Della panted, pressing her sweet round ass back against me.
I slammed inside of her and stopped. Buried deep, I leaned forward and caressed her breasts. "You make me crazy, baby. "
Della only moaned and wiggled her bottom. She wanted me to move.
"Its so tight. You feel like heaven. I want to stay right here for fucking ever," I swore, and I meant it. Dellas pussy sucked me like the sweetest mouth Id ever known.
The tight hole I worshipped squeezed me and I froze. Then she did it again. What the fuck? It was like she was pumping my dick. "Holy shit," I growled. She was gonna make me come way before I wanted to. I slid out of her and back in and the squeezing started again. "Baby, youre gonna make me come," I said in a strangled voice. I was fighting back the heat tightening in my cock. I was so close. "Della, baby, stop doing that. Im gonna fucking explode. I cant hold back. "
She stuck her bottom out farther and the walls of her silky heat squeezed me tighter. It was as if she had just taken the control of my body away from me. I felt myself erupt as I called out her name and my body jerked helplessly against her.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Della cried out, and her body went rigid in my arms before it began to shake underneath me. I wrapped both my arms around her and held her as we both came back down from the climax shed sent us spiraling off into.
"What the hell did you do to me?" I asked, holding her close.
She leaned back against my chest and a smile tugged at her lips. "I fucked you and I did a real good job," she replied.
I hadnt expected that response. Laughing, I picked her up, carried her over to the nearest chair, and sank down into it with her in my arms.
"That was incredible," I told her before pressing a kiss to her neck.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked, arching her neck so I could access it better.
"That depends," I replied.
"On what?"
"If I can convince you to stay in here with me all day. "
"You have to work," she said, turning her head to look up at me.
"Mmm, but if youre here with me I can concentrate. And then you can get naked for me again and be a naughty girl when I need you. "
Della threw her head back and laughed. The sound of it made everything in my world right.
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Della
The phone on Woodss desk beeped twice. "Mr. Kerrington, Miss Greystone is here to see you," the secretarys voice announced through the speaker.
Woods closed his eyes and laid his head back on the chair we were sitting in. "Damn. What the hell does she need now?"
Did she come here often? I fought back the jealousy that wanted to eat its way inside me. Of course she came by to see him. She was staying with his mother and helping her deal with things, which in turn was helping Woods. Unlike me. I wasnt doing anything to help him. I didnt know what to do.
I started to get out of his lap but his hands tightened on me.
"We need to get dressed. "
"Dont leave me here with her. "
I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. "I wont go anywhere. But I prefer to be wearing clothes when she walks in. "
Woods let out a sigh and let go of me so I could get up and get dressed.
"You get dressed, too. I dont care what shes seen before me, I dont want her seeing it now. "
Woods laughed out loud and stood up. "Im going to put my clothes on, sexy. Calm down. "
We both grinned at each other as we dressed. I liked the idea of her coming in here and seeing us together and knowing what we had been doing. It was silly for me to feel that way, but I did.
"You can send her in," Woods replied, standing at his desk while he watched me fix my hair, which our wild sex had messed up. My ponytail was barely hanging on.
The door swung open and I spun around to see Angelina strutting inside like she belonged here. "I dont know why you . . . " Her voice trailed off as her gaze landed on me. I finished adjusting my ponytail and let my hands fall back down to my sides.
"Did you really just---"
"Why are you back?" Woods cut off her question.
Angelina jerked her gaze to him as if hed slapped her. I watched as she fought to compose herself. Woods hadnt bothered to run his fingers through his hair and it was messed up from my hands being in it. I bit back a smile as I looked at his properly rumpled appearance.
"I came back to tell you your mother wants to have you over for dinner," Angelina said tightly.
"Unless Della is invited, Im afraid I wont be able to make it. "
Angelina let out a frustrated sigh and shot me an annoyed glance before looking back at Woods. "Shes your mother, Woods. She just lost her husband and shes hurting. Youre all she has left. Dont you get that? Do you not care?"
She was right. Woodss mother might never like me. But she was his mother, and right now she needed him. "I want you to go, Woods," I said before he could say anything.
He looked over at me and frowned.
"Please," I said, hoping he wouldnt argue with me in front of her.
Woods ran a hand through his hair and I smiled at the way it was still messed up. He was adorable like that. "Fine. But only for an hour. This will also be a one-time thing. Next time I have dinner with her, Della will be with me. "
Angelinas annoyed grimace turned into a pleased smile. She would get him tonight, too, without me around. I hated that but I couldnt let it keep Woods from his mother.
"Im glad youre thinking with something other than your dick," Angelina replied before spinning around and heading out the door.
"Shes a bitch. Ignore her," Woods said, shoving off from the desk hed been leaning on and walking over to me.
"I know," I assured him, but deep down I worried that she was right.
"Theyre at the door, Della. Dont let them in here. Theyll hurt us. All they want to do is hurt us. We have to keep your brother safe. They tried to kill him before. Theyll kill us this time. Dont let them in. Shhhh. Stop that crying, you little brat! You have to be quiet. So very quiet, then theyll go away. "
I covered my mouth with both my hands to keep in the terrified cries I couldnt control. I hated when this happened. Mom would get mean afterward. She didnt like it when people knocked on our door. It upset her. And she would talk to him. He wasnt there, but she saw him. That scared me, too.
"Get up! Theyre gone. Go to the door and get the package they left and be careful that they dont see you. "
I didnt want to open the door. I wasnt sure what was out there that wanted to get me, but I didnt want to open the door. Momma had been making me do that more and more lately. Since my sixth bi
rthday.
Pain seared my head as she wrapped her hand around my ponytail and jerked me to my feet. I couldnt let her hear me cry or this would get worse.
"Go!" she screamed in that voice that sent chills down my body. The hard shove from her hands sent me stumbling out of the closet and into the hallway. She would stay in the closet until I came back with the package.
I glanced back at her but instead of seeing her wild, distant eyes there was blood. It was pouring out of the room and into the hallway. No . . . no, there wasnt supposed to be blood.
Then a shrill scream of terror ripped from the small room.
I jolted straight up and the scream was still echoing around me as it tore from my chest. It was my own scream. It was always my scream. Not my mothers.
I was still alone. Looking around the living room, I took slow, deep breaths while my heart kept hammering against my chest. I pulled my legs up and tucked my knees under my chest. Falling asleep without Woods here wasnt something I did often. Having him near me while I slept kept me from having night terrors for the most part.
The clock on the fridge said it was after nine. He should have been home over an hour ago. Had he stayed later with his mother? I reached for my phone on the coffee table and saw that I had two missed calls and one text message. All from Woods.