I started to pull my hand away, but her nails dug into my wrist. “Don’t you dare stop. I haven’t been able to get off since. Please.” Tears streamed down her face now. “I’ll beg, okay? Please. Please, please.”
She pulled me close, and when she kissed me this time, her tongue moved with love and pain, fast then slow, with a purpose to taste every part of my mouth. Suddenly, the love for me was back in her, how she spread her legs, how her body clung to me.
I didn’t stand a chance at denying her. Fuck, I’d been saving myself for her.
And her words cut pain and jealousy through me as my finger dove into her folds. Someone else must have touched her.
Someone else had tried to get her off while I’d waited for her.
I curled my finger inside her and hit the spot I knew she’d loved six months ago. She gasped, and both her hands flew to my shoulders like she needed to steady herself.
“You can always get off, Lilah,” I growled in her ear.
She shivered, and I pushed my thumb into her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Nope. God can’t get you there. No one can but me. I’m the one who rules this pussy, baby. You gave it to me, remember? And I didn’t give it back. I’m never going to.”
I slid another finger into her, and her wetness dripped down my wrist as she moaned and rode my hand faster and faster.
“Dante, Jesus, I missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t write you and I’m sorry I didn’t call you back after you left that voicemail. I—”
A knock on the door had her hips freezing and her eyes flying to it. She tried to shove me away as someone wiggled the doorknob.
“I’m inhere. Just give me a …” She started, but her words tapered off as I kneeled down in front of her and sucked on the side of her thigh, my second finger sliding back and forth inside her with the first to the rhythm of my tongue on that plump thigh of hers. Maybe it was her trying to deny me now that someone was around, or maybe it was my need to be the only thing she remembered now that I was back in her life that night, but I wasn’t stopping for anything.
“Lilah, are you in there?” Her mom’s voice carried through the door.
Her hazel eyes widened on me, and she tried to yank me up by pulling at the fabric of my shirt.
I mouthed, “Get rid of her,” and then I pinched her clit as I removed my fingers to replace them with my mouth. Both of her hands hit the countertop, loud, and her mother must have heard her gasp.
“Lilah, is everything alright?”
“I… Yes, yes. Good. Everything is perfect.” She purred when she said it too, not pushing me away at all this time. Her legs wrapped around me and squeezed, like we were on the brink, like I was about to push her over the same edge that I was nearing.
“Well, I’m going outside by the fire if you need me. We should talk a bit more soon, Lilah. I want college to be good for you. I feel so far away, though, like maybe you should just move back home.”
“Oh my God, Mother. Please.” She moaned the word and smiled as my tongue lapped at her slit. “Please, I need a minute. We’ll talk later.”
As her mother’s footsteps grew distant and quiet, the sounds between us got louder. I let her give in and ride my face the way she needed to. Delilah wanted this as much as I did, and when her head fell back, ready to release everything she was holding in, I knew exactly what I needed from her.
“Look at me, Lamb. If I don’t see your pretty eyes, you don’t see stars.”
Her gaze snapped to mine, and I saw the vivid color before they dilated. We pushed the level we could be on in that moment; we moved the mountains of barriers, the silence over the last few months, and the pain that was somehow between us. The piece of my fucking heart that was missing was back in place for a second, and when she hit her high and convulsed around my tongue, I almost lost it right there.
She clawed at my head, and then her jaw dropped to let out a scream. My hand left her hair to muffle the sound as I milked the aftershocks from her.
As she breathed heavily into my hand and I licked up the last drops of her release, one of her hands went to my shoulders and the other to my wrist to pull it away from her mouth. “I’m sure everyone heard me.”
“Then maybe we should let them know what I wanted to tell them the first time I tasted you.”
“And what’s that?” she asked, biting her lip as she glanced down at me rising up to stand over her.
“That you might be a sweet innocent lamb, but you’re my lamb all the same.”
She sighed and scooted back as I said the words.
When I said her name again in question, she winced without looking at me.