“Don’t thank me. You just stood up to the asshole who tormented you, thank yourself.”
“You’re right. I did it. And damn I feel good about it.”
We share a good, long laugh.
She sighs and her hand slides behind my neck. “How about we go finish what we started?”
Delia
Thankfully we’reinside my house before clothes start flying off, but it was a close call. I tugged his long-sleeved Henley over his head and it’s somewhere back in the living room. On the way down the hall, he lifts my dress over my head, I slip off my bra and I swear his eyes almost explode when he sees my breasts.
“Sweetheart, all of those flowers in the shop are jealous of your beauty.” He worships me with his gaze.
His hands cup under my ass and lifts me into the air.
I let out a small squeal. “Joel?! Are you sure?”
His lips hit mine and there’s no denying…he’s sure.
His fingers dig into my ass and I cherish the feeling. He’s insistent and I’m burning up to feel him closer.
“On the left,” I guide him to my bedroom in between kisses.
Tossing me on the bed, he strips to nothing in seconds. Shoes…gone. Jeans…gone. Socks…gone. Underwear…gone.
My bravado…gone.
He’s a hard piece of steel. I stare at one part of him. His cock stands at attention. He strokes the massive man-meat slowly, torturing me.
“Your turn,” he growls.
I scramble from my underwear and soon there is nothing for him to imagine. I meet his gaze and his lips tell the whole story. They’re raised into a damn smirk that is as content as it is smug. He definitely likes what he sees.
Touching myself, I give him a little tit-for-tat. My fingers roll over my nipples and start on a journey south. His head tips and he moans.
“That’s my job…” He crawls onto the bed and soon he’s between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders. His teeth nip at the tender skin of my inner thighs, igniting the tension in my belly.
“Please, Joel.” I’m not afraid to ask, to beg, even shove his head there at this point. I just want him.
He slowly moves his tongue closer and closer to the electric spot that will set off the chain reaction I’m so direly needing.
“Joel!” I dig my hands into his hair and he chuckles. “Please…”
He doesn’t tease me any longer. His lips cover my clit and I’m soaring into the heavens. My body clenches and every muscle contracts and expands with a lightness that I’ve never felt before. I’m floating away and he’s the conductor of the hot air balloon I’m on.
As soon as I sigh, he looks up at me that cocky grin on his face.
“Good?” he asks with such hope.
“Amazing.”
He kisses a trail up my body, stopping at the most sensitive spots to give them attention making me squirm under him. But once his full weight is on me, I’m ready for round two.
Out of ten, maybe.
I squirm, trying to get him to put his cock into action, but he’s not having it.
“Hey, slow down, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”