Shuffling back against him, she laid her head back on his chest…listening to the rain beating against the floor and her heart beating against its cage. No, it wasn’t just hers, she could hear his too, pumping out of control, pumping fast and unsteadily. He hugged her tighter. “I want to kiss you so
“I’m not okay…” She raised her head to look at him; giving up, giving in. “Take care of me.” Her breathless words surprised him, the desperation in them was the same desperation he felt; a need that only involved her. Her scent was mesmerizing; like a hypnotic spell, it compelled him; drowning him
He reached for the waistband of her drawers. “I never planned to take it this far, but holding back is much harder than I thought. Food is what should be served on a table, but why is that you look more perfect laying there? Why is that I want to f*cking taste you?” Delilah’s eyes widened at his wo
“Can you do that for me, Delilah?” At the sound of his voice and the words he’d said, more slick pooled down her walls, soaking his fingers, dripping down them. “Hmm…?” He rammed them deeper, and the sudden motion had her crying out words that were incoherent. “Talk to me…I don’t understand.” Whe
Jake opened the front door, leading the way inside. He couldn’t tell how he felt, but his heart hadn’t calmed down yet, and the butterflies flying around in his stomach were still there. It seemed not everything had gone completely wrong because what just happened was definitely right…it felt right
She closed the door and approached him. “I’ll sit on the floor, the angle will be better.” Before she could sit, he grabbed a cushion from the bed and handed it to her. “Here…take this.” She took it, dropping it to the floor and then sitting down on it. Jake stretched across to the side of the bed
Jake woke up somewhere he least expected himself to be; on the floor in Delilah’s room, hanging tight onto her. He remembered he’d been here last night, but he couldn’t tell exactly when he fell asleep and how Delilah ended up in his arms. She was fast asleep; facing him, and he couldn’t help but n
“Yeah…” She cracked an egg, pouring its contents into the bowl. “Pass me the mixer.” Jake opened the drawers beneath the counter one by one until he found it, passing it to her. She gave it a rinse under the pipe before starting to mix what she had in the bowl. Jake continued to stare at her, not