Brandon shook his head at the memory. At the time, he thought more with his muscles than his head. He wasn’t proud of how he resolved many of his issues as a teen, but he didn’t learn to use his head until he was trained to do worse damage to someone during his time in the Marines. “I can neither confirm nor deny the charges,” he finally answered. “Let’s sit here and talk.”
“Sure.” She sounded so tired. It made those nerves twist him up again.
Sitting close to her, he allowed himself to put his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She felt so perfect next to him. He could get used to it if she let him. They sat in silence for a moment taking in the scenery. He unconsciously rubbed his neck, where he knew there would be a horrific bruise in the morning. Luckily, the Police hadn’t noticed it or they would have made him see a doctor.
“Delilah, you know what a great friend you have been to me over the years.” He lamely began.
He could feel her shoulders slump and she began making circles in the sand with her finger He had hoped those words would have made her feel better. Obviously he was blowing it. He truly wished that when he became a spy they had included classes in how to be suave.
Gritting his teeth, he continued, “In fact, I think of you as family. You have been that to me for so long, that I have grown to love you.”
Her shoulders perked up and she turned her face toward him. Smiling sadly, she still told him “I love you too, Brandon.” He pulled her closer.
Putting his finger under her chin, he turned her head up toward his so they looked each other in the eye. Memories of those eyes had sustained him through many a dangerous moment and lonely night. “I have to tell you something that I have been keeping to myself for years. Your friendship means too much to me to risk it, but I can’t keep wasting time.”
“What is it, Brandon?” she sounded really nervous.
Swallowing, he continued. “I thought that if I didn’t tell you, I could keep you safe. That didn’t work.”
Now she was looking pissed, “Just spit it out, Brandon. Stop stalling.”
“That’s my girl. Always full of sass”
“Yeah, well I’ll beat your ass.”
“You would. Okay. Look, Delish, I love you, but I’ve also been in love with you for years. I want to be with you as a lover and partner. In fact, it’s just about all I ever think about. I know you may not think of me like that, but I just thought you should know.”
Delilah sat there for a moment, her mouth hanging open, like she didn’t understand a word he had just spoken. He began to feel more panicked than when he had been beaten and interrogated for five days by the Mafia three years ago.
“Please say something, Delish. You’re killing me.”
“How?” She asked like she was in some dream.
“What do you mean how?” Brandon ran his other hand through his hair. If she didn’t accept his love, he was going to have to find the most dangerous, long mission he could to keep himself from dying from the pain.
“How can you love me?” She asked incredulously.
Brandon felt his heart slowly deflate as his anger rose. “What do you mean how? I may have been raised in a seriously dysfunctional home, but I feel love. Even if it may not be in the traditional sense!”
“No,” she forcefully grabbed his arm, stopping him from saying more. “How can someone as incredible as you love someone as boring as me? You spend your life saving the world and I spend mine recalibrating the axis of fake ones. You took down four men in less than five seconds. You look like a fracking model. I mean, look at you and then look at me.”
“Shut up, Delilah!” He felt his anger rise higher. He hated it when she put herself down. She was the most amazing person he had ever met. The funniest, the kindest, the wackiest, the most beautiful inside and out, and when she insulted herself, he felt personally offended.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, Brandon!”
“I love you and want to be with you. Get used to it, Delish,” he stated factually.
She huffed for a moment. She never liked being told what to do. After a moment, he could tell that the spunk had worn out of her.
“Okay. I want to be with you too, Brandon,” those words made his heart soar. “What do we do now?”
Taking the opportunity offered, he placed his finger under her chin again. Slowly he leaned forward, “Let me show you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Delilah
Delilah felt fuzzy. She felt like she had been on a long airplane flight. All the emotions that swarmed through her made her unsure of being able to comprehend what was going on. Did her best friend, the sexiest man alive, really just tell her that he loved her and had been waiting for her?
She shook her head to try to clear it. That couldn’t be it. Things like that didn’t happen to geeky girls like her. She expected someone more like Howard Wolowitz to end up in her life, not the delicious man in GQ.
As he gently cupped her chin, she felt like she was truly in lala land. It was such a sexy dream that she worried that if she didn’t wake up, life would never live up to this fake moment. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and gave herself a stinging slap to the side of the face.
“Ouch!” she heard herself cry. It really hurt. She never knew she could hit that hard, but she guessed desperation gave her strength.
Brandon pulled her hand away and roared, “Why the fuck did you do that?”
Feeling on the verge of tears with embarrassment, she tried to hide it behind false bravado. “I was just trying to wake myself up if this was in a dream.”
Brandon’s brow furled. The moonlight gave him such a dreamy quality that she was happy to know that she wasn’t dreaming. “Don’t do that again. Watching you do that to yourself was a nightmare”
Delilah let out a watery chuckle, “Oh, you sweet talker, you.”
“Believe me, Delish. This is no dream. This is it.” His voice had a sense of finality that she had rarely heard from him.
He leaned forward, moving his hand to cup the back of her neck as he pulled her body forward with his arm wrapped around her waist. Looking into her eyes until the last moment, Delilah felt her body shift to welcome him just as his lips swept down to take hers.
His mouth masterfully eased hers open and his tongue swept inside. He hummed with pleasure, which made Delilah grab his forearms. Although she was swept away by the kiss, she still felt nervous about what to do with her hands and whether she should close her eyes while she kissed.
Peeking them open, she saw that his were closed and she copied him. Turning her head a bit, their noses bumped, making them both laugh for a moment. That easy comfort that they had always had as friends seemed to help break any nerves that she felt.
Deciding to be brave and a little funny, she dramatically laid back on the sand, her arms wide, “Take me, Mr. Bond! Take me now!” She begged in her most ridiculous seductive voice.
Brandon laughed at her, shaking his head in the way that she had come to associate with him. “Well my dear, I see that you have been shaken and stirred.”
Delilah laughed. “Oh Brandon, that was super bad.”
Laying next to her body, placing one of his large palms behind her head, he bent until his nose almost touched hers. “Then let me show you how good I can be.”
Delilah stopped breathing as she felt his other hand trail down the center of her body, only to stop to cup between her legs. She pushed her feet down, into the sand as he applied just a hint of pressure to her nether lips.
Her eyes shot to his, “Brandon?”
“That’s only the beginning, Delish.” His voice was husky with need.
With that, he leaned down and started slowly kissing her ear. His tongue darted between the little folds, making Delilah pant. Never had she imagined her ear being so sensitive. The hand between her legs began pushing rhythmically, making her body hum. Delilah grasped his head to her, threading her fingers through his dark, thick hair as he began lick
ing his way down her neck, stopping to investigate her collarbone.
She turned her head to look above her and saw the stars twinkling above her in the dark, clear sky. How many times had she wished upon them that this moment would come? Now that it was here, she had to slap herself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Life was weird in the most wonderful way.
His hand behind her head, slowly untwined itself from her curly hair and traveled to the edge of her shirt, pulling it up so that he could see her tummy and breasts. She longed to throw her hands over herself, but managed to hold herself back. She didn’t want to appear unsophisticated.
“You are spectacular. Just as I knew you would be,” Brandon breathed against her belly button before dipping his tongue in. His other hand went to caress her breasts, teasing their stiff tips and stroking their sensitive underside. With deft fingers he released the front clasp, making her gasp when she felt his fingers without the cotton barrier.
“By the way, this is for your eyes only,” she shook a finger at him.
But, it was the fingers that massaged her private parts that made her squirm. A voice in the back of her brain told her to try to find a way to reciprocate, but her body just couldn’t seem to get over the sparks that ran through it to do anything but writhe.
“Delish, can I taste you?” Brandon asked as he slowly began working the button at the top of her jeans.
Looking down at him, Delilah felt her breathe catch. Physically he was the most perfect man she had ever seen. His face was that of a model, his body something that Greek Gods would die for, but it was who he was inside that drew her the most. He had no idea how incredible he was. He never hesitated to put her first in their friendship and she was humbled that he was continuing that tradition as their relationship morphed into something more intimate. He had enough respect for her to see to her needs first. In that moment, she knew that he loved her unconditionally and she him.
Slowly, she nodded her head, certain that her eyes told him how much she loved him. She knew that he understood when a giant, boyish grin spread across his face.
“Are you on anything?” He quietly asked as he pulled her tight jeans down her sexy legs.
“I’m on the pill,” she blushed at the admission.
He threw her jeans down onto the sand and laid his jacket down. “Don’t want to get sand anywhere it shouldn’t be.”
“Haha! Thanks! I have no desire to become ‘Sandy Vajayjay.’” She half laughed.
“What?” Brandon sounded distracted as he ran his hands up her legs.
“You know. All the Bond girls have a funny name - Pussy Galore, Octopussy, Plenty O’Toole. I figured since you are Bond, I’m finally a hot Bond girl.”
“Very funny, Delish. I prefer to call you mine.” Delilah felt her heart do a double beat at the heat in his voice. She trembled as he spread her legs apart, as he moved to kneel between them. For a long moment, he just stared. Delilah felt the blush creeping up her body. She knew that in the moonlight it was probably hard to see much of anything, but it was still not normal for her to have a man doing that. Great Zelda! Even her gyno was a woman!
She started to close her legs when he stopped her by placing a hand on each knee. “Delish, you are beautiful. My God.” Then, without any warning, he pulled her hips up and hoisted her legs over his shoulders. This brought her weight on her shoulders and her back bent up toward him. His arms then wound under and around her legs. The left came up to tease her breasts, as he used his pointer and thumb of his right to gently spread her lips. “Wow,” he breathed before lowering his head.
Delilah felt like her body was about to burst at the first touch of his tongue to her aching slit. Running his tongue from the base of the slit to her clit he hummed his pleasure, which made incredible vibrations against that sensitive region. “Hmmm… delish. Just like I knew you would be.” His words made her body respond with more wetness, making his lapping sounds even louder and more erotic.
Delilah felt her body convulse with pleasure as he began flicking her clit with his finger and rhythmically invading her with his tongue. His eyes never left hers as he played her body like a master. Her fingers grabbed at the sand, trying to find something to squeeze in her delicious torment as her legs wrapped around his head, her heels pressing into his back, trying to bring her throbbing pussy closer to his talented tongue.
“I can’t!” She finally cried out.
“Not until I’m in you,” he ground out as he unwrapped her legs from his head, lowering her body to the cool sand. She whimpered at the loss of his fingers and tongue as she heard the sound of a zipper lowering.
Watching his fingers, she saw him pull out his long, ready cock. The pre-cum at the tip glistened in the moonlight. She could see it corded and ready for a hard pounding that she suddenly felt herself wanting more than her next breath.
“Please,” she begged as she pulled her legs wide, inviting him to take her in ways that no one had before.
It was such a turn on for her to see his eyes never leave her pussy as he pumped his giant cock, grunting at each down stroke. She reached out to help him, but he swatted her hand away. “If you touch me, Delish, I’ll go off. You are incredible in every way, just like I knew you would be.”
Lying next to her, he gently encouraged her to straddle his hips. “It’ll be easier for you like this,” He hoarsely whispered.
Lowering herself on him, she wished that she had taken the time to throw off his shirt. She wanted to see his masculine body in front of her. She must have had a gleam in her eye, because he gave her a rascally smile and whipped his shirt off. This drew her attention to the cut along his throat. Her own throat constricted as she thought about how close she came to losing him.
“No, don’t think about that. Think about this,” and with that, he pushed his hard shaft up against her delicate area.
Delilah gasped as she felt how hard it was, as she delighted in the sight of his muscled chest and rippled belly. Reaching down, she touched his member with the tip of a finger before he could bat her hands away. She was surprised at how hard it was and yet, soft. “It’s like Gadnor’s Staff…” she whispered in awe.
Brandon let out a tortured laugh. “Only you would compare my cock to an object in a video game.”
“Well,” she shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. “I watched a little porn, but I never got to touch.”
Brandon groaned again like he was dying. “Can’t touch an object in a game and do we have to talk about you watching porn now?”
Delilah smiled at him. It was then that she realized how much power she had over his body. Grasping his stiff member, she pulled on it from base to tip, slowly working up a rhythm that had Brandon going crazy.
One of his giant hands came up to caress her breasts as the other slipped between her legs to invade her channel. Sliding two fingers deep into her wet passage, Delilah stiffened when she felt surprisingly full.
“Shhh… we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with,” Brandon cooed as he continued to plunge his fingers deep. Eventually, the awkward feeling melted away and Delilah found herself riding his fingers as she tried to mimic the cadence with her hand on his cock. Her other hand joined his caressing her breasts as she leaned back in abandon. Never had she felt so free with the wild San Francisco Bay behind her and a hot man under her.
Just when her body had lost all reasonable thought and became a bundle of need, Brandon, slipped his fingers out of her and looked her in the eye as he licked them clean. Delilah shuddered as he groaned at her taste. Then without words, with one hand he gently motioned for her to rise as he grasped his cock with his other hand.
Delilah moaned as she felt the head of his shaft trailing through her nether lips, making her wetter. Finally, he found his mark and slowly began pushing the head of his wide cock in.
Delilah placed her hands on his chest, unsure if she could take him. He was so wide and long, she worried that he might rip her in two. He inched in at an a
gonizing pace, until he hit her barrier. Then, Delilah felt his chest raise as he took a breath. Looking her in the eye, conveying his lust and love for her, he gripped her hips, bringing her down on his hard cock as he thrusted upward.
Delilah let out a small cry as a sharp pain hit. Brandon pulled her close and began whispering nonsensical words of encouragement as he kept himself buried to the hilt, but slowly began to rock.
The feeling of pleasure hit her and she moaned as she began awkwardly grinding her hips back. Brandon let out a chuckle as he grasped her hips and began thrusting into her faster and faster.
It was amazing to Delilah how freeing the moment was. She had finally announced her love to the man who had owned her heart and now he owned her body. Leaning back, she trailed her hands up to her breasts and tweaked her nipples as Brandon huffed with each strong thrust. The ocean breeze cooled her hot body as the smell of the salt in the air refreshed her. She felt almost like she was flying up toward something she could not name.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Brandon placed a finger on her clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves in a circular pattern as his other hand ventured back to place a little pressure on her back entrance. When Delilah first felt that forbidden touch, she stilled, until Brandon thrusted harder.
His intense eyes stared into her soul as his words made her pleasure heighten, “You are mine, Delish. All of you. I will have all of you as you have all of me.”
Those words set Delilah off. Her body began milking his hard shaft, pulling it deeper into her body. Brandon thrusted like a madman until he cried out, spilling his seed deep inside her body.
Delilah shuddered at the knowledge that a small bit of him would stay with her, and that she had brought him so much pleasure that he had marked her as his own. Lying on his chest as the tremors of aftermath pulsed through her body, Delilah felt beautiful.
Chapter Twenty
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