Kissing was good, he thought, stretching out beside her. He covered her mouth with his, keeping the contact light and easy. He kept his hand on her belly, rubbing in slow circles that went ever higher. When he reached her breasts, he stilled, waiting for her to pull away but she didn’t. No, Del caught his hand and urged him closer, so that he cupped her breast in his hand.
Damn. She was so soft. Under his thumb, her nipple was hard and stiff and Blake pulled away, scooting down on the bed so he could take her nipple into his mouth. He didn’t cover her body with his the way he wanted to—and damn, did he want to. He wanted to strip her naked, cover her and push into her, taking her hard and fast. Instead, he kept his weight off of her as he bit down gently on her nipple.
She groaned and arched closer. She clung to him, like she needed to feel him closer. Slow…easy…he told himself as he smoothed a hand down her hip and then around, up her back until he found the zipper of her dress. He tugged on it, pulling it down just an inch as he looked up at her. “Don’t suppose we could lose this dress, could we?”
She sat up, reaching behind her for the zipper and he caught her hands gently, bringing them back to her lap before he moved around behind her. “Let me,” he murmured, dragging the zipper down slowly. As the material parted, it exposed soft, pale flesh. Blake dipped his head, pressing a kiss to her naked back.
She wiggled a little, pulling her arms out of the sleeves. Looking over her shoulder at him, she smiled and lifted her arms. He didn’t realize what she was doing until her bra fell away. She lay back down and Blake’s mouth went dry as he stared at her.
Her breasts—damn it, how could she look more perfect than she had back when they were kids? Didn’t seem possible, but there you go.
Her breasts were big. They had always filled his hands to overflowing and that hadn’t changed a bit. Her nipples, tight pink buds, caught his attention and he groaned. He wanted to ravage. Wanted to feast on the soft white flesh and gorge himself on her. But instead, he lay on his back, tugging her hands until she came to her knees.
“Come here,” he said hoarsely, guiding her so that she straddled him, one leg on either side of his hip.
It put her on the perfect level for him to take one plump, pert nipple into his mouth, licking, stroking and suckling until she was rocking against him and moaning his name.
Then he switched his attention to the other one. Smoothing his hands down over her hips, he caught the skirt of her dress and pushed it up. The bodice still hung around her waist and now, with her skirt pushed up, he could see almost every, sweet, perfect inch of her. “Sit up,” he told her, pulling back. “I need to see you.”
She sat up slowly and he studied her, her swollen pink mouth, her breasts, soft, white and round rising with each ragged breath. “You’re still overdressed.”
Del grinned at him and tugged on his lapels. “You’re wearing more than me.”
Blake caught her hands and kissed them. “Self preservation. I’m holding onto my control by the skin of my teeth.”
Her grin faded, replaced by a shy, almost nervous smile that just about broke his heart. “I’m okay, Blake. I swear. Part of me feels like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” She bent over him and kissed him and it was every bit as desperate and hungry as he felt inside. “Don’t make us wait any longer.”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
She wiggled on top of him and his eyes crossed as he felt the heat and moisture of her through the layers of clothing. “I don’t think scared describes how I feel right now.”
Then, holding his gaze, she stood up on the bed. It was canopy styled bed but instead of a fabric canopy, it had scrolled metal that crossed at the center in an X, with the mosquito netting draped over the X. She wrapped her hands around two legs of the X and wiggled her hips. The skirt fell in a silken puddle to her feet, forgotten. Reaching up, she grabbed the clip from her hair and pulled it out. The long, razor-straight tresses fell down to frame her face, falling around her shoulders, the ends of her hair flirting with her nipples.
“Oh, shit,” Blake swore roughly. She was wearing a tiny pair of lacy green underwear. It was cut a little different from a bikini, fuller, and covering more of her hips. But it dipped low, and he meant low over her belly and as he slowly sat up, he caught a glimpse of her ass. The lace rode high on her butt, clinging to each round curve with devotion. Rolling to his knees, he cupped her buttocks in his hands, tugging her closer. He pressed his mouth to her and above him, Del cried out, a sharp, startled sound.
Quickly, he lifted his head and looked at her. “You okay?”
Her eyes were wide and glazed. Her breath came in ragged pants as she murmured, “Oh, I’m fantastic.”
Blake chuckled. “You’re not kidding.” Then he glanced upward to the metalwork over her head. “Hold on tight, baby girl.” Pulling her close, he pressed his mouth more fully against her, kissing her through the silk. It was wet—already drenched from her. He groaned and reached between her legs to push the silk aside so he could taste her better.
Above him, Del whimpered. “Oh, damn.”
Despite himself, he grinned. He licked her clit and she shuddered. He circled it with his tongue and she jerked against him. Her hands came down from the metalwork over the bed and slammed against his shoulders. He lifted up just a little and she made a soft sobbing sound in her throat and curved a hand over the back of his head, trying to draw him close, once more.
She didn’t need to ask twice. He leaned back in and this time, he pressed his mouth more firmly against her. Slowly, he circled his tongue around her clit. The hand she had around the back of his head tightened and she rocked against him. Those frantic, greedy motions added to the fire burning inside him and he growled triumphantly.
Blake stroked his hands down her hips, pushing her panties down until they fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them, wobbled a little and put her foot down fast, widening her stance on the bed.
“Shit, are you trying to kill me?” he demanded, staring at the pink, wet folds of her sex.
He laid one hand on her thigh and sat back on his heels, watching her face as he cupped her sex “You’re the sweetest damn thing.” Slowly, he pushed one finger inside her, slowly. Very slowly, watching the expression on her face.
It was amazing—her lids fluttered down. Her mouth fell open and she sighed out his name. He pumped his finger inside her, once, twice. She looked down at him, her hair falling around her shoulders and into her face. The ends of it reached her chest, so dark against the pink and white of her breasts. His mouth watered and he took her again, using his lips, his tongue and his teeth on her. He continued to pump his finger inside her, stroking deep. As the slick, wet tissues of her sex started to tighten around him, he pushed deeper—pressing against a spot inside her sheath.
Del came. Her body sagged against him and he supported her weight as she screamed out his name. Bracing his forearm at her hips, he struggled to keep her balanced as she rocked against his mouth, her pussy clenching around his fingers, and his name falling from her lips in a startled scream.
Slowly, he pulled away, pulling his fingers from the tight, silky clasp of her sex. Cupping her bottom in his hands, he eased her down, her body sliding against his. He kissed the tip of one breast, licked a path upward, raked his teeth against her neck. She settled against his lap, her arms draped around his shoulders. Her face flushed as she stared at him. “Uhhhmmm.” She ducked her head, buried her face against his shoulder.
“Damn it, you’re sweet.” He nuzzled her hair.
“Whatever.” Squirming in his lap, she lifted her head, tugged at the jacket he wore. “You’re still overdressed.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her mouth. She stiffened and he lifted his head, staring at her. “Open up for me, Del. I need more.”
“You’re too damn hard to say no to,” she whispered, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.
Cradling her head in his hands, he kisse
d her slowly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Slowly, teasingly. Then he lifted his head and rasped, “See how sweet you are?”
The corners of her mouth twitched in a smile. “And you’re still overdressed.”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?”
She cocked a brow. “Good question.” She squirmed backwards and settled on her knees in front of him. “Nice jacket,” she said as she stripped it off.
“Thanks.” He dropped his gaze to her naked body and reached out, cupping her in his hand. “Nice—” He grinned wolfishly as her gaze flew up to meet him. “Nice everything.”
“I can’t take your shirt off if you don’t be still.”
Obligingly, he pulled his hand back and held motionless as she undid the row of ebony buttons marching down the front of his shirt. “How can you look even better now than you did high school?” she muttered, staring at his chest as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
Blake shrugged out of it and tossed off to the side. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”
She grinned at him. “Really.” She swayed forward, licked his lips and then looked down, watched as she rested her hands on his thighs. His muscles jerked under her touch and she glanced upward. She undid his belt, loosened the button on the black linen pants and then dragged the zipper down. Her voice shook as she murmured, “You’ll need to move.”
Although she didn’t look away from him, although she didn’t say anything, Blake saw the nervous fear darkening her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her gently before easing back off the bed, shoving the netting out of this way. He finished the job, shoving his pants and the black boxer briefs down at the same time. His cock bobbed against his belly as he straightened and the cool brush of air against his rigid flesh was almost painful. He needed to be inside her, wrapped in the sweet satin of her pussy but he held still, waiting for her.
She stared at him, her eyes rapt on his face. She swallowed and he said softly, “Just tell me you’ve changed your mind, Del. I’ll live through it.” He grimaced and glanced down at his throbbing length. It would be painful as hell but he’d survive. He’d never forgive himself if he scared her.
“You might,” she said, her voice shaking. “But would I?” She sank back and stroked a hand down the bed. “Lay down.”
He came back to the bed and the white mosquito netting fell back around the bed. The gauzy cloth softened the light and he gazed at Del as he lay down, hardly able to believe how beautiful she looked in the misty, golden light filtering through the netting. She leaned over him, bracing her hands against his chest as she straddled his hips.
He groaned as she rubbed against him, wet, hot silk. She dipped her head and he reached up, caught her chin. “Look at me, Del. I haven’t waited this long for you to hide away the first time we make love,” he rasped. “Not in any way. Look at me.”
She lifted her head and their gazes locked and held. “You do it, Del. If you want this, you do it.”
Well, put that way…Del hissed out a nervous breath. Yes, she wanted this. She wanted Blake so bad it hurt inside. A hard, rhythmic throb rippled through her sex with each heartbeat. Still—
No. No, still, she wasn’t going to let anything interfere with this. Well, anything besides her total lack of experience. She bit her lip and looked down at him. The long, thick length of his cock was sort of intimidating but she figured he’d fit well enough—that was the point of it, right? But getting to that stage was going to be tricky. Her face flushed and she slid him a nervous look.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing, Blake,” she whispered, blushing furiously.
His lids drooped low. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Lift up some.”
She did and she stared, fascinated, as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pushing until the tip of it was pointing upwards instead of rigid against his belly. Her mouth went dry and she reached out, brushing the back of her knuckles down his length. In response to her touch, his cock jerked. Part of her wanted to explore this a little bit more, but a larger part was demanding she do this—now.
Now, before the need inside her killed her—and before she freaked out. “Just put your hand where mine is,” Blake said. “Take your time. And if—”
“No ifs,” she said, forcing a smile. She took him in her hand. He throbbed. His skin felt like silk stretched over the stiffened flesh of his cock. She held him steady and pressed against him. He trailed his fingers up her side, up her neck, brushed his fingertips over her mouth.
“I love watching you,” he whispered, distracting her. He rested his other hand on her hip as she sank downward, slowly taking him inside. “You have no idea how many times I wished for this.”
Del groaned at the feel of him inside her, stretching her, filling her. She fell forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders and wiggling a little as she tried to adjust “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said weakly, her voice hardly more than a faint squeak.
Her hair spilled down around them, her lids drooping low over her eyes and a feline smile curving her lips up. Her tongue slid out, tracing the upper curve of her lip. Blake didn’t think he’d ever seen her look more beautiful. He searched her face for some sign of fear but all he saw the beauty of a woman’s pleasure. She squirmed again, wriggling her hips and trying to take him deeper. Catching her lip between her teeth, she said, “Help me out here.”
Blake cupped her hips in his hands and held her steady, watching her face as he surged up. He watched for some flicker of pain, some flicker of fear. Her lids flickered and she winced, but then he was buried inside her, his cock swathed in sweet, satiny wet pussy. “Am I hurting you?” he demanded harshly.
“No,” she whispered. Her voice shook and she made a sexy little humming sound deep in her throat, arching her back. That pose lifted her breasts and Blake groaned, pushing up onto his elbow so he could take one pink nipple into his mouth. Against her skin, he murmured again, “It’s up to you, Del.”
Slowly, she started to rock against him, tentative at first and awkward. He cupped her ass in his hands and fell back against the bed, watching her from under his lashes. Del found her pace soon enough and settled into a slow, lazy rhythm that set his blood to boiling.
His hands tightened and everything inside him cried for more. A lot more. Blake wanted to fist his hands in her hair and jerk her against him, roll over and put her beneath as he drove into her hard and fast. Instead, he gritted his teeth and fought to lay still. But he had to touch her. Laying his hand flat against her thigh, he slid it upward.
The curls covering her sex were pale, shades lighter than her brown-dyed hair, soft buttery-yellow curls. Tight and hard, the bud of her clit lay hidden in those curls and Blake watched her face as he sought it out, watching her reaction. He circled it and smiled smugly as the tissues of her pussy clenched down around him.
Her thighs tightened around his hips and she shivered, her nails biting into his flesh. Del’s lids fluttered low and then she opened her eyes, smiling down at him. “Do that again,” she said, her voice husky.
“I will—if you lean down.”
Del shifted forward again, resting her hands on the mattress by his head. Blake lifted up so he could taste her breasts again, first one, then the other. At the same time, he used his fingers on her, listening to her breathing and the soft broken moans to figure out what was the quickest way to make her moan, what made her shudder—what made her scream.
It was a sweet agony because every touch seemed to make her burn hotter, made her clench around him like a silken vise. She was so damn tight, virgin tight, and the wonder on her face as she started to come was the most beautiful, most erotic gift he’d ever been given—and the most amazing. His balls drew tight against him and fiery chills raced down his spine only seconds before he came, hard and fast. His hands clamped down on her hips and he arched up, circling his hips against hers. The slick, wet walls of her pussy gripped him with tight convulsive caresses, milking him dry.
Above him, Del screamed out his name and climaxed, her entire body tensing up and then slowly, a little at a time, she relaxed. From under his lashes, he watched as a faint, wondering smiled curved her lips and then she collapsed against him with a moan.
Blake slid his arms around her waist, breathing raggedly. “Are you okay?” he asked when he could finally speak.
“Um.” Her voice was soft and drowsy. Blake craned his head around, staring at her face. A goofy, lopsided smile lit her face and she asked, “Define okay.”
It had been perfect. Del hadn’t even let herself dream about something as sweet as that—so it only made sense that something would screw it up. She lay draped across his chest, nearly an hour after midnight, listening to his heart beat and just enjoying.
They’d made love twice.
Two whole times—and he’d made her come several times over. Each time. She could understand what in the hell had people so hot and bothered about sex. Logically, she’d already known that answer, but knowing it and knowing it were two different things. She knew, now, in every sweet, aching inch of her body, she knew.
He skimmed a hand up her side, cupped it over the back of her neck. Lifting his head, Blake brushed his lips against her temple and murmured softly, “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Just like that—Del was in hell.
The feel of his hand cupping the back of her head, his words—it didn’t matter that he felt nothing like her step-father, that he looked nothing like her step-father, that he smelled nothing like her step-father. For a few heartbeats, she was trapped again, cruel hands pinioning both of hers together over her head while he crouched on top of her chest, shoving his dick inside her mouth. That’s it, Delilah. Look at you—you know you like this. You were made for it weren’t you? You beautiful, perfect little slut. My little whore. Swallow it and tell me that you love it.
When she sobbed instead, he’d hit her. Again and again, until she finally said what he wanted but her mouth was so swollen from his hitting her that he couldn’t understand her.
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