Page 134 of And Now, Back to You

I reach up and pull off my glasses, tossing them toward the coffee table. They hit the floor with a metallic sound but I’m already working my mouth against her again. Wet and slow and deep, my eyes closed, thumbs rubbing where I’m holding her open for me.

I reach down and frantically yank at my jeans, curling my hand against my hard cock as soon as I can, fingers wet with her, riding the edge of pleasure and pain. It’s so good with Delilah it hurts. I’m reduced to sensation and action.

When she comes, it’s with the bitten-out sound of my name. I have to hold her firmly down while she works through it, her voice whispering my name over and over, a curse and then a praise, her body softening as my mouth lightens. The last time she says it, it twists up at the end, caught around the start of her laugh. I grin into the soft skin of her thigh then wipe my mouth there, crawling back on top of her. I wrap my arms around her and lift until I’m sitting with my back against the couch, Delilah draped over my lap. I want to memorize the feel of her when she’s like this, boneless and satisfied, smiling so wide her kiss is messy.

“Do you understand now?” I whisper against her bottom lip. I flex my hands against the curve of her ass. “Do you see?”

All the things I haven’t been able to tell her. I’m shit with words when it matters, but I can be good at this.

She laughs, breathless and winded. “Yeah. I get it.”

“Do you?”

She nods, nose against my cheek.

She’s so warm against me. Bare breasts, bare hips, bare legs. Wild hair, tumbling down her bare back. Her naked body, curled on top of my fully clothed one. I groan and bite at her skin. Sink my mouth against her collarbone and whisper out a quiet, Fuck, Delilah.

She rocks her body against mine and I palm the length of her thigh.

“This is how I want it to be with us,” I murmur, panting open-mouthed against the hollow of her throat as her hands reach between us, tracing the open fly of my jeans. I’m so hard I’m dizzy. Just the scrape of her fingernail is probably enough to set me off. “Don’t settle. Ask for what you need. Let me give it to you.”

“Don’t let you off easy.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

She sinks her hand down into my waistband and curls her fingers around me, pushing my jeans over my hips.

“Then give me this,” she whispers, so sweet and breathy it makes me ache. “I think I need you, Jackson.”

I think I need you too, I almost whisper back.

Instead, I groan. A rough, broken sound. She’s rolling her hand against me, and I can barely think, my entire body vibrating. I tuck my forehead to hers and look between us, watching the way her hand works at me. She shifts her body and presses my bare cock against her, right where I’ve made her warm and wet. She rolls her hips in tight little circles, grinding against me.

My fingers bite into her hips. “Delilah.”

A laugh catches in her throat. “Please tell me you have a condom in your wallet.”

“I do, but—” I wet my lips. I’m having trouble stringing sentences together. I came here because I missed her. Not because I expected this. “I don’t want you to think I do this sort of thing, Delilah.”

“Hush,” she whispers. “I know who you are.”

She’s still moving her hips. Getting me wet. Making everything smooth and easy. My cock nudges at her clit with every roll of her body, and her head drops back, the ends of her hair brushing over my still-clothed thighs. “Like this, okay? Just for a second. Then I’ll let you get that condom. But I’m—” A deep, satisfied sound rolls out of her. “I’m always careful and I’m protected. You can have me like this, if you want.”

I almost laugh. If I want. I squeeze her hips so hard I bet she’ll have fingertip-sized bruises tomorrow. Ten perfect presses of blue and purple. The shape of my need for her.

“Me too,” I grunt. The rest of my explanation eludes me. “I’ve never missed a physical.”

She laughs into the corner of my mouth. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Health is important.” I nip at her bottom lip and smile. “You sure?” I whisper.

She nods, fingers curling in my hair. “Very much so.”

I black out, a little bit, at that. Gray creeping into the corners of my vision while the desire fists so tight my lungs burn. I urge her off my lap and pull off my clothes, chest heaving, hands shaking. I reach for my wallet, fingers fumbling with the packet, then tearing. Delilah helps, which is no help at all, and then it’s my bare skin against hers, my hands smoothing over her hips and turning her until her spine is pressed tight to my chest, my arm hooked around her middle.

“Sit back,” I tell her quietly. “Like this.” I gently press her legs wide, hooking her thighs over my knees. I angle my cock against her as she reaches down, lightly tracing the length of me. A few tight strokes and then hot, blunt pressure as she eases back. Delilah works herself over me slowly, taking me bit by bit.

Her breath hitches about halfway. It’s the most excruciating pleasure of my life. “I don’t think I can—”