Chapter 23
Sawyer
“When life takes turns you don’t expect, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the scenery.”
~ Grant Turner
Fuck!
As incredible as Delilah’s mouth felt on me, and as amazing as she had felt in my arms with her lips pressed against mine, I couldn’t stop the replay of her words from swirling around in my head.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
They were on a loop that I couldn’t shut off. Hearing those words triggered me in ways I wasn’t even sure I understood. It made me want to get as far away from her as I could to protect her and at the same time keep her as close as possible to protect her.
It also revealed the truth that I’d been trying to deny for longer than I cared to admit. I was in love with her. I’d always known that I cared about her, that I was attracted to her, but this was different. It wasn’t just lust or affection; it was the real deal. That bombshell had caused me to swerve off the road.
When we parked, I’d almost told her that I loved her, too. I wanted to so badly. Those three words felt like a prison that I was locked in and my speaking them out loud would set me free. But one look in her eyes and I’d known I’d never be able to live with myself if I caused her more pain than she was in now.
So, I didn’t. I couldn’t. No matter how good it might feel to me in the moment, I couldn’t risk it. Instead, I’d done the thing that I knew would also feel good, if not ultimately as satisfying: I kissed her.
I didn’t stop to think what she might read into it. Hell, I didn’t stop to think at all. I just followed my instinct, leaned forward, and crushed my lips to hers. And now, here we were, with her beautiful lips wrapped around my dick, her amazing tongue swirling around it as she bobbed her head up and down, and me doing everything I could not to tell her that I loved her.
Knowing that I couldn’t express myself verbally, I did the next best thing. I showed her. I kept one hand tangled in her hair while with the other reached down and slid up her leg, slipping it beneath her dress. My fingers grazed the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs. She opened her legs without me asking and it gave me a clear path to her sex, currently covered by her arousal-soaked panties.
I inhaled sharply as my fingers ran up and down the wet fabric. She whimpered, and rocked her hips against my touch. Taking her silent invitation, I shoved aside the wispy fabric of her panties so that I could touch the delicate folds of her sex and take her to the next level in heights of ecstasy.
She was turned on and I loved it. But it also inspired a possessive, caveman compulsion in me. I wanted her trembling, coming apart with pleasure on my hand. I wanted her to forget that any other man in the world had ever touched her. For the rest of her life, I wanted her to only think of me touching her every time she felt this way. I wanted to be stamped into her psyche. I wanted my name to be on her lips when she came for the rest of her life.
Maybe that made me a selfish asshole. But at this moment, I didn’t give a damn about that. All I wanted to do was mark my territory like she’d done when she branded me with her kiss.
I started slow, trailing just the tips of my fingers over her outer lips. Her breathing sped up, and her mouth clamped against me harder. Her increased suction almost stole my attention away from my mission, but I managed to stay on task.
Concentrating on her pleasure, I ran my fingers gently up and down her slit, creating a rhythm that matched what she was doing with her head, bobbing up and down on my dick. Soon, we were in perfect sync. Every time she had me completely buried in her mouth down to the base, I was hitting the top of her sex and rubbing little circles on her pleasure button. Every time she pulled her mouth up and applied gentle suction to my head, I had moved my fingers down and thrust them inside of her.
It was perfect symbiosis. And not just the physical act of her mouth on me as I played between her legs. It was spiritual. A soul-deep connection. One that I wanted to protect and continue exploring for the rest of my life.
No. I pushed down those thoughts. I reminded myself that now wasn’t the time to be thinking about the future. That could only lead to heartache. Now was the time to give Delilah every ounce of pleasure her body was capable of handling.
With a renewed resolve I thrust my fingers into her one last time and left them there. I worked her inner walls with them, hitting her G-spot over and over as I rubbed small circles on her sensitive pleasure spot with my thumb.
As her body contracted around me, she lifted her head and let it fall back, so her cheek was resting against my rock hard shaft. I watched as pleasure twisted on her euphoric expression. Her moans and whimpers made me even harder than when her mouth had been on me.
Her hands flew to my forearm, and she grasped it firmly, her fingernails digging into the skin, keeping it in place. She sunk lower in the seat, pressing her hips upward to press even tighter into my hand. I watched, mesmerized at the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.
The flush on her beautiful face, the way her chest expanded as she panted, causing her cleavage to spill over, the way her eyes crinkled as they squeezed shut in release. Her dress bunched at her waist and my hand between her creamy thighs that were spread wide open for me.
A raw cry tore from her throat as her back arched up and her release coated my hand. I kept up my rhythm until the last spasm seized her. When she collapsed back onto the seat, spent and panting, I took a moment just to appreciate her beautiful face and figure in that position. The damp tendrils of curls falling down her cheek. The single drops of sweat rolling down her chest and into her cleavage, burying themselves between those magnificent breasts. The way that her soft belly rose and fell in utter contentment.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Surprise colored her face. “You’re smiling,” she said, and that surprise was there in her voice as well.
“I smile.” My voice was gravelly and low. “When I have something to smile about.”
Her lips turned up into a wide grin. “I love being the something that makes you smile.”
Before my mouth betrayed me by telling her what I loved, I pulled a condom from my pocket. When she bit her lip, the visceral hunger I saw flare up in her eyes was almost enough to make me come before I even got the protection on. I made quick work of rolling the rubber down my shaft.
Without saying a word, she sat up, straddled my legs, unbuttoned the top of her dress, and pushed the two sides apart. Then she hooked her fingers in the top of her bra and pulled it down underneath her breasts so that the fabric nestled up underneath them and her gorgeous tits were on display, only about half an inch from my face.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I also love when you suck on my nipples. I love when you bite them and lick them.”
“Fuck…” I groaned.
“Yes.” She kissed the outer rim of my ear as she rose up and lowered herself down on me. “I love that, too.”
She held herself there for a few moments. Completely still, not moving at all. I throbbed as her body hugged me snuggly.
Using the finger that was still covered in her release, I traced the outline of her nipples, coating her in her own juices before leaning forward and tasting her sweet goodness. She gasped as her inner walls contracted tightly and I exploded in sensation. It was almost more than I could handle.
Before I’d been able to get myself under control, she lifted up, then lowered herself onto me again. She repeated this movement over and over, increasing the speed every time she bounced on me and I continued showering attention on her breasts as they moved up and down. My mind slipped further and further towards oblivion. I tried to keep it at bay, to prolong this encounter as long as humanly possible.
When her body began shaking, I just couldn’t hold on for one more second.
I slapped my hands onto her generous hips and held her down, burying myself deep inside her as I finally gave over to my earth-shattering release.
My head kept spinning even after the orgasm was over. When I finally came back into myself, I took in my surroundings. Delilah was collapsed against me, her head on my shoulder as she caught her breath. I was still embedded entirely in her soft, welcoming body. My arms were wrapped tightly around her, and there was just one problem.
I wasn’t sure how I was ever supposed to let her go.