Chapter Eleven

 

“You’re doing that staring thing again. Not that it isn’t flattering, of course, but I think your food is probably getting cold.”

Delilah’s amused voice shook Finn out of his reverie, and he grinned at her apologetically.

“I’d say I was sorry but you’d know I was lying,” he replied, chuckling. “And as delicious as my dinner is, I’ve gotta say yet again that you’re the most luscious thing I’ve seen in a real long time. Maybe of all time.”

Her cheeks pinkened a little at his fervently murmured words, her eyes darkening as they noticed the heated way he kept looking at her. Finn grimaced as he realized that nearly every other male in this restaurant was also sneaking looks at her, some of them none too discreetly. Little wonder, he thought faintly, given how smoking hot she looked this evening.

She had texted him yesterday to advise that the dress code at this particular restaurant was very much on the casual side so that he could forego the suit and tie - unless, of course, he really wanted to wear one. He’d appreciated both her joke and her advice, and had quickly sent Max an urgent message asking for his advice on what to wear. In reply, Max had texted over an address near Union Square with instructions to meet him there in exactly an hour’s time.

The address had ended up being that of the Armani boutique, and Max had wasted little time in selecting a pair of slim fitting black jeans, a light gray V-neck cashmere sweater, and black suede loafers. Max hadn’t bothered to look at price tags, and while Finn had easily been able to afford the new clothes, he’d been a little taken aback at the grand total.

“Two thousand bucks for a pair of jeans and a sweater and some shoes?” Finn had asked in disbelief. “Honestly, Max? We couldn’t have met in, say, the sale section at Macy’s?”

Max had turned his nose up at the idea. “We could have,” he’d replied snootily. “If you hadn’t cared about making a good impression on your date tomorrow evening, that is. And, yes, I realize this was a bit of a splurge, but these are good, classic pieces that you’ll be able to wear for a variety of occasions, and that will last a long time.”

Finn had shaken his head. “Delilah said the place was casual. What if I’m overdressed in this get-up?”

“Trust me, you won’t be,” Max had assured confidently. “Besides, I’m thinking that Ms. Ferris’s idea of casual and yours are two very different things. After all, there’s casual and then there’s - well, the way you look right now.”

Finn hadn’t bothered to change out of his baggy cargo shorts and a T-shirt emblazoned with the Volcano Vodka logo prior to meeting Max. Nor had he bothered to shave yet today, though he was fairly sure he’d at least run a comb through his hair at some point.

Max had glanced disparagingly at the well-worn pair of Vans that Finn had shoved his feet into just before leaving his condo. “And I hope this goes without saying, Finn, but please wear socks with those new suede loafers. Black ones. I assume you own some?”

“Of course I do,” Finn had replied sullenly.

Max had arched a brow in disbelief. “Ones without holes in them? And ones that don’t have little footballs or some other juvenile pattern?”

Finn had shrugged. “Now, that I can’t guarantee. Hell, do they sell socks at this place? Ones that don’t cost fifty bucks a pair?”

They had, in fact, carried a line of socks, and Finn had added two pair to his purchases. He’d thanked Max somewhat grudgingly for his help yet again, as well as for his suggestion of the best jazz club to bring Delilah to after dinner. Max had merely nodded in reply before hurrying back to his office, having already promised Finn that he would ask around about the attorney Delilah had engaged to oversee her upcoming meeting with Bloomingdale’s. Max himself had offered to look over any sort of proposals or financials that the retailer might present to Delilah, to make sure that she was getting the very best offer. Finn was planning to suggest to Delilah that Max be invited to sit in on the meeting with Bloomingdale’s, even though it was somewhat out of his area of expertise. But Max had such a brilliant financial brain that Finn knew he’d understand every word of what would be discussed in the meeting, as well as be able to advise Delilah on what actions she should take if an offer was made to her company.

“You look really nice tonight,” she told him, running her fingertips lightly over his sleeve. “Is this sweater a new addition to your wardrobe?”

“That obvious, huh?” he asked sheepishly. “I mean, that this isn’t my usual style.”

“No, not at all. The sweater just has a new clothes kind of smell. Did your friend Max take you shopping again?” she asked casually.

Finn laughed. “You do know me pretty well already, don’t you? And, yeah. I confess to giving him a quick call yesterday to ask for advice. Next thing I know I’m dropping two grand at the Armani store.”

“Well, it was money well spent,” assured Delilah. “Though you really don’t need to keep asking your friend for style advice. I’m pretty confident you’d do just fine on your own. As you can see, it really is casual here.”

He glanced around the packed restaurant, noticing that nearly every patron here was wearing jeans or equally casual garb. Delilah, in fact, was probably the most dressed-up of anyone there - not that she was actually wearing a whole lot this evening.

Finn was certain his eyes had popped out of their sockets at his first glimpse of her tonight. He’d never seen her dressed quite this way before - like a sultry, slinky femme fatale whose sole intention seemed to be attracting as much male attention as possible. His eyes continued to linger on the delectable display of her cleavage in the satiny, emerald green camisole top she wore. The rather skimpy top, trimmed in cream colored lace, showcased her feminine assets in a jaw dropping manner, and he thought how easy it would be to simply slide one of the thin straps off her shoulder and bare one round, creamy breast.

She’d teamed the sexy top with a black denim mini-skirt, and a pair of high-heeled black ankle boots that had given Finn an instant hard-on the second he’d glimpsed them on her dainty feet. Her abundant dark hair fell in loose waves about her shoulders and back, while her makeup had a definite edge to it this evening - her eyes lined and darkly shadowed, her brows thicker than normal, and that lush mouth glossed over in a deep burgundy shade rather than her usual red or pink. She’d eschewed her sapphire and diamond jewelry for a black lace choker and a pair of huge silver hoop earrings. And Finn didn’t know if it had been her intent while selecting her outfit for tonight, but Delilah was very much giving off a real naughty girl vibe - a vibe that was definitely appealing to his own inner bad boy.

He fought off the urge to run his index finger along the exposed curves of her breasts, or dipping that same finger between those voluptuous tits. She had removed her black leather jacket shortly after they’d been seated, and he swallowed with some difficulty each time he noticed the hard points of her nipples outlined against her satiny camisole. If he didn’t know better, Finn would have assumed she was doing her best to seduce him - not, of course, that she even needed to try. All she would have to do at this point would be to snap her fingers, or give him some other signal, and he’d be her willing slave for days on end.

“Your steak is getting cold,” she admonished, pointing at his dish with her fork. “And I think perhaps I should cover up for the moment. You seem easily, um, distracted.”

“Can you blame me?” he asked incredulously, feeling both relieved and crestfallen as she pulled her black leather jacket on, covering up the too-tempting display of her breasts. “I mean, look at you, for Christ’s sake. You remind me of this poster my grandfather used to have in his garage - this really sexy pin-up girl, kind of a vintage one. Not a full-blown nude like you’d see in Playboy or anything. This was classier, and the girl was fully clothed, which only made the drawing sexier.”

“Hmm.” Delilah chewed on a bite of her herb buttered trout. “Sounds like it might have been a Vargas Girl drawing.”

Finn snapped his fingers. “You’re right, it was. I remember my grandfather mentioning that name once or twice. And telling me not to ever tell my grandmother about the poster, because she’d make him get rid of it.”

She nodded. “Vargas was a famous artist from South America, I forget what country exactly. He specialized in painting pin-up girls, very erotic ones, though I don’t think he ever did full-on nudes. From what I recall reading about him, he was pretty controversial for his time, would have been around World War Two, I think. What ever happened to the poster your grandfather owned?”

He grinned. “From what I heard, my grandmother found out about it, and the rest was history. But I meant what I said before - about how you remind me of that poster. Especially in that black lace slip thing you’re wearing on your website.”

Her dark eyes lit up excitedly. “Wow, you’ve just given me a fantastic idea, Finn! I’m going to talk to our photographer about the possibility of recreating some of the Vargas Girl poses for our lingerie line. We haven’t really been able to come up with anything eye catching or different, and that would be a great concept. Something with sort of a vintage feel to it. I think that could really work. Thanks for the idea.”

“My pleasure,” he replied huskily. “And it would give me even greater pleasure if you decided to model more of your lingerie line for the catalog. Especially if you decide to use that Vargas Girl concept. Your entire line would sell out in a matter of hours if you were one of the models.”

Delilah smiled in pleasure at his compliment. “I’ll think about that part, okay? Like I told you, things are super busy right now, especially getting prepared for this meeting with Bloomingdale’s.”

“Speaking of that. I was going to ask if you’d like to have my buddy Max at that meeting with you. He’s still asking around about your attorney, but regardless of what happens with that, Max is a good guy to have in your corner. Like I said, this sort of thing you’re looking to set up isn’t exactly his area of expertise, but the guy pretty much knows everything about everything. At least when it comes to financial stuff and contracts. He’d make damned sure you got a good deal, and that everything was in your favor. I haven’t asked him yet,” added Finn, “since I wanted to run it by you first, but I’d be happy to do that for you.” He slid a hand over hers where it rested on the table. “And I already know that you can handle it yourself, that you’re as smart as you are beautiful. But I’d hate to think a big company like Bloomingdale’s might try to take advantage of you, that they might think because you’re young and on your own that they don’t have to offer you as good of a deal. With Max along for the ride - well, no way in hell that would ever happen.”

Her smile deepened as she squeezed his hand. “In other words, you’ve got my back, huh? Well, I appreciate it, Finn. Both the vote of confidence and your offer to enlist your friend’s help. Tell you what. Let’s hear what Max has to say about my attorney, and if it sounds a little on the shaky side I’ll definitely ask him to sit in on the meeting. As well as recommend a better attorney. Thank you, Finn. My business is really important to me, my baby, if you will, and I’ve tried to be very careful about not expanding too fast or getting in over my head. So far so good, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get your friend’s expert opinion about the company’s financial wellbeing.”

“I’ll call him over the weekend and get something set up,” assured Finn. “Though I’ve got to confess to having some misgivings about the idea. Not,” he added hurriedly, “because of his competency or anything. You’d never be able to find anyone as smart as Max is about finances and business. The guy turns away business, has a waiting list of companies wanting to hire him.”

Delilah frowned, even as she returned her attention to her dinner. “I don’t understand then. What sort of misgivings are you talking about?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Max, uh, is probably the type of guy you’re normally used to dating. He’s admittedly better looking than those so-called clones I saw you with, but no denying that he’s dark haired, sophisticated, and pretty much lives in a suit and tie. And he knows about all the stuff that you seem to like - fashion, classical music, art, wine. I guess I’ve been a little afraid that if the two of you ever met you’d end up really hitting it off, and then I’d be out of the picture.”

“Finn.” The rebuke was quiet but firm. “Do you really think I’m that shallow - that I’d ditch someone because I found his friend more appealing? And while your friend sounds like a gentleman he also sounds - well, kind of boring, in my opinion. Like he’s married to his job or something. Definitely not the kind of guy who’d pick his date up in a yellow Corvette.”

Finn guffawed heartily in response. “You got that right. Max is British, and more than a little on the uptight side. He doesn’t drive all that often, prefers to take taxis most places, but he does own a pretty awesome Aston Martin. He also hasn’t been on a date in a really long time, at least as far as Jordan and I are aware. Jordan, by the way, is the third musketeer in our little trio. He, Max, and I have known each other since our freshman year at Stanford, more than twenty years now.”

“Don’t tell me, let me guess,” replied Delilah drolly. “The three of you were frat brothers, weren’t you?”

“Yup.” He nodded in acknowledgment. “Though it was mostly Jordan and I who got into mischief. Max was always the straight arrow of our group. He even bailed me out of jail one night, something he never lets me forget about.”

“Jail, hmm?” She arched a brow, then took a sip of her wine. “You didn’t tell me I agreed to go on a date with an ex-con.”

He waved a hand in dismissal. “Nah, nothing like that. The charges were all dismissed and everything, there’s nothing on my record. Basically just a stupid college prank. My parents would have killed me if I had ever done anything really serious. They were pretty strict with my brothers and sister and me growing up.”

“How do they feel about your - well, let’s call it a lifestyle nowadays?” she inquired pointedly.

Finn grimaced, not at all comfortable discussing his lifestyle with the woman he was bound and determined to woo into his bed tonight. “Understandably, they’d prefer me to settle down, get married, and raise a family, just like my brothers have done. Or at least to be in a committed relationship like my little sister. At first, my mother would call to lecture me whenever she read a story in the tabloids, while my father still reminds me to keep a supply of condoms in my back pocket wherever I go. Overall, though, I’m pretty sure the two of them have given up on me by now. At least in terms of ever settling down, that is. I have a great family, Delilah, the best parents in the world. My, uh, reluctance to settle down has nothing to do with the way I was raised, or the example they set. It’s just - I don’t think I have it in me to be with one woman for the rest of my life. Pretty sure I’d find a way to screw things up sooner than later.”

Delilah didn’t answer for long seconds, taking her time chewing a bite of her fish, then washing it down with another sip of wine. When she spoke again, her voice sounded deliberately casual, almost as though she was half-joking. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman, one who’d be able to change your mind,” she commented blandly. “The one woman you wanted so badly that you’d be willing to mend your wild ways for her.”

“Maybe.”

Neither of them dared to suggest that perhaps Delilah could be that particular woman, though Finn had already acknowledged to himself that she affected him far more deeply than any other female he’d ever met. But to even contemplate making any sort of commitment to her was something that alternately thrilled and terrified him, so he swiftly steered the subject in a slightly different direction.

“What about you?” he asked. “Ever been in a long-term relationship before? And what happened to the last few clones - uh, I mean men - that you were dating?”

She shrugged. “I’ve had a few semi-serious relationships over the years, but nothing that lasted more than a few months, and no one that I ever really considered to be husband material. As for the clones - darn it, now you’ve got me saying it! - there hasn’t been anyone serious for almost two years now. Work has been way too crazy to allow time for an actual relationship, so the men you saw me with were just casual dates. In fact,” she added with a laugh, “I had to give one of them the heave-ho the other day when he wouldn’t take the hint.”

Finn listened in amused interest as she recounted the story of the overeager dermatologist who’d been pursuing her. “You weren’t serious about the part where the dude kept applying hand lotion every fifteen minutes or so, were you?”

Delilah sighed. “God, I wish I wasn’t, but unfortunately it’s all too true. I mean, I get that he takes his job seriously, practices what he preaches in terms of taking care of his skin, but that was a little too much on the OCD side for my liking.”

“OCD?” replied Finn in disbelief. “Babe, the guy sounds like a fucking pussy to me. Let me tell you right now that I have never once used any sort of lotion on any part of my body, and especially not my hands. The first time you saw the dude doing that should have been a warning sign that he was not the man for you. Or any kind of a man, for that matter.”

She giggled. “My PA dubbed him Doctor Moisturizer. But then he usually dreams up these very inventive nicknames for all of my dates.”

“Oh, yeah? Has he thought one up for me as yet? Or does he even know we’re on a date tonight?”

Delilah pursed her lips. “Oh, Mr. Nosypants definitely knows who I’m with. And who you are. He took the liberty of reading your card out loud to me when he brought the flowers into my office. As for your nickname - well, you’ve officially been christened Finn McHottie.”

He laughed heartily, drawing looks from several nearby patrons. “I like that. And I have a feeling I’m going to like your assistant a lot.”

She rolled her eyes. “You might want to hold that thought, Finn. Especially if Calvin decides it would be fun to hit on you the first time you meet. And, yes. That is a definite possibility, depending on what his mood is on any particular day. I’ve given up trying to predict which Calvin is going to show up to the office each day.”

Finn winced. “Can you make sure to drop the hint that I don’t, uh, swing that way?”

“Doesn’t matter. He’d flirt with you just for the pleasure of seeing you squirm. Or to mess with your head. Calvin has some real - let’s call them issues he needs to work through. But I’ll make sure he’s on his best behavior if you ever decide to stop by the studio one of these days.”

“I’d like that,” he told her sincerely, giving her hand a quick squeeze. “To see where you create and design, where everything comes together. And especially to see you ruling your empire. I’ve suddenly found that strong, powerful women are a real turn-on for me. And,” he added huskily, “I’m very, very glad to learn that there hasn’t been anyone serious for you in a long time. It means I don’t have to figure out a way to get rid of the competition. Not, of course, that it wouldn’t have been child’s play for me to steal you away from another man. Especially Doctor Moisturizer. Though given what you’ve told me about him, babe, I’ve got to question just how much of a man he really is.”

She laughed softly. “And since you’ve already admitted that you don’t have the foggiest idea of how a relationship even works, I guess I don’t have to ask if there’s been anyone serious for you. I also really, really don’t want to know anything about the legion of women that have been in your life. Certain things are best left unspoken. Now, once, again, your food is getting cold, Finn. And I’ve ordered that particular entrée before, so I know it would be a real shame to waste even a bite of something so delicious. Eat now, hmm?”

She returned her attention to her fish and accompanying vegetables and wild rice, while he eagerly cut off another bite of his admittedly delicious steak. He’d been a little leery about eating French food, but Delilah had assured him that the cuisine here at Zazie was country-style French as opposed to the more sophisticated dishes one would find in a Parisian restaurant. The décor of the small, cozy restaurant was also far less formal than he had feared, with its brick walls, small wooden tables, and the Provence patterned dishes the food was served on.

They had agreed on a fruity Zinfandel wine this evening, with Delilah dismissing his concern that maybe the hearty red wouldn’t go well with the trout she’d ordered.

“I don’t care about any sort of rules when it comes to wine pairings,” she’d assured him. “For me, it’s more about what I’m in the mood for, and tonight a nice Zin really appeals to me.”

Finn refilled her glass now, making a mental note to ask Jordan if he’d mind giving him a crash course about different wine varietals. Jordan had an impressive wine collection, one that Finn had paid little attention to in the past. Jordan considered himself something of a connoisseur, whereas Finn had rarely touched the stuff, preferring beer or hard liquor. But given that Delilah seemed to know something about wines, he figured it wouldn’t hurt his cause to win her over if he seemed to take an interest in them, too.

They lingered over coffee and dessert, sharing a fresh strawberry crumble with crème fraiche, and chatting companionably in a way Finn had rarely ever done with one of his dates. When the waiter discreetly left the guest check on their table, Delilah made a move to grab it but Finn was far too quick for her.

“Hey, what’s that all about?” he challenged, plunking his credit card down next to the check. “You seriously thought I would let you pay the bill?”

She shrugged. “Why not? You paid last time, along with buying the symphony tickets. And I’m a very modern woman, Finn, used to taking care of myself, not to mention a successful business owner. I can definitely afford to reciprocate.”

“Tough. ‘Cause it ain’t gonna happen, darling Delilah. Not with me, anyway. Tell you what - if you really want to quote unquote “reciprocate” you can invite me over to your place for dinner sometime. How does that sound?”

She scowled at him but shrugged in assent. “Fine. And how convenient for you to have found a way to invite yourself over to my place.”

Finn grinned unapologetically. “Strictly a happy accident, honestly. Now, if you’re finished, we ought to head out to our next stop.”

The jazz club that Max had recommended was a pleasing mix of funk and sophistication, and Delilah seemed impressed as they were shown to a secluded little table. They ordered drinks - a vodka martini for her, a beer for him - and sipped them leisurely while listening to the music. At some point several couples began to filter onto the dance floor, prompting Finn to rise and offer his hand to Delilah.

“Dance with me?” he asked hopefully.

She nodded, placing her hand in his and letting him draw her to her feet. Finn didn’t bother to mute the groan of pleasure that escaped his throat as he pulled her close against him, savoring the feel of her curvy little body. His arm tightened around her narrow waist, while his other hand held hers firmly against his chest. Even with the stiletto heels of those sexy ankle boots, the top of her head barely grazed his shoulder, and it was a natural reaction, he supposed, to feel protective about someone of her petite stature.  

His protective instincts, however, were quickly shot to hell as Delilah snuggled in a little closer, pressing her soft, round breasts against his chest, and resting her head on his shoulder. With their bodies this close he would very easily be able to fit his rapidly hardening cock into the notch of her thighs, silently letting her know just how ready he was to finally bring this thing between them - what it was exactly he couldn’t define as yet - to its inevitable conclusion. But with a supreme - and uncharacteristic - amount of self-control, Finn continued to maintain a moderately respectable distance between their bodies, even while every single one of his nerve endings was urging him to grind his dick against the part of her lush little body that he longed to plunge into, to bury himself inside, and then linger for several hours. The smoky, sultry jazz music, with the wail of the soprano saxophone and the throbbing beat of the bass, more than helped to set the mood, and he had to bite down on the inside of his mouth to restrain himself from bending down and kissing the gorgeous, tempting woman in his arms like a starving man.

But his gentlemanly behavior was all for naught, it seemed, when Delilah was the one to boldly bring their bodies into much more intimate contact, giving that sexy little ass of hers a wiggle as she none-too-subtly ground her crotch against his. Finn’s eyes widened in shocked surprise, unsure for the first time in his adult life of how to react.

And then, to add further to his shock, Delilah reached up on tiptoe to murmur huskily in his ear, “Unless you really want to stay, I think we should continue this somewhere more private. Don’t you agree?”

In response, Finn grabbed her hand and pulled her along in his wake, only pausing long enough to collect her jacket from their table. Once outside of the club he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the valet to bring the Corvette around, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around Delilah’s waist the whole time, as though afraid she’d change her mind about the offer he was pretty damned sure she had just made him.

And there was zero chance of that happening, he thought firmly, as he assisted her into the low-slung car. He gulped as her short skirt rode even further up her slender thighs, almost to the crotch. After waiting this long for Delilah to give him the green light - the few weeks that had felt like a whole fucking year at times - nothing and no one was going to prevent him from finally claiming her tonight.

The drive home was made quickly, silently, and fortunately safely. Finn wasn’t worried about the amount of alcohol he’d consumed. He’d kept his intake to a minimum and had a higher than average tolerance for the stuff. No, his concerns about getting them home in one piece was strictly about his off-the-charts sexual arousal, and being able to resist pulling into the closest parking space just before yanking the delectable Delilah onto his lap and kissing her senseless.

The elevator ride up to their floor from the garage was also made in silence, though Finn could swear he felt the virtual crackle of electricity in the air inside the closed car. He placed a hand on the small of Delilah’s back to guide her down the hallway, but abruptly jerked it away when he realized it was visibly trembling.

‘Jesus, McManus,’ he admonished himself. ‘Better get your shit together real quick. ‘Cause the way you’re acting right now you’re liable to blow your wad the second you get inside of her. And wouldn’t that make a helluva impression.’

Delilah paused in front of her unit, keys in hand. “I believe the standard line at this moment would normally be ‘your place or mine’. But since I have no intention of being occupant number three thousand and one of your bed, I’m taking the choice out of your hands. It’s my place or nothing. More specifically my bed or nothing.”

Finn smirked. “Babe, trust me on this. I’m so desperate for you that I’d settle for a dog bed right now.”

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I’m not even going to answer that. Or ask if you’re speaking from past experience.”

As classy and ladylike as Delilah always acted, Finn had assumed that she would rather shyly let him take the lead from this point. What he’d neglected to take into account, however, was the fact that she was also a bossy little thing, the CEO of her own company, and a woman who was very comfortable being in charge - a trait that apparently extended into the bedroom.

The moment she locked the door behind them Delilah practically launched herself into his arms, pulling his head down to meet her eager, fiery kiss. It only took Finn mere seconds to react, his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tight as the kiss deepened, grew hungrier, dirtier, more frantic. He was so aroused, so damned fucking hard, that the urge to take her up against the wall of her foyer was becoming impossible to resist.

But as he pressed her up against the wall, then began to run a hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, inching beneath her skirt, Delilah wrenched her mouth from his, and murmured urgently into his ear, “No, not here! Bedroom. And be quick about it.”

If he hadn’t needed to get fucked so badly, and also hadn’t been afraid she’d toss him out on his ass, Finn would have chuckled in amusement at just how bossy she was proving to be. But because his cock would never, ever forgive him if he blew this opportunity, he suppressed his laughter and obediently carried her in the direction of her harem styled bedroom, grateful that she’d left a light on in the hallway so that he didn’t have to stumble around in the dark.

He set her down gently on that sumptuous bed, but Delilah was evidently not in the mood for gentleness tonight. She paused only to flick on one of those red-shaded lamps before kneeling in the middle of the bed and crooking her finger at him.

They fell together like a couple of feral beings, their lips and tongues entangled in a frantic, breathless kiss, tumbling back against the mound of jewel-toned pillows. He felt her hands tunneling beneath the hem of his sweater and caressing his bare chest, her nails digging into the skin of his back. At her huskily whispered instructions he pulled the cashmere garment off over his head, then groaned as her tongue darted out to lick each of his flat brown nipples. With her help he shucked the rest of his clothing until he was laying prone on the bed stark naked, and she was straddling his thighs, still fully dressed.

“Ah, fuck!” he shouted, as her soft little hand closed over his proudly erect cock, the thick head pulsing with the overwhelming need to ejaculate. She used her thumb to rub the drops of pre-cum that had formed into his burning hot skin.

“You’re a lot of man, Finn,” purred Delilah, licking her lips as if in anticipation of how he’d taste. “I guessed you would be, knew you’d be this well hung. So you’re going to need to let me be on top this first time.”

“Huh?” he mumbled incoherently. The feel of her hand smoothly pumping his penis with those long, steady strokes was driving him close to the breaking point. And if he’d still been able to do more than grunt and groan right now, he would have happily agreed to anything and everything she asked for.

She laughed softly, bending her head until her long hair fell like a silky curtain on either side of his thighs. She pressed a kiss to his navel before running that wicked little tongue up and down the length of his dick, then gave him a playful little love bite on the hip.

“Jesus,” he hissed, his hips arching up off the mattress. “Babe, don’t. Not that everything you’re doing doesn’t feel fucking amazing, but I want you way too much right now. You want to play later, I have all sorts of fun games we can play. Right now I need to come so bad I can’t think about anything else. So, yeah, you want to be on top, or the bottom, sideways, hanging upside down from the ceiling, I’m good with any of that. Just, please, I’m begging you, Delilah - get naked and fuck me. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she teased, lifting herself up off of his body, “I guess it would be really cruel to keep you waiting any longer. Especially considering how hard you are right now.”

In one smooth, unhurried movement she pulled the satiny green camisole over her head, and Finn made a low, animalistic sound deep in his throat at the first sight of her really spectacular breasts. They were barely contained by a bra of mint green silk and cream lace, the full, round globes almost spilling out of the shallow cups. She reached behind her and deftly unhooked the sexy bra, letting those jaw dropping tits spring free.  

He took both breasts between his palms, eagerly squeezing her soft flesh before brushing his thumbs over the tight pink nipples. Somehow she wriggled out of the close fitting black skirt while still straddling him, until she was wearing just a teeny tiny thong of mint green and those sexy as fuck ankle boots.

Finn tugged impatiently at her miniscule underwear. “Get this off now or I’ll rip it in two. But leave those boots on. All I’ve been able to think about tonight is fucking your brains out while you’re wearing them. And - shit. We’re gonna need a condom.”

“You’re damned right we are,” replied Delilah bluntly. “I’m on the pill but I still insist my partners use protection. Here. Let me.”

She reached across his body to open a nightstand drawer and extract a packet. With precise dexterity she rolled the condom over his aching, throbbing dick, and then tossed her tiny thong carelessly to one side.

“You’ll need to go easy at first, okay?” she murmured, rubbing the ultra sensitive tip of his cock against her wetness. “You’re a big guy like I mentioned and, well, sometimes it isn’t easy for someone my size to, uh, accommodate someone of your size all at once. That’s why I wanted to be on top this first time - so I can control how deep you go, make sure I can handle it.”

That thought had never occurred to Finn until now - that a woman as petite and dainty as Delilah might have issues with deep penetration, especially as hard as he liked to fuck. He stroked the side of her hip gently, soothingly.

“Go as easy as you need to, babe,” he assured her. “Just don’t expect this to take very long the first time. You’re - so damned hot, Delilah, so fucking sexy. I think I could come just from looking at this body of yours for a couple of more minutes. You ready for me, though? I don’t want to hurt you, so take it as slow as you need to. Even if it kills me in the process.”

She laughed a bit wickedly then took hold of his hand, guiding it between her thighs. “What do you think, lover? Does this feel like I’m ready to take this big cock of yours?”

He didn’t need the slightest bit of encouragement to slide his index and middle fingers inside the tight, wet opening to her body, though the feel of all that damp heat clenching around him was more than he could take right now.

He rubbed his thumb over the tiny nub of her clit, the gasp of pleasure she made nearly his undoing. “Hot and tight and so damned wet,” he growled. “Yeah, I’d say you’re way more than ready for me, babe. And I’ve been ready for you since the first time I saw you.” He grasped her by the hips, lifting her off of his body a few inches. “So, I’m really, really begging you here, Delilah. Before I go blind or my balls turn blue or some other horrible thing happens to me from being this horny, can you please just fuck me now?”

Delilah giggled, but her dark eyes were positively smoldering as she took hold of his penis and began to very slowly, very carefully, lower herself onto him. Finn clenched his teeth at the exquisite, almost painful sensations that racked his entire body - from head to toe and every tiny nerve ending in between - as she sheathed him inside of that tight little pussy.

“Ah, God,” she exhaled, closing her eyes when she was fully impaled on his cock. She was bracing herself, her hands gripping his thighs, her head thrown back. “I - I need a second here. You’re so - I feel - a little - overwhelmed.”

“Easy, babe,” he soothed, his hands caressing the soft curves of her ass. “Goddamn, you feel good, Delilah. Hot and wet and tight as a fist. All you need to do is squeeze this tight little pussy around me a few times and you’ll make me come. I could die a very, very happy man right now, just like this.”

She expelled a little whimper as he rubbed her clit again, then tweaked both of her nipples at once. “Finn,” she sighed. “Mmm, that’s so good. Here, let me.”

She began to rock back and forth against his cock, her movements slow and gentle at first, then gradually increasing in tempo. Her palms flattened against his chest, and she used that leverage to ride him harder and faster, their hips thrusting against each other in perfect synchronization. Finn’s breathing grew choppy, and he felt beads of sweat begin to trickle from his forehead down his cheeks. He had no idea how he’d managed to hold back his climax this long, given how painfully aroused he’d been for most of the evening. But it felt so damned good to be buried inside of her sweet, tight body that he was reluctant to ever have this feeling end. It was only his greed for her, his enjoyment of the hedonistic pleasure he felt as he continued to rut inside of her, that held his orgasm at bay.

That last little bit of self-control, however, was smashed to bits a few seconds later when he felt the inner walls of her vagina begin to spasm around his cock. Finn glanced up at her, his breath catching in his throat at how magnificent she looked at this moment - her cheeks and breasts flushed the deep pink of arousal, her eyes heavy-lidded with passion, her lush mouth parted as she panted unevenly. Surprisingly, given all of his sexual experiences over the years, it had been rare for him to observe a woman in the throes of orgasm this way - usually because he preferred to be on top or behind, but also because it hadn’t been all that often when one of his lovers was able to climax vaginally. Finn prided himself on always giving his partners pleasure, but the vast majority of the time he needed to use his hands or mouth or even a vibrator to get her to climax. Delilah evidently had no such need for extra stimulation, given the tremors rippling through her right now.

Watching her come so beautifully and thoroughly broke the last tiny bit of control he’d been able to manage, his body jerking and bucking uncontrollably as he came - harder and longer and far more satisfyingly than he ever had before. Delilah collapsed onto his chest weakly, her breasts crushed against him, but he was way too spent to even stroke her back.

But as they lay there together afterwards for untold minutes, their limbs entwined and both of their bodies covered in a fine mist of sweat, the one coherent thought Finn could muster was that this was the only woman he’d ever felt such an overwhelming need to not just possess, but to hold onto for a good long time.