The feel of her palms on my skin spurred me on. We wasted no time, our clothes coming off in a tangle as we made our way to the bed between stumbling kisses and even a giggle from Delilah when she lost her balance as she tried to kick one of her boots off. I thanked the stars the lodge had recently added a small store that sold travel items. I tossed a condom on the bed from the small box I’d purchased earlier.
I was down to my briefs when I looked up and saw her sifting her fingers through her messy hair. The sight of her struck me hard, right at my core.
Delilah was breathtaking. With her glossy, almost black hair that she didn’t even bother to style, her rich green eyes, and her bold features, high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and dark brows that arched slightly. She exuded strength with only her full lips softening the clean angles of her face. When she was younger, she had a softer look to her, yet she was even more beautiful now. To me.
I’d never seen her bare naked, and she wasn’t quite there now, but I’d seen her in a bikini almost every day for those two weeks of camp. Still, my memory had been veiled and gauzy with time washing away its crispness. She’d filled out more, her breasts generous and her hips flaring out. She had a soft curve to her belly, and I wanted to kiss it. Her legs were long and muscular. Her eyes met mine when they traveled back to her face.
She had one hand curled over the edge of her panties, and I shook my head. “Not yet,” I said. “Come here.”
She didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between us and stopping in front of me where I stood at the foot of the bed. My arousal filled my boxer briefs, making them tight. I knew it was obvious, and I didn’t give a damn.
“So, tell me—honestly, this time—did you ever wonder?” I asked.
Delilah’s eyes searched my face. Her teeth sank into the corner of her bottom lip, denting it and making me want to dive back into the warm sweetness of her mouth.
She nodded slowly. “Of course, I did. Just so you know, if you ever sent me a letter, my parents got evicted from our apartment while I was at camp, so I never got any mail from there.”
I filed that tidbit away in the parking lot of my mind to ask her about later. I had only a sketch of her life but sensed it hadn’t been easy. “I did send you a letter, and I wondered why you never wrote back.”
Her shoulders rose with a breath, falling slowly as she let it out. “They lost my luggage on the way back, so I didn’t have your address either. I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
I recalled asking for her phone number so we could text, but she didn’t own a phone. I was starting to grasp just how little she might have had.
“It’s okay,” I said, stepping closer. “I’ve decided it was meant to happen this way.”
She took another step, closing the last bit of distance between us, her nipples teasing me through the black lace of her bra as they brushed against me when she leaned up and slid her hand around the back of my neck. I needed no convincing. My mouth was on hers in a hot second, devouring her. I wanted to feel all of her all at once, but it wasn’t quite possible. I made do with sliding my hand down her back to cup her lush bottom, savoring her low moan when I gave it a little squeeze. When I nudged my knee between her thighs, a wash of satisfaction rolled through me when I felt the damp silk against my leg.
Blazing a trail of kisses down her neck and savoring the salty tang of her skin, I murmured against her as I teased my fingers between her thighs. “You’re soaked, Delilah. Is that all for me?”
She gasped when I nipped lightly at her skin just below the base of her throat. I teased my fingers over the wet silk, pressing lightly over her clit, swollen enough to be obvious even through her panties.
“What do you think?” she teased in return.
I chuckled, feeling goose bumps rise on her skin under my lips as I made my way down between her breasts. “I vote yes,” I said right before I sucked one of her tight nipples into my mouth. She cried out, spearing her fingers in my hair as I swirled my tongue around it before turning my attention to her other breast.
Seeing as I hadn’t expected to see Delilah ever again, all my fantasies about her were blurry. Having her here in my arms—a living, breathing flame with her skin dewy and every sound she made driving me wild—I lost all ability to orchestrate this.
I needed her bare naked and tangled up with me. Only then might I be able to shackle the lust driving me with a force that couldn’t be denied.
Lifting my head, I flicked the clasp between her breasts, almost groaning aloud when her breasts tumbled free, her nipples rosy and damp from my attentions. She gave her shoulders a little shimmy, and the bra fell to the floor beside us.
Lifting her, I set her hips on the bed, then leaned my hands on either side, my face no more than an inch away from hers. “Now’s your chance,” I said, my voice husky with need.
“My chance for what?”
I didn’t miss the subtle shift of her thighs and imagined her folds sliding back and forth because she was so fucking wet.
“To tell me you don’t want this.”
Her thighs shifted again, her eyes holding mine as she shook her head.
“Is that a ‘no, you don’t want this,’ or ‘no, you don’t want to take that chance’?”
She lifted a hand, tracing her fingertip over my lips. “Back to your earlier question, I’m soaked for you.”
Fuck me. I didn’t think it was possible to have the upper hand with Delilah, not when I was all but a slave to my need for her, but I didn’t care.
I gave her a fierce kiss before pressing her thighs apart and coming down on my knees in front of her. The silk of her panties was drenched when I trailed my fingers over it. Watching her face, I savored the sight of her biting her lip when a little whimper escaped as I hooked my finger in the edge of the silk and pushed it out of the way. Her pussy was pink, wet, and glistening.
I didn’t wait, leaning forward and licking her folds as she cried out sharply, one hand fisting the comforter and the other clinging to my hair. I sank one finger and then another into her slick channel as I tasted her very essence. She was so responsive, gasping loudly and murmuring my name raggedly as her channel clenched around my fingers.
In a matter of seconds, I could feel her racing to the edge as the tremors increased in intensity. I swirled my tongue around her clit and sucked it lightly. Her entire body went taut. “Alex!” she cried, yanking my hair hard enough it stung a little. I couldn’t have cared less. I welcomed the pain.
Lifting my head, I let myself soak in the sight of her. Her skin was dewy, and her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath. Her eyes finally opened, her gaze dark and hazy.
“I need you inside me,” she said flatly.
Now, that was a program I could get with. Rising, I shoved my briefs down and reached for the condom I’d tossed on the bed while she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them free from her ankles. I rolled the condom on before lowering a knee to the bed.
She shifted back as I rose over her. “Hold on,” I murmured, trying to ease my weight down carefully.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she gasped roughly.
I couldn’t hold back the huff of laughter that escaped. “Don’t worry, we’re not stopping. I just want the best way to see you come on my cock.”