“Perfect,” she said again, massaging Claire’s tits as she kissed her, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Delilah’s fingers stayed busy on her nipples, squeezing and sweeping until Claire was literally panting into her mouth, her underwear so wet she could feel the dampness on her thighs. She pulled away, plucking at Delilah’s black T-shirt. She needed skin on skin, sweat and fingertips and tongues.
“Off,” she said. “Now.”
Delilah grinned up at her, then leaned back far enough for Claire to pull her shirt over her head.
Claire groaned out loud at the sheer yellow bralette covering Delilah’s smaller, but just as perfect, breasts. Her nipples showed through, dark pink peaks already hard and waiting for Claire’s mouth and hands. Her tattoos were gorgeous, art unfurling over her skin, including a delicate but heavily thorned rose on her sternum.
Claire reached out, touching the thorns, the petals, causing Delilah to shiver.
Suddenly, being shirtless wasn’t enough. As much fun as sex on the kitchen counter sounded, she wanted space to move, to feel Delilah’s thighs around hers, the curve of her ass, and how wet she was between her legs.
Oh god, they were actually doing this.
“You want to move to the bedroom?” Claire asked.
“Hell yes.”
Delilah backed up so Claire could hop down, but then yanked her flush against her hips, kissing her hard as she started moving them toward the hallway. Claire walked backward, her bare breasts rubbing against Delilah’s bra and creating a delicious friction.
“I don’t know where I’m going,” Delilah said against her mouth as she entered the hallway.
Claire laughed and turned them around so she could lead, but didn’t let go of Delilah. She couldn’t. If she did, she might wake up, or Delilah might change her mind, or hell, she might change her mind, and all she wanted right now was to not think about anything except getting this woman on her back.
Claire directed them into her room, then kept moving until Delilah’s legs hit the bed, causing her to fall back onto the mattress, laughing.
Which was exactly how Claire wanted her.
She climbed on top of her, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her thighs. Delilah had on a pair of hot pink lace cheekies, because of course she did. Claire’s mouth literally watered as she ripped Delilah’s pants off her feet and then glided her hands over Delilah’s firm stomach, thumbs brushing over the top of her underwear. She started to pull those down too when Delilah sat up and flipped Claire onto her back.
“Oh no. Your turn to lose these pants,” Delilah said, unzipping and sliding just as Claire had done, revealing her plain white cotton undies, her dimpled thighs, and her stretch marks.
A wave of self-consciousness flooded over her. She’d always been full-figured, and she’d been happy to be so, confident even, but the first time in bed with someone new always sent a brief wave of shyness through her. She went to cover her stomach with her hands, but Delilah caught her arms, moving them until they were settled above Claire’s head. Then she sat back, knees on either side of Claire’s legs, and looked her up and down. Claire felt her face burn, but her pulse throbbed between her thighs at the look in Delilah’s eyes, like Claire was dessert and Delilah was still very hungry.
Delilah shifted, sliding up her body to kiss her. “Do you know how sexy you are?” she asked into Claire’s mouth.
Claire let out a little laugh. “Um . . . well . . .”
Delilah’s tongue blazed a hot path to her neck. “Very. Very fucking sexy.”
Claire feathered her hands down Delilah’s back, then pulled her bralette over her head. Both women released a soft moan as their breasts touched.
“Just so you know,” Claire said. “I . . . I haven’t done this in a while.”
Delilah lifted her face from where she’d been nipping at Claire’s collarbone with her teeth. “This?”
“Sex.”
Delilah just smiled, then slid one leg between Claire’s, pressing her thigh into Claire’s center.
“Oh . . . my god,” Claire said, gripping a fistful of her duvet cover as a bolt of pleasure shot up her spine. She could feel Delilah’s arousal on her own leg, wet and warm even through her underwear.
“I think we’ll be just fine,” Delilah said, undulating her hips again, causing friction right where they both needed it. “Fuck,” she said into Claire’s neck. “I need to taste you. Tell me I can.”
The rumble of Delilah’s voice went straight between Claire’s legs, and the idea of that hot mouth closing around her clit—
“God, yes,” Claire said, body rolling upward, seeking more pressure.
Delilah pressed a kiss to her throat, then started a slow, tortuous journey down her body. Tongue, lips, teeth, pausing to explore one nipple, then the other, before continuing a wet glide down her stomach. Claire watched those dark curls descend, feeling every scrape of Delilah’s nails as her fingers hooked through the top of her underwear and tugged the cotton down her thighs and off her feet. Claire’s legs fell open, her hips rising to meet Delilah as the other woman settled between them.
“Goddamn,” Delilah whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of Claire’s thigh. “You’re gorgeous.” The other thigh, another kiss. “And very wet.”
Claire released a shaky laugh. Fuck yes, she was wet. Her clit throbbed, desperate for contact, but Delilah seemed to be in no hurry, brushing her mouth gently against Claire’s center, tongue darting out for a taste everywhere except where Claire needed it. When Delilah licked a slow path from her entrance to her clit, then blew a puff of warm air over her and—holy hell—hummed against her skin, Claire nearly lost it.
“God, Delilah. Please.”
Delilah grinned up at her. “Please what?”
Claire groaned in frustration, hips reaching for the ceiling.
“Tell me what you want,” Delilah said, her mouth so close, that warm breath sliding over Claire’s skin again.
“Fuck me,” Claire said, fingers tightening through Delilah’s hair. “Please, fuck me with your mouth.”
It turned out, Delilah was excellent at taking directions. She hooked her arms around Claire’s thighs, pulling her closer. Then her mouth got to work, doing exactly what Claire had begged her for. She kissed and licked, her tongue slipping into Claire like silk. A low keening sound ripped from Claire’s throat, a sound she didn’t think she’d ever made before, but fuck, she didn’t care, because Delilah’s fingers replaced her tongue, curling inside Claire and pressing against her wall. Delilah’s mouth closed around her clit and sucked, then licked, then sucked again. Claire’s thighs trembled, her hands pulled at Delilah’s hair in a way she hoped wasn’t too hard, but she couldn’t think, couldn’t worry, couldn’t do anything but gasp and moan as Delilah’s teeth and tongue and mouth lapped at her, fucked her just like she’d asked until she finally broke. Her legs tightened around Delilah’s head, nails digging into the other woman’s scalp as she yelled obscenities at the ceiling.