Chapter 68 Control

Chapter 68 Control
Lilah

I was breathing heavily as I passed through the doorway, trying not to breathe in his incredibly attractive scent. His arm shot out, encircling my middle and stopping me dead in my tracks. It left me in a whoosh.

"Delilah," he growled. My pulse raced, so I inhaled deeply a few times before looking up at him. A ticking muscle in his jaw gave him a smouldering look. For a considerable amount of time, neither he nor I moved. I shouldve pulled away, but I resisted the urge to melt into him. But I was unable to. I found myself drawn to him.

Then he struck. He turned my body toward him as his hand tightened around my hip. He pressed me up against the doorway, his lips crashing down on mine, the trim sending splinters down my spine. One hand slid into my hair, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck, trapping me in place with his hard body. Against my stomach, he grew long and hard, and I groaned into his kiss.

Abruptly, he pivoted me once more and pushed me back into the chamber, closing the door in our wake. I did not ask why the abrupt shift occurred because I was so engrossed in him. I just wanted to feel him. Next to me, on top of me, inside me. I wanted it all.

His warm skin brushed against mine as his hands skimmed beneath my shirt, lifting it. Before removing my bra, he yanked it over my head and threw it to the ground. His lips grazed my collarbone and then closed over my nipple as his head lowered. I let out a cry and threw my head back, feeling his soft tugs send a shockwave of arousal pulsing between my legs. It was a welcome but unsettling sensation.

With some rough tugging, he managed to get his hands past my thighs and butt by shimmying my hips. He reached into the back of my underwear, cupped my ass cheeks, gave me a quick squeeze, and then pushed the plush cotton down my legs.

With an encouragement to get back on the bed, he climbed over me and straddled my hips, his fingers going to the buttons on his dress shirt. He undid them with skill, his melting eyes never leaving mine. His hands fell to his pants after he wrenched the shirt off. My mouth watered when his erection sprang free. I gripped him in my hand and pumped a few times before he fell over onto his back so he could kick off his pants. With my hands braced on the mattress on each side of his hips and my knees bracketing his calves, I leaped over him and sprang into action.

"Delilah." His words disappeared, and when my tongue slipped out to lick the crown, all that remained was a sharp hiss of air through his teeth. My mouth slid down his length, sealing my lips over his shining head. Pulling back, sucking as I went, a string of low curses came out of his lips. His salty flavor hit the back of my tongue, and a moan rumbled up my throat. He groaned at the sensation, his hips flexing forward.

I worked him over, using my hand to stroke him as I bobbed and licked and sucked. My name fell from his lips in reverence, the sound heady and pleading all at once.

His lips found mine as he suddenly tightened his grip on my upper arms and pulled me up his body. He captured my mouth in a punishing kiss before pulling back. “I need to taste you. I need to feel that sweet pussy tightening around me. I want you to sit on my face then ride my cock.” I whimpered at the salacious command as my core grew hot and slick. I was completely at his mercy.

He urged me forward until I was straddling his face. His tongue darted out to swipe at my sensitive flesh, and my thighs clamped down on his head. “Sorry,” I squeaked as a dark chuckle fell from his lips.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructed as his hands curled around my thighs, pinning them open. I did as he instructed, and he dove right in, devouring me like I was a gourmet meal.

My hips began to move of their own accord, his tongue circling and flicking my clit until my legs were shaking. I was squirming in his presence, gleefully consuming the pleasure he provided. And when I came, I came hard, crying out his name like a plea and an exaltation.

He maneuvered my limp and sated body so I sat astride his hips. A wicked smile tugged at his lips, and a blush crept over my cheeks when I noticed the way they glistened. That was from me.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said.

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” I replied with a sheepish grin.

“I think we both enjoyed ourselves.” He flexed his hips, driving his point home as his rock-hard length pressed against my sensitive flesh. Reaching for the nightstand, he pulled the top drawer open and fished around inside for a condom.

We’d never had the birth control/protection talk, but he was always careful. I did not want to take the chance of becoming pregnant because I had the implant in my arm, but it was almost time for a replacement. I didn’t even want to think about the kind of turmoil that would cause.

Those thoughts evaporated when I took in the heat in his gaze. His eyes never left mine as he gripped my hips and guided me onto his erection. We both groaned as I took him all the way to the hilt. I felt so full and stretched to the max, but it was the best kind of sensation. With his hands clamped around my waist, he guided my movements as I rocked back and forth.

“You’re in control now,” he crooned, easing his grip and letting me take over. I loved the power he gave me, letting me control every aspect of our joining. There were moments when I really needed it.

“Ride me as fast or as slow as you want, but don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

His words spurred me on, and I moved faster. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his legs and giving him a full view of the action.

"Fuck," he moaned, running his hand down my abdomen and using his thumb to locate my clit. I jumped at the thought of his earlier kindness tickling my tender spot. He stroked it as I rode him, my head falling back as another climax built. It crashed over me, stealing my breath as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. My orgasm ignited his, and he followed me over the edge. I collapsed against his chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.