One Last Time (Loveless Brothers 5)

I add another finger and move them against the front wall of her channel, in time my thumb on her clit. She moans again, her head to the side, fist still around my cock. I push deeper, burying my fingers in her up to my knuckle and I know I’ve got the right spot when her back arches so hard her whole body comes off the bed.

I stop before she comes, take my fingers out of her. Move over her and give her a long, deep kiss as she strokes me one more time and then guides me to her entrance.

“I love you,” I murmur.

“I love you too,” she says, eyes wide, her other hand stroking my cheek.

Then, suddenly, her eyes light up and she grins. Delilah twists under me and before I know it I’m on my back.

I let out a surprised “Oh,” and then she’s holding me down, throwing her leg over me, straddling my hips, cock crushed between us.

She’s laughing, pressing her body against mine. She grabs my wrists and holds them over my head as I push back against her in a token struggle.

“Good noise,” she says. Kisses me, biting my lip. Rolls her hips against my cock until I groan into her mouth and she laces our fingers together, pushes me back harder.

“Ride my cock and I’ll make more,” I tell her.

“For such a nice mouth, it sure is dirty,” she teases, and she lets my hands go. Pushes herself upright, and I grab her thighs by the garters, push them apart, squeeze until my fingers sink in.

“Dirty?” I ask, grinning. Squeezing, pushing as she reaches behind her and grabs me again. “Dirty is telling you that I want you to ride my big fat cock with your wet pussy until you come so hard your eyes rolls and your legs shake.”

She lifts on her knees, one hand on my chest, her whole glorious body stretched above me. I grab the base of my cock, hold it steady, and she sinks onto it.

This is when she yields to me. Her body yields, slowly, her tightness inviting, enveloping. She yields skin-to-skin with nothing between us, her eyes sliding shut, a sigh escaping her lips as she gives herself over to me.

And this is how I know she’s enough because this is what I crave, what I dream about at night: Delilah soft and vulnerable like this, stripped down to her core. Delilah with her freckles and her inked skin and her untameable hair. Delilah who burns so bright it blinds me sometimes.

I bottom out in her and she groans. Leans forward, both hands anchored on my chest, pushes her hips back. My fingers are digging into her thighs so hard she might have bruises later, but I don’t think either of us minds.

“Tell me how much you like this,” I growl.

She clenches around me, and I groan.

“I love this,” Delilah says. Hands on my chest. Hips move again, roll, flex. Fuck.

I pull her down again, hard, and she makes a noise.

“I love your cock inside me,” she says, breathing hard. “I love your dirty mouth. I love how good you feel and I love how hard you are to resist, and —"

She rocks back again, gasps.

“And I love you,” she finishes.

“I love you too,” I whisper, and she smiles at me.

“Good,” she murmurs.

She finds a rhythm, her hands on my chest. It’s slow and it’s deep and it makes her say my name as she rises, falls, grinds her hips into me and clenches her hands on my chest. I’ll have half-moon marks there tomorrow but right it feels too good to do anything about it, the pricks of pain blending with the whole-body pleasure of her, bringing everything into sharp relief.

I love this about her, too: her honesty when we fuck, the way she lets me give her what she needs. The way she’s never been coy about how good it feels or how much she likes it.

The way she breathes, I’m gonna come when she gets close. She leans into me, slides down my cock, moans with her head thrown back. I pull her hips down as far as I can and she grinds herself against me and she moans make me come Seth, makes me come, make me —

The words stop when she clenches around me, become nothing but sound. She rocks against me and I pull her down, onto me, going as deep as I can until she jerks with every stroke and she kisses me fiercely.

“Fuck, that felt good,” she says, our lips still touching.

“Sure looked like it,” I tease her, and she laughs softly, dipping her head next to mine.

I hold onto her hips and slide into her again. She groans into my ear.

“Still feels good,” she says. I do it again and she gasps. Bites my ear. I fuck her harder and this time she grunts and then she pushes back, sits up.