Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
That was okay, too.
Delaney showed him why without saying it by tipping her head up to watch his face while her hands went down. Not under the stretchy waistband of his sleep pants, though. Her fingers curled around the band first, and she asked the man who suddenly couldn’t look away from her, “Can I make you feel good?”
Lucas swallowed hard, saying only, “We both know you will, please fucking do.”
His lips captured her smile when she tried to reach up for a kiss, but couldn’t quite reach. He did the hard work for her in that regard. Delaney did the rest by getting her hands inside his sleep pants, and shivered when she found the silken flesh that wrapped his hard erection hot and sensitive to her touch. Both her hands circled his shaft, one on top of the other, but she still had at least three inches of him to stroke, eliciting the sweetest hiss from Lucas that whooshed along Delaney’s forehead.
“Kiss me again,” she said, pouting.
She stroked him tight with both hands, from root to tip, and demanded, “Kiss me and show me how you want to come, Lucas.”
“Fuck, woman.”
Why did that sound like a warning?
Why did she like it?
Delaney pushed him a little harder, lust swimming in her veins and pooling low between her thighs where she felt a pulse in her clit with every beat of her heart. “You can even use me—would you do it?”
She’d let him.
She’d do anything for him, right then.
His gaze blew with, and the darkest pools of desire landed on her in the bed a second before his mouth slammed down on hers. He devoured her with firm sweeps of his lips coaxing hers apart until their tongues tangled. She tried to keep the tight strokes going along his shaft, but he made that hard for a brief second when he pushed Delaney to her back and climbed on top of her. The change in positions came so abruptly that Delaney felt swallowed by Lucas when he suddenly loomed over her in the bed.
But in the best way.
The quilt fell down around their bodies as he fit between her widened thighs. His hips pumped his cock into her tight grip while his weight pressed Delaney into the bed as he leaned in for another kiss that left her breathless, and her lips tingling. His hands, so much larger and rougher than hers, slid under her shirt, bunching the fabric higher until he had her small breasts firm in his grasp as he worked for his pleasure.
That got Delaney off.
She didn’t like to be treated as glass.
Every rock of his body into hers drove her a little crazy, and a bit closer, to the heaven of her own, but it wasn’t quite enough to get her all the way there. She didn’t mind, more enraptured with the way his lips trembled along her jaw with husky words that coaxed her into a pleased desire that she was doing it for him.
“Oh, my good girl,” he told her, “fuck, Delaney, let me do it just like that, huh?”
Could he feel how shameful wet she already was beneath the thin cotton of her boy shorts as she fruitlessly tried to find some relief rubbing into him? She could feel every thread of the damp fabric tugging and pressing with the shifts of her hips. It just wasn’t enough.
Yet.
She kissed the underside of his chin. “Come. Won’t you come, Lucas?”
“Christ.”
His left hand found purchase on one of the posts of the combined twin headboards as the thrusts of his hips came faster and harder. She felt the pulse in his cock, how it started at the base and moved up, before warm semen spilled over Delaney’s fingers and dripped down to her stomach.
A sticky mess she didn’t mind.
His relief came with a low groan of her name.
So pleased.
It shone in his eyes that stared down, awed and blissed, at her.
Delaney’s teeth abused her bottom lip as she tried to subdue the satisfaction she managed to feel from his orgasm. She didn’t have to get off to feel those same ripples of pleasure. Serving him fed the same purpose.
It didn’t have to always be a give and take.
Oh, but when it was …
“Sweets,” he murmured, a praise she felt touch her all over.
“Better?” she asked him.
“Mmm, so good.”
He wasn’t flaccid in her hands. Still engorged and tender with every gentle sweep of her fingertips, in fact.
Lucas couldn’t be aware because she wouldn’t share it, but it brought Delaney some relief to know, at least for that morning, she took his mind away from his pain. She hoped he wouldn’t blame her for wanting to keep him in that protected bubble with her for a little while longer. His eyes were so much brighter when the sadness wasn’t holding his mind entirely hostage.