20. Delilah

Chapter 20

Delilah

S tomach pleasantly full from breakfast, Grey and I spend the next hour or so lounging about the sheets, stretching out like a lion and his lioness out in the hot, desert sun.

Time, thankfully, is on our side. Grey doesn't start work at the leisure centre until well into the afternoon and my day is gloriously, but still strangely, empty, except for my swimming lessons I'm supposed be attending this evening.

I've not made my mind up if I feel well enough to go just yet.

Not that I think Grey will mind either way. One of his hand's sits on my upper thigh, the flesh of his palm pushing up the lace hem of my silk shorts to make contact with my bare leg. The other holds up a familiar romance book, his thumb and pinkie finger splayed out to keep the pages from closing.

The morning news bulletin plays quietly in the background, but I can't seem to pull my thoughts away from him, hyper aware of the way we touch.

Enough with the doom scrolling on my social media, I lock my phone and purposefully stroke my fingers along Grey's forearm until he glances over at me.

My skin feels tight all over; a combination of Grey's proximity and the filthy words imprinted on the page I'm reading over his shoulder.

"I'm going to go take a shower… want to come with?"

Folding down the top right-hand corner of the page to keep his place, Grey follows me wordlessly into the bathroom. I can feel his stare on me while I turn on the warm water, stepping halfway into the tray to stick my hand beneath the spray and double check the temperature because it's known to be rather temperamental.

When Grey's hands land on my hips, fingertips slipping under the elasticated waistband of my sleep shorts, I lean back into his body, feeling the hard lines of his abdomen against my much softer curves.

"This feels right, doesn't it?" Grey whispers into the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "Tell me I'm not the only one who feels it."

I sigh, tipping my head back even further to rest on Grey's collarbone.

This man…

He makes me want to lay my soul open to him.

"You're not the only one, Grey," I admit my truth. "I feel it too."

Calloused fingers slid one thin strap of my top down my shoulder, lips press a sweet kiss to the skin there. Grey repeats the pattern on the other side until the silk material falls away, pooling at my waist, and he can cup my bare breasts.

His stubble grazes my neck, so in contract to the soft tickle of his hair against my temple.

I scrunch my nose up and squirm away when Grey smooths at a particularly ticklish spot under my ribs, but he holds me close, steady, with a loud laugh I want to bottle up.

He glides across the spot again while the bathroom begins to steam up, just to force a giggle out of me, only stopping when I peel his hands away.

Before they begin to wander.

"G-Grey," I stutter out when he strokes at my inner thighs. I'm so fucking sensitive there it's unbelievable, practically jelly in Grey's hands, and he knows it.

"Are you wet for me, gorgeous?"

I tip my hips backwards, grinding into the hard bulge pressing into the small of my back. "Find out for yourself."

Pulling my shorts to the side, Grey dips one finger and then another into the wet heat between my legs, dragging them, mind numbingly slowly, across my swollen walls.

One, two, three, four…

Purposefully ignoring my tingling clit, I audibly protest when Grey slips his fingers from me, holding them up to the golden sunlight streaming through my bathroom windows. My slickness coats him. We both watch as he pulls his fingers apart, two webbed strands of my desire glistening in the light.

My empty core clenches, watching Grey put those fingers into his mouth, all the way down to his knuckle. Once he's licked the taste of me off, he releases them with a pop I can hear over the sound of the running water, smearing the wetness from his fingers across the bottom of my lower back when he touches me again to yank my shorts away.

The damp shorts stick to my sodden core, landing in a messy pile on the bathroom floor.

"Get in the shower, Delilah."

Grey's words are punctuated with a slap to my arse, the clap of our flesh echoing, to get me moving.

I step into the shower, allowing the warm water to pour straight over my head, until my hair hangs in a heavy sheet, dripping, pin straight and a shade darker than normal.

My eyes close at the delicious heat, kissing every inch of my skin, except for the draft at my backside.

"Aren't you coming in?" I glance over my shoulder to find Grey skimming the tip of his hard cock. His flesh is an angry red from his blood flow, bobbing about in front of his tummy button. His balls hang heavy between his legs, the same pretty red colour I want to suck into my mouth and—

Grey nudges me off to the side, stepping into the shower tray and closing the glass doors behind him. He stands under the shower head, dragging his hands through his hair to push it back from his face.

My eyes travel the length of his body, taking in the sculpted shape of his bare arse. I get the urge to sink my teeth into his flesh, mark him there, mark him as mine.

Coming around Grey's front, I dance my fingertips over his abdomen, the V leading down to his groin, noticing the way his muscles tense at my teasing touch.

Water catches on the very tips of my lashes, clumping them together, but I stare up at Grey regardless, watching for his reaction.

He stares back at me, waiting for my next move, his lips parted, pupils blown wide and almost eating the entirety of his pretty coloured iris.

Without breaking eye contact, I bring the palm of my right hand up to my mouth, spit into my flesh and then slide my hand down Grey's cock.

"D-Delilah…" he stutters out, eyes squeezing shut instantly.

I drink up every movement of his – each twitch and groan, the roll of his eyes, the strain in his hands gripping my hips like I'm the only thing anchoring him – while I stroke him, slowly, paying special attention to his weeping tip.

The hot water beats down on both of us, creating a steamy cocoon I never want to leave, while Grey trembles so beautifully under my hand, the cords in his neck standing to attention with each moan leaving his lips.

Heart beating wildly in my chest at the thought of the power I hold, I swipe my thumb across the pulsing vein running along the underside of Grey's cock, my non-dominant hand trailing away from his abs to cup his balls.

"Gorgeous—" Grey tries to find his words again, but they're quickly replaced with a throaty groan. " Ah… "

I tease the velvet skin of his balls with the tips of my fingers, cupping and rolling, until I swear, I can feel Grey's heartbeat in the palm of my hand.

Rising onto my tiptoes, I steal a kiss, swallowing his panted breaths for my own.

Grey's lids crack open at the feel of my lips moving against his, the tiny biting kisses I'm placing along his sharp jawline, down his neck, the sensitive butterfly shaped birthmark hidden behind his ear.

He watches me for a second, peering down to where my hand is touching him, before bringing his line of sight back up to my face.

Reverently, he pushes my soaking wet, limp, strands of hair from my forehead, cupping my jaw to tip my head back and deepen our kiss.

My own eyelids slip closed; I feel safe, adored, wanted . Needed.

I'm falling into that feeling, wishing I could stay here forever, wondering if maybe it's possible I can, when Grey changes tact.

His eyes flash and I feel his balls tighten up against his body imperceptibly. He bites down on my lower lip, causing a sting of pain to zip through my spine, and I cry out.

I don't stop myself from admitting I rather like it.

Pulling my lip away until it juts out, Grey nibbles, swiping the tip of his tongue across the welt to soothe the pain.

My core pulses heavily, stomach drawing tight. Even my nipples begin to ache from lack of attention.

Without much thought, I rub my breasts up against Grey, hissing at the contact of slick, wet flesh meeting slick, wet flesh. But no sooner am I tipping my head back at the sensation, Grey is spinning me, pushing my chest and the side of my face up against the cold glass doors.

I yelp at the sudden cold, feeling Grey tilt my hips and widen my legs with ease.

The non-slip bubbles carved into the shower trap, dig into the soles of my feet, but I can't complain, not when Grey is sliding two fingers through my slit, testing how wet I am and then smiling into my shoulder blade with satisfactory praise.

"Always so fucking wet for me, Delilah."

I'm burning up from the inside out, my heart and my head turning into twin piles of mush.

One of Grey's hands flatten beside my head on the shower door, water droplets sliding between the webs of his fingers. With his other hand, I feel him notch himself at my entrance, his thumb pulling apart the left-hand side of my fleshy arse and swollen pussy lips to open me up wide to take him in.

"That's it…" he all but coos. "Breathe for me. You can take me; I know you can."

It's a bit more of a stretch than usual without any prep, and I squirm away from a particular stinging pinch, but Grey holds me steady, peeling his hand away from the glass door to grip the ball of my shoulder tightly.

"Holy fuck," I hear myself whimper once Grey fully seats himself, his pelvis kissing my arse. I'm near going mad with the need to get away and get closer. It's too much and not enough, all at the same time.

I don't have much warning before Grey is setting a relentless pace, still holding me in place with his hand on my shoulder, the other rolling my nipples, pinching them away from my body, strumming at my clit.

The glass rattles under our ministrations, the noise of the water hitting the tray drowned out by the sound of Grey and I's bodies moving together in tandem, our groans and moans.

I clench when he hits a stupidly sensitive spot inside of me, his cock pressing insistently against my spongy front wall until I'm sure my legs aren't going to be able to hold me up for much longer. I'm not far off coming, my whole body tingling with—

Behind me, Grey slows his pace and removes his thumb from my clit, ignoring the frustrated, choked sound I make. My fucking orgasm… I was almost right there!

"I want to see you work for it," Grey says simply, hips pumping at a slow pace as if he's moving through molasses.

When I go to protest again, clenching down around him on purpose, he pins my hands to the shower door just like he did the first time we had sex.

"You started this game," he reminds me, sounding entirely too smug for my liking. "Now, I wanna see you work for it, fuck back up into me, make that arse bounce. I wanna to see how much you want it. How much do you want my cum, Delilah?"

That particular question is whispered deep in my ear, punctuated with a nip to my lobe.

I can tell by his tone he's not messing around, and I want it. I want it so fucking bad I can't breathe; I can't think about anything else.

Without the use of my hands, I tentatively thrust my hips back, trying to recall any sex scenes I've read where something similar is happening.

But nothing comes to mind; surely there's something I've read but my mind is too cloudy with the need for ecstasy that I'm drawing a blank.

I'd once teased Grey with the need to read a few of my romance novels so he could learn a thing or two, but I think right now, I'm the one who should be willing to learn.

He's the teacher, after all, not me.

I bounce my hips back and forth, feeling him drag inside of me, but it's not fast enough, it's not hard enough. I can't touch my clit because my hands are still pinned and—

"That's it, Delilah. Keep going…" My skin prickles with heat, but I keep moving. I'm no longer sure if it's the effect of Grey's words or the warm water still raining down on us. "Good girl."

My muscles are going to be fucking sore in the morning, maybe even in a few hours' time, but I can't stop now.

Not when… not when…

Taking pity on my pathetic whine, Grey grips my ribcage tightly and shifts me up and down, up and down, up and down…

I'm sure he's going to leave bruises behind, but I don't care, because I'm his anyway, so what does it matter if he leaves behind a mark.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I cry when Grey reaches down to strum at my bud, contracting around him in waves.

My orgasm seems to last forever, Grey's still playing with my pulsing flesh to draw out the most of my pleasure while my limbs turn to jelly. Sagging boneless, Grey takes practically all of my weight. He bands an arm around my waist, situating me however he wants me, allowing our skin to slap together.

Breathless, I pant, mindlessly watching my breath steam up the glass and then dissipate, coming down from my high.

Grey pulses hotly inside of me, growing even harder and then with a pained groan he suddenly pinches my clit and fills me.

A second orgasm rips through me, more on the painful side than I was expecting because of how sensitive my pussy throbs. I squeal loudly, squeezing my legs together, keeping Grey inside of me while my walls ripple.

Gentle hands trail up and down my arms, a soft kiss is pressed to my wet temple and then Grey is slipping out of me, his spent running down my inner thigh.

He reaches for my soap sponge, pouring a healthy dollop of my rose scented shower gel and carefully rubbing over every inch of my skin, his touch extra light between my throbbing legs.

Once Grey's holds me under the warm spray to remove the soap suds, I silently return the favour, coating him in my scent.

We huddle together in fluffy towels to dry off; Grey wrapping his around his waist, and then securing mine around my shoulders, holding it closed at my chest and kissing the tip of my nose.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"What?" I giggle, high on endorphins. "Have sex with me in the shower?"

Grey pinches my hip for my cheekiness. "No, this." He kisses me again, capturing my lips this time, tangling our tongues together. "To be with you… for you to be mine."

"How long?" I breathe.

"Since you stepped into my infirmary room, soaking wet and shivering." He brushes our lips together once more. "Wanted to wrap your towel around your shoulders, like this, and kiss you."

"Well, I think it's best we make up for lost time then, don't you think?"