9. Grey

Chapter 9

Grey

I press my lips to Delilah's, my lids closing at the first plush touch. Her lips part on a moan, allowing me to coax the tip of my tongue with hers, and haul her onto my lap.

She tastes as sweet as I knew she would, with a hint of lime from her cocktail back at the speakeasy bar.

My hands flitter, unsure where they want to land; cupping Delilah's face, smoothing down her back, circling her waist, grabbing at her ribs, her tits, her hips, her thighs.

Delilah's hands graze at my jaw, before moving up into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and causing my hips to buck up.

I swallow down her gasp as I suck on her tongue, greedily bunching up the cool material of Delilah's dress, it slips through my fingers, until I can strum the bare tops of her thighs splayed out over my lap.

She's a responsive little thing, grinding and twisting, pulling away from my touch when it becomes too much, but then pressing back into my body, as if she can't get enough, not a second later.

When I feel the warm heat of her core settle over my hard cock, I break our lip lock, tipping my head back to rest on the back of the sofa, gulping down sweet oxygen in an attempt to clear my head.

"Delilah…" I groan, hands tightening around the ladder of her ribs, while her lips press gently to my jaw.

She nips at me, a sly smile imprinting itself on my skin, soothing the sting with her little tongue and then moving an inch down my neck.

With impressive speed, Delilah finds that sensitive spot behind my left ear. I hear my breathing stutter out of me, my stomach muscles tightening instinctively, my spine tingling.

My cock aches when Delilah giggles in my ear at my reaction, this breathy sound I want to bottle up and keep.

"Cute birthmark," she remarks into the base of my throat, nail lightly scratching the red butterfly-shaped blotch I was born with behind my ear.

I don't answer, instead bowing my head to catch another taste of Delilah's lips.

She's fucking addictive.

Her hands thread themselves through mine over her ribcage, maybe to move them up to her breasts, to show me how she likes to be touched…

My head spins, but then Delilah's peeling my hands off her curvy little body, slipping off my lap and sending me a smile.

"Bedroom?"

She phrases it as a question, but by the look on her face I can tell her mind is already made up.

With a silent nod I take her outstretched hand, unfolding my body from the sofa, and trailing behind Delilah as she leads me down the hallway and into her bedroom.

I'm barely in the doorway, and the scent of her is all over the place. It kicks my senses into overdrive.

I toe off my shoes, as Delilah's body collides with mine, her small hands desperately reaching for the nape of my neck and yanking me down to her face.

She bites at my lower lip, dainty fingers wiggling their way between us to undo my button-down, while I fill my palms with the thick flesh of her arse – fulfilling a desire I've had since the first time I got a glimpse at the apple rounded, fucking biteable, portion of Delilah's gorgeous body.

When my black shirt is being pushed from my shoulders, and I feel the skim of warm fingers against my bare lower stomach and happy trail, I shove my face into Delilah's neck, hiding the shiver wracking my body.

"Where the hell is the zipper on this dress?" I mutter into her soft skin, nipping at her exposed collarbone.

Delilah sighs, running her palm through my hair and then grabbing at the strands, keeping me there for a second until I've sucked a red mark into her otherwise unblemished, creamy flesh. "There is no zipper, Grey. It unties at my neck."

A groan escapes me, followed by the swish of satin fibres rubbing against other satin fibres once I find the bow at Delilah's neck and pull.

Her dress unwraps easily, leaving Delilah standing before me, bare from the waist up, like a present.

Best fucking present I've ever received.

I cup the heavy weight of Delilah's braless breasts, swiping the pad of my thumb over one hard nipple, while bending my head even further and taking her neglected nipple in between my front teeth.

"Grey!" She keens so sweetly, pressing her tits to my face until it's hard for me to breathe.

Not that I give a shit. I'd happily die in this spot, right here, right now.

Swiping my tongue along the underside of Delilah's breast, I smirk, a balloon of satisfaction forming in my stomach at the knowledge I'm the one doing this to her. I'm the one causing her to sigh and whine.

It's all for me.

Her entire presence is for my fucking pleasure.

It's driving me fucking crazy.

Not one to be outdone – I can't say I'm surprised, being competitive appears to be practically written into her entire DNA – Delilah unbuttons my trousers with a flick of her wrist, shoving her hand down my waistband and squeezing my cock through my underwear.

She giggles again – that fucking edible sound – at my response, the way I tip my hips into her hand, instinctively searching for more friction.

"These giggles of yours are so sweet, gorgeous," I manage to bite out, digging my toes into the fluffy carpet to push past the haze of ecstasy pulsating through me. "But you won't be giggling when I'm finished with you."

Delilah's giggle tails off into a whimper as my hand tightens over her breastbone, thumb and forefinger pinching at her rosy coloured bud.

"What will I be, then?" she wonders, snapping her hips into mine.

"Hoarse from screaming."

"You sound awfully cocky about that," Delilah retorts, but I can see how much she likes it. It's written all over her usually unreadable face.

"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Delilah rubs me over my briefs in answer, yanking down my trousers, until I step out of them. I watch the way her eyes dip down to the outline of my large cock, her throat bobbing as she swallows, eyes flashing up to mine when I lay a finger under her chin and force her to look back at my face.

My entire skin prickles with the force of her attention, my heart beating a million miles an hour, ramming against my ribcage as I steal another kiss.

"Take the rest of your dress off, Delilah. Let me see all of you."

She complies without another word, stepping back an inch to shimmy the material over her hips and down past her legs, until it pools on the carpet.

I rake my eyes over the short length of her; hair an artful, sexy mess from my hands, breasts heavy, nipples begging to be licked, a slightly rounded lower stomach I want to nibble at and a delightful little black lace thong covering her pussy.

Every coherent thought leaves my mind, spilling between my ears, as Delilah turns around, peering over her shoulder to make sure I'm watching the way her thong frames her arse. She widens her stance ever so slightly, wiggling, making her arse bounce and move in ripples. My jaw strains from how hard I'm clenching, imagining biting down, sinking my teeth in…

I want to feel her move like that against my cock, bounce herself back on my length, helpless and a mess, hands tied behind her back so she can't get friction on her clit.

I want to feel her dance against me like that, somewhere in public I can grab her hips, and whisper in her ear every single filthy thing I'm going to do to her, while the string of tension between us reaches breaking point.

I want—

My mind chooses this exact moment to remind me this is going to be a one-time thing. We both agreed.

The thought stings, I'm not going to lie, but I can either focus on the sting, feeling it turn into a lethal burn, or I can enjoy this moment, right now; catalogue it into my brain so I can remember it forever.

The choice isn't a hard one.

I reach out to grab at the lace waistband of Delilah's thong, but she moves out of my way, shaking her head ‘no', slowly.

"Not yet, Grey."

Fuck me…

Still watching me over her shoulder, she walks forward, planting her hands onto the edge of her bed and then lifts one knee onto the mattress at a time.

In her all-fours position, I can see all of her, the material of her underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. It clings to the outline of her pussy, and just as I think she can't possibly get any hotter than this, Delilah reaches between herself, pointer and middle finger spread, pointing towards me, leaving what I can only imagine to be her clit nestled in between the webbed flesh of her hand.

My control snaps when Delilah grinds down on herself, eliciting a soft moan, legs spreading just a touch wider.

She'll have to be spreading herself a lot wider than a touch to get me to fit between her thighs.

But, by God, am I going to make myself fucking fit.

I stalk forward, flipping Delilah over onto her back with ease. She squeals, head landing in the middle of her bed, nowhere near her perfectly curated triangle of throw cushions.

For a second, I simply look down at her, drinking her in.

She's fucking gorgeous. A knockout. And her smile… Christ.

That smile of hers is directed straight at me, eyes creasing at the corners, in a way that makes my chest ache strangely.

I return Delilah's giddy grin, stroking my fingers down the soft skin of her inner thighs, never going any higher than the edge of her underwear, watching her writhe impatiently.

Delilah's right-hand lands on her own breast, kneading the flesh, strumming at her nipple.

Leaning over, I make a grab for her wrist, stopping her movements in its tracks and tip my chin upwards.

"Lie your head on the pillow, gorgeous. Get yourself comfortable before we play."

Delilah's bedroom is silent, save for our breathing and the rustle of sheets as she follows my instructions.

Only when she's waiting for my next move, do I lay myself stomach down, on her bed, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs and pulling her legs apart.

"You gonna let me make you feel good?" I ask, thumbs tickling behind Delilah's knees.

She nods slowly.

"I need your words, Delilah."

"Yes, Grey," she whispers, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"That's right, gorgeous. You're going to let me eat you out, and you're gonna watch me while I make you come all over my tongue, yeah?"

Delilah's head nods against her pillow and then shakes. "Grey, you don't have to… we can just fu—"

I tilt my head to the side, questioning, "You don't want me to taste you?"

"I do, but—"

"You don't want me to make you feel good?"

"No, Grey, I do, but—"

I shake my own head. "But, nothing, Delilah. We've only got one night together, so you're going to let me do everything I want to do to you and once we're done, you're going to say thank you to me with a smile on your face. Got it?"

I don't know what snaps inside her, but Delilah spreads her legs further in invite. "Y-yeah."

"Good girl, gorgeous," I praise, curling my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and peeling them from her body, in reward.

Once she's bare, I pin Delilah's legs to the bed, glancing up at her to check her reaction – all good; chest heaving, pupils dilated, lips parted in anticipation – and then stare back down at her centre.

My mouth waters at the fucking sight of her. She's hairless except for a neat landing strip, and as I use my two thumbs to peel her apart, I find her pretty, pink, and puffy.

I flick my eyes back up to Delilah's, holding her stare, and then lower my head, licking a long stripe from her centre up to her hood.

"Grey… fuckkk—"

I smile into her flesh, pressing my middle finger at her entrance and wrapping my lips around Delilah's clit.

Delilah's body accepts my finger greedily, easily allowing me to slip my ring finger in beside my middle, contracting around me until I feel the wetness from her already sliding down to my knuckles.

Her body jolts from the bed as I crook both of my fingers, searching for that spongy spot inside her. When Delilah shivers, her back bowing, a broken moan spilling past her sweet lips, I know I've found the right spot.

Two hands descend into my hair, grasping at the short strands making my scalp prickle, keeping me there, against her body, her wet cunt, just as she'd done in the living room.

But Delilah's wrong if she thinks she's going to be able to keep up her steel whip of control in the bedroom. Not when I'm around, anyway.

I let up the pressure around her bud, using the tip of my tongue to circle and then swipe letters gently in both loops and hard lines.

G

R

E

Y

"Grey," she grits out, causing me to glance up at her and notice the pretty flush already decorating her body. It dances over her chest, rolling down towards her stomach.

A part of me is keenly interested in what else I can do to her to make that pretty blush flare up again. How much can I push her? How much will she let me?

I reach the fingers, not moving inside her, up the length of Delilah's body, latching onto her breast, kneading and plucking, the strokes of my tongue still light.

Delilah wraps her hands more firmly around my head, thumbs landing on my temples, her knees bending to allow for more space.

She's practically shoving my face where she wants me most. I can't say I mind, but still, Delilah's not giving up her control.

I'm not even sure she's aware she's doing it – trying to control me and my movements, that is.

In one quick move, I slip my fingers out from her, a string of desire connecting my two digits, grab Delilah's hands from around my head and restrain her wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath my own, much stronger, grip.

"I'm the one giving you your pleasure, Delilah… so, fucking let me."

Those doe eyes of hers gloss over again, just like they had back at the bar and in the taxi ride and in the sitting room. It's just finding out exactly which part of myself, my words, I'm offering to Delilah, that make her eyes gloss.

"Now, do you think you can come like this? Without fingers? Because, I don't think I can trust you not to move your hands again, can I?"

Delilah shakes her head no slowly, peering down at me.

"So, can you come? Because—"

"Uh-huh. I-I don't usually use my fingers anyway, they're too small and I can't reach anything and– Unghh fuck! "

I don't allow Delilah to finish her sentence, I've fucking heard enough already, the mental image of her lying back with her fingers stuffed inside herself, desperately trying to get off, tears of frustration dripping down her cheeks when she doesn't reach her climax, burning itself into my mind.

In reward, I suck her clit into my mouth, groaning into her pretty, pink flesh when Delilah whines above me, a mixture of my name and profanities.

My own stomach tightens at the sound, my cock aching. I grind my hips into the soft mattress for just a second, eyes rolling into the back of my head uncontrollably at the building friction.

"Grey, Grey, Grey," Delilah pants, legs jerking, her toes curling into my trapezius muscle.

She's so fucking close I can taste it.

I flatten my tongue over and over and over again, increasing my speed, until Delilah finally fucking breaks with a shout of my name.

Her orgasm splinters through her, hands scrabbling at my palms, and the sheets in an attempt to find anything to hold on to. I thread my fingers through hers as she twitches, lips parted, chest heaving.

I drop my tongue to her opening, catching the proof of her orgasm dripping from her, before moving down further to bite at Delilah's inner thighs, releasing my grip on her hands, while she comes down from her high.

"You okay, gorgeous?" I voice once she's stopped shaking, resting my chin on her lower stomach to look at her.

"Better than okay." Delilah smiles softly at me, lids heavy.

I can't resist giving her swollen little clit one last kiss, ignoring Delilah's squeal of protest and the way her legs try to shut, before I crawl up the bed, laying down beside her to take a kiss from her lips.

"I can't feel my legs," Delilah mutters against my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers until we're both sharing the taste of her orgasm.

A breathy, unexpected laugh bubbles out of me. "You're something else, you know that? Fucking dangerous for my ego, too."

Delilah hums rather than answers, tilting her pelvis up until I can feel her plump, wet flesh sit upon my upper thigh. My cock strains, staining the inside of my underwear with a wet spot of pre-cum.

"Condom?" I pant into the crook of her neck, gritting my teeth at the pure ecstasy rocketing through my veins and I'm not even fucking inside her yet.

"Top drawer."

Blindly, I reach to my left, ripping open the drawer to her nightstand, bypassing the familiar feel of silicone, until my fingertips graze the long foil strip.

Tearing myself from her embrace, I sit back on my haunches, a tangle of limbs as I push my briefs down my legs and rip open the latex condom wrapper.

I'm about to roll it down my hard length, but Delilah beats me to it, plucking the condom from my hands and then pumping my bare cock once, twice.

My head tips back onto my shoulders, eyes rolling back. " Uh … Delilah."

I feel her shift and then, whispered deep into my ear, "You're so fucking hot."

It takes all of my energy to peel open my eyes, but I'm so glad I do, glancing down to find Delilah watching herself stroke me, watching the long length of my cock pulse, the tip red with blood flow.

She bites her bottom lip and my God, I want her to look at me like that, every single fucking day.

"Delilah."

Her eyes flick back up to my face, pupils blown wide.

"Roll the condom on me, gorgeous girl."

Once I'm covered, I settle myself between Delilah's legs again, holding the base of my condom coated length steady and watching my tip glide through her hot folds and up to her clit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Delilah's stomach muscles jump visibly as I tease both of us, clenching my jaw when I dip back down to her entrance, sliding just the tip inside.

"Grey, please. "

My thumbs create divots in the creamy, soft skin of Delilah's thick thighs, the only thing keeping me grounded, while I push forward, Delilah's sweet plea echoing in my ears, and sink further into her wet heat.

I want to eat that first gasp of pleasure from Delilah's lips and steal it for my own.

My own groan slips past my lips, ecstasy zinging up my spine at the feel of Delilah's wet walls squeezing me.

When Delilah's pelvis kisses mine, my cock bottoming out inside of her, I throw her legs over the tops of my shoulders, practically bending her in half to catch her mouth. Her breasts smush against my chest, her heart pounds, beating against my flesh and I smooth back her hair while I pull my hips back and then snap forward again.

The grip of her walls around me…

Holy fuck.

My mind seems to whiten over, unable to focus on anything else except this moment.

Delilah moans and whimpers in my ear, gasps and high pitch whines escaping her while I press the pad of my thumb to her clit again, desperate to see her fall apart for a second time.

"Grey, Grey… " She wiggles her hands between us, pinching at her own nipples until they stand to attention, red and puffy. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god. "

I smirk, staring down at her below me, my necklace swaying between us in time with my thrusts, while her walls milk me.

She's feels like a fucking dream.

"You gonna come on my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Delilah stares up at me, wide eyed, fucking cock drunk. "Uh huh, yeah… "

And I'm barely hanging on.

"Maybe I'll make you lick it off. Make you—"

" Grey! "

She shatters at my words, contracting around me, burying her head in my neck while her toes curl against my back for the second time this evening. Her body shivers, overstimulated from the way I swipe my thumb over her clit, dragging out her pleasure, while still chasing mine.

Heat tingles at the base of my spine, my balls draw up, growing heavy and tight, and I tuck my face into the crook of Delilah's shoulder, moaning out her name as I fill the condom.

I grind into her sensitive core, wringing every last drop from my body, taking a second to close my eyes and rest against Delilah's collarbone.

When I'm sure I finally have full use of my legs back, I peck a kiss to her skin and roll away, heading to Delilah's bathroom to get rid of the condom.

I'm back within a couple of seconds, a washcloth I found on the side, dampened and in my hand, finding Delilah in the same position I left her in.

Her eyes track my every move; every footstep across the carpet, every gentle swipe of the washcloth between her thighs, each kiss I place to the top of her foot, her shin, her knee.

"Are you staying the night, Grey?" she voices, unexpectedly.

I reply without giving it much thought, "If you want me too."

Delilah doesn't reply, instead watching me place the cloth on her bedside table and then she peels back one corner of the covers beside her head.

"I sleep on the left, so you'll have to take the right."

I nod, crawling under the covers and hoping the giddiness bubbling in my chest isn't splayed out over my face.

Laying down, side by side, our faces are so close together I want to reach out and touch her, trace the prominent line of her cupid's bow.

I want to reach out and press our bodies together, curl up into her heat, place a kiss on Delilah's forehead.

But I don't. That pocket of intimate time between us seems to have moved on.

Delilah's eyes fall shut, makeup laden lashes kissing her cheek. Her breathing becomes even, the warmth of her exhalation coming from her nose kissing my upper lip and I swear she's already fallen fast asleep, until she whispers, voice so quiet I have to strain my ears to hear her, "Thank you, Grey."