31. Breakfast of Champions

THIRTY-ONE

Del's favorite holiday was Christmas, but mine was her birthday. December 7 was special. It had always been an excuse to spoil the shit out of her without explanation. It was a day I could treat her to everything I wanted to year-round, without as much suspicion as if I did it on a regular occurrence. Lucky number seven, that was my girl.

On the morning of her birthday, I watched Delilah sleep peacefully beside me. Her blonde curls were splayed out on the pillow like one of those pretty fans fancy women used. She came home from hot tubbing with her walls slammed firmly down and told me she wanted to try for real. I'd never been held so tight or felt so wanted. It was delicious torture knowing that she wanted me but we weren't there yet. I was excited she was giving us a chance, but I needed to know she knew I was it for her without any reservations. I didn't know what was in that hot tub water, but maybe I needed to send her there more often. Or I could have one delivered in a matter of hours.

I rolled onto my side to face her and traced the pad of my thumb over her pouty lips. Even in sleep it was like the sole reason for their existence was to tempt me. Her lips were the bane of my existence when she smarted off, and salvation when I made her laugh.

The shirt Del chose to wear to bed was loose fitting and slid down her shoulder in her sleep. I pulled her against me and soaked in the warmth of her sleeping body. She shifted and her eyelashes flustered open, then shut when she saw I was the one holding her. I reveled in the way she snuggled closer with a content sigh. It wasn't lost on me what a privilege it was to have her unwavering trust.

I let my hands be lazy as they explored her skin. My touch curved up the back of her leg and under the hem of her shirt. She hummed when I grabbed a handful of her ass to drag her even closer to me.

"Hmm, good morning to you too."

"Shhh," I whispered, turning her onto her back and straddling her body. "Lily is still asleep, and I want to give you your first birthday present before she demands we get out of bed."

"Mmmh, please do." She bracketed my face with her hands before gently nudging me down.

I laughed at her bluntness. If my girl wanted me to eat her pussy for breakfast, I'd go eagerly every time.

I obliged, but worked my way down her body slowly instead of diving into her cunt like she wanted. I feasted on the tender skin of her neck and felt goosebumps rise to the surface.

"You're a fucking angel when you sleep."

She shivered when my warm breath met the shell of her ear. "And when I'm wake?"

"Sinful lips like the devil."

"You like it."

"I do, Dellie. Now use those naughty lips to tell me how much you like what I do to your pussy."

Her jaw dropped, shocked at my words, and I took the opportunity to bury my face in her sweet heat. Peaches and cream. My favorite.

"Parker." My name fell from her mouth like a woman possessed. I'd waited most of my life to hear her say my name in that breathy voice, to be the reason her body went taut and loose all at once.

I glanced up to see her hands covering her breasts, kneading the heavy flesh with her head thrown back. I wished I had any kind of artistic talent to capture the moment and keep it forever. It was mesmerizing to watch her writhe against me and drive herself crazy in tandem with my mouth on her cunt.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and dragged her to the edge of the bed. I knelt before her, a worshiper at the altar.

I pulled back and watched my fingers trace the slippery wetness dripping from her pussy lips. My eyes flicked up when her back bowed off of the bed.

"What do you need, baby?"

Her words came out in a rushed breath. "Please, Parker."

"Tell me."

I reached a hand up to cover hers over one perfect tit and squeeze as I licked her entrance with long, languid strokes.

"What does my birthday girl want?" My voice was slightly muffled because my tongue flicked her clit and she squeezed her thighs around my head. I'd give her anything she wanted. All she had to do was ask. I was a fucking fool when it came to this woman.

Del reached down and took my wrist to lower my hand to her cunt. I knew what she needed, but a sadistic part of me enjoyed hearing her ask for it, knowing she felt safe enough to ask.

"Don't be stingy, James." Her blue eyes were vibrant in the morning light and fixed on my mouth. "It is my birthday."

A smile was my only response because I was already busy watching her reaction when I sunk one finger inside her leaking pussy. She was so wet for me, my ego swelled three times its original size.

That wasn't the only thing that was growing larger by the minute. My cock ached for her, unhappy that I was grinding it against the mattress and not shoving it as deep inside her as possible.

"More." Her demand was quiet but absolute.

I was in no position to deny her, and I groaned against her cunt when she tightened around my fingers. It had been so long since I'd felt her tightness around me that just the thought of her had me close to falling over the edge.

When I felt her body tensing up, I locked in and became relentless in my demand for her pleasure. I stayed consistent in the rhythm and increased the pressure of my lips and tongue around her clit.

She was coming in seconds, shaking against me and burrowing her fingers in my hair. I knew I'd hear her begging me not to stop in my dreams for years to come.

When her body collapsed on the bed, I wiped my mouth on my arm and found her staring at me. There was surprise and carnal want in her expression, but she didn't speak . I rendered Delilah Howard speechless. Mark the date.

I ran my hands over her smooth legs before placing one slow kiss on her clit.

"Happy birthday, baby." I stood and stretched my arms over my head. The sight in front of me was one I'd like framed. I checked my phone. "Breakfast is ready whenever you find your legs again."

Lily chose that exact moment to let us know she was awake with a high-pitched cry.

"I'll see you downstairs, birthday girl."