I didn't care that my shoulder stung along its incision line, or that I'd have to leave for the Super Bowl within the next few days. I didn't care about anything at this moment considering Delilah and I are in the middle of nowhere, alone and together.
Her head rests on my chest, my arms are tight around her waist. I never want to let go, and I might never have to again. Hearing her talk about the breakup was both pain and a band-aid. I could tell by the way she talks that something must've shifted in her head. Something about the way she's looked at me the last hour has me feeling like I won't be leaving this town a single bachelor.
Oh, I hope.
"When I saw you again all those months ago I was convinced the world was playing a trick on me." Her words wrap around the empty room. "I didn't want to admit it to myself then but I was so happy to see you. It was a surreal feeling seeing you here again in our hometown. And then the kiss..." she trails off and looks up at me.
I don't even hesitate to lean down connecting our lips. She's warm, inviting, and all mine. My hands instantly run the length of her body, the little sounds she makes sending all the blood in my body south.
"Talking," she moans and pulls back, taking my lip. "I thought we were just talking tonight?" She looks up at me feigning innocence.
She has no idea what she does to me, with her fake innocence and divine taste. She's not getting away so easily at all.
"We are talking." Her eyebrows raise in question. I smile and slowly slide away from her, dropping to the ground in front of her warm body.
"What are you doing?" She gasps when I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it up past her hips. She's completely bare besides a pair of gray panties and from the looks of it, she hasn't been thinking about just talking.
With a grin, my fingers find the wet spot right on her center and I press. She writhes in front of me, her wet panties rubbing at my finger. Stars line behind my eyes at the sight, my jeans instantly feeling too tight.
I've not wanted to be less in control in my entire life. I want to let the sounds of her moans and the feel of her wet cunt drive me insane.
"We're talking," I answer her from before.
Carefully I lean down, keeping my eyes on her and loving the way she physically can't look away. Her wet panties are forgotten with one tug down her legs, dropping to those ankles I love to wear around my neck.
"Don't go quiet on me now, Delilah." I trace my fingers around her bare hips, forcing the yellow dress higher. Wanting to see her hard nipple I pull it up to her chin completely and sure enough they're ready and waiting.
"Mason." Her response comes out in a breathy moan.
"That's not talking." I tease, lowering my mouth around her perky taut nipple. She instantly reaches for my hair and tugs.
I spend my time sucking, nipping, and licking around each of her nipples. I spend extra time getting her worked up, as close to the edge as possible. I want her as ready for me as she can get so there's not a tinge of discomfort for her.
"Fine then, baby. I'll do the talking." I give her right breast one more bite and sit back on my legs. My shoulder throbs lightly but I ignore it.
Eating my girl out to the brink of orgasm is more important than a broken shoulder.
"I'm going to run my tongue along this swollen clit of yours." I touch her center to follow my words. "And then I'm going to continue down, right...here." She gasps as my finger slides easily past her opening.
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I Wish You The Best
Romance"Forever was a simple promise before it became a difficult task" Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, which is why Delilah and Mason had promised each other that after college they'd make it work. Unfortunately for them both, their fo...
