“ The sex-laden voice, rough and demanding, roused Delilah from sleep. Without opening her eyes, a smile—already well-satisfied—curved her lips. Her head gave a dull ache but it was lost in the wash of sensation as strong, firm hands took control of her hips, lifting her up onto legs still shaky from the last loving. She rubbed her face against the pillow, almost embarrassed by the rush of heat and need that arrowed down to the open folds of her sex. Folds that even now grew plumper, slic...ker, beneath the intensity of a gaze she could feel like a stroke of his tongue. She wanted that tongue. Again. Feeling wanton, almost powerful, she stirred her hips for him slowly waving from left to right and back again. His grip tightened, but he did nothing to stop her. "I've waited years to look at you just like this." She almost laughed. She'd never had a problem with his looking, but Craig almost never wanted her positioned like this anymore.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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