I’m rewarded with a burst of pink light from the corner of my eyes. Not bright, but more intense than I’ve seen from her so far. I turn my head to the side a little and find her inner thighs glimmering and twinkling with little bits of silver.
I can’t stand it anymore. All her reactions are the right ones. All her responses are flawless and pure.
I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit until she’s writhing and squirming against the tight hold I have on her knees.
“Oh, shit!” she moans. “Oh, my God!”
I want to command her to come for me. I want to talk dirty to her. But I can’t stop licking her pussy. Not even for a moment. She is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. Delphi is so much better than chocolate-covered tushberries.
So I keep going. Her knees overpower my grip in her erotic struggle and I let go, allowing her to press them against the sides of my head. I splay my fingers across the edge of her hipbones and use my forearms to urge her legs open wider as my tongue dances across her clit and little nub of flux.
She tightens her grip on my hair, pulling on my scalp as she forces her back up and off the mattress with her mouth wide open in a long, primal moan.
I want her to come. I want her to come right now. I’m too eager to be inside her. Too impatient to wait any longer. So I slide my hand between her legs and slip two fingers inside her. Pushing deep, deep inside her as I flick the tip of my tongue back and forth across her sweet spots.
She goes stiff in that moment and I get a momentary rush of triumph.
“Come,” I command her again. Only this time my voice is deep with absolute authority. “Come,” I growl.
There is a moment of blackness. A moment when my senses cease to function, and my mind goes blank, and every muscle in my body goes still as I wait for it…
And then there is the fire of a sun igniting, and the blaze of a star exploding, and then there is just Delphi—bursting into brilliant light that wipes my mind of every moment of every day that came before this one.
Because she obeys.
And she comes.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – DELPHI
It take me a minute—or maybe three—to find myself after the spectacular release with Jimmy.
“This,” I breathe, once my mind returns and I’m able to make my mouth form words, “was not sex.”
Jimmy peers at me from between my still-open legs, his eyes locked on mine as he gently kisses my mound, every few moments nipping at it a little bit, then kissing the sting away. His hands still rest easily on my inner thighs, his thumbs massaging small circles on the soft, tender skin near his mouth.
I begin to sit up, propping my weight onto my elbows. But he cocks his head at me and says, “Where you goin’?”
My smile is something in between shy and devious—probably a little more shy than devious. “You know,” I say. “For every action there’s blah, blah, equal and opposite thing, right?”
He closes his eyes, shakes his head, and chuckles.
“What?” I ask. “Did I say something wrong?”
He opens his eyes again. “First, the law of reciprocity does not apply to sexual encounters with people you actually like.”
“Oh.” I laugh nervously, wondering if he thinks I’m young and ridiculous? Or sexy and cute?
“Second,” he says. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. So…” He shrugs. “Makes no difference, princess. Besides, I just watched you come. Do you have any idea what a turn-on that was?”
“Right,” I say, nodding my head in understanding. “The glow. Yeah, I get it.”
“The glow? No, sweets. I wasn’t watching your glow. Though that was a nice perk. I was watching your face.”
And the way he says face. I dunno. I don’t know how to describe it. Face. With emphasis. Or like he’s growling out a command. Like when he said, “Come.” Or… possibly it’s just the fact that right now, everything about him is sexy.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks.
I shake my head and whisper, “You. Just you.”
He smiles, perhaps recalling that he said that to me just a little while ago and now I’m his echo. Or maybe he’s just eager to keep going. Because he stands as he smiles, and at the same time, leans forward. His palms dropping down onto the mattress on either side of my breasts. His hips keep my legs open as he lowers his chest over my stomach—taking care to prop up most of his weight so he doesn’t crush me.
I feel so small with him towering over me. His broad shoulders block out the light above us and turn him into a dark, opaque shadow.