My brain is currently lacking for blood, so that takes me a minute to figure out.
“Wearing this,” I say.
“In case the scrapbook didn’t work,” he says, softly.
I put my hand over hers, twist a finger around the same strap.
“There’s no possible world where I don’t take you back,” I tell her, pulling it over her shoulder. “And God help me, there’s no possible world where wearing this doesn’t also work.”
I tug the strap under her nipple pops out.
“Good to know,” she murmurs, and then I lick it, swirl my tongue around it, listen to Delilah’s moan above me as it hardens in my mouth and I can tease it with my teeth. I do the same to the other nipple and she tightens her hand in my hair, her bare heels against my back.
Finally, she brings her mouth to mine again, pressing forward. Her skin is warm and electric against mine and I grab her hips, pull her against me. She makes a noise into my mouth and I can feel her smile. I pull her even closer, my fingers digging into denim, and then she’s off the counter.
Unbuttoning her jeans, pushing them over her hips, finally kicking them off.
The panties match: black and small, the same lace as her bra. When I slide my hand between her legs, she makes a noise and rolls her hips, the fabric already damp. She palms my cock, hard, and I push my fingers under the fabric, play with her clit until her breathing goes erratic and she moans, one foot propped against the lower cabinets.
When I stop, she sighs in disappointment as I pull her away from the counter.
“Upstairs,” I tell her. “Now.”
I add in a hard ass-smack for good measure, and it’s very satisfying.
“Or what?” she teases. Her fingers find my zipper.
“Or I have to fuck you on the counter, and I just did that last weekend,” I tease.
“I liked it last weekend,” she teases back. The zipper is down and she undoes the button and grabs my cock and I stop breathing for a moment.
“I know,” I manage to get out. “Most of Snowpeak, West Virginia knows.”
She squeezes me again, and I grab her ass with both hands because I can.
“I like your outfit and I’d really like to watch you walk up the stairs in front of me, how’s that?” I say. “Soft, flat surfaces are nice to fuck on sometimes. Do you want more reasons to go get on your bed, or will those suffice?”
She kisses me, lets my erection go, fixes her bra so her nipples are hidden again.
“I guess those are good enough,” she teases, and walks away.
Walk isn’t the right word. She knows I’m watching her and Delilah sashays up the stairs, hips swinging from side to side, and I feel like I’m being hypnotized. Before she gets to the second floor I’ve already grabbed one garter, the bright red bow winking between my fingers, my thumb in the crease between her thigh and her ass.
At the top of the stairs I hook a thumb under the lace panties, pull them off, leave them there. Her bra stays in the doorway to her bedroom and before I toss her onto the bed I pull her to me again, her back to my chest, run my hands over her body as she sighs. Melts.
I push my fingers between her legs again and they slide through wetness as she leans her head back against my shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted. Hips rolling back against me, the pressure both delicious and exquisite torture.
Then I spin her, kiss her, and toss her onto the bed, and she laughs in surprise.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting that,” I say.
She sits up, forward, grabs the waistband of my undone pants and pulls me toward her.
“I didn’t know you wanted a bed so I could be a projectile,” she says, and then I’m on my knees, between her legs. My cock springs free and I kick my jeans off.
“Projectile?” I say, voice going low as I grab her again, shove her further onto the bed, the bottoms of her thighs resting on the tops of mine. “I just like tossing you around sometimes.”
I kiss her deep, pinch a nipple.
“You’re bouncy and you make good noises,” I tease as she wraps a hand around my cock again.
Then, I groan. She squeezes, strokes me from root to tip. The head of my cock bumps against the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh and I move my hands between her legs again. Toy with her clit even as I thrust into her hand, helpless.
Finally slide my fingers inside her tight, slick entrance and circle her clit with my thumb and Delilah moans. She lifts her hips, one leg around my back now, strokes me and pushes my fingers deeper inside her all at once.