The Heart System

Chapter 940: Chapter 940

Delilah ended the call and set the phone back on the table. The second it left her hand I cupped her jaw and kissed her properly. She kissed back immediately, hungry, tongue sliding against mine. We stayed like that for a long moment, the taste of wine still on both our mouths, before she finally pulled away just enough to reach for her glass. We finished the last of the wine in two quiet swallows.

Then Delilah smiled at me, eyes dark.

"You may carry me to the bedroom."

"With pleasure, Ms. Komb."

I stood, scooped her up under the knees and back, and carried her like a bride down the short hallway. She rested her head against my shoulder the whole way, one hand idly tracing the side of my neck. Inside the bedroom I laid her down carefully in the middle of the bed. The red outfit looked even more sinful against the dark sheets, straps slipping, the open bottom of the outfit leaving her completely exposed.

I stepped back and started undressing. Shirt first, then pants, then everything else. Delilah watched every movement, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Liking the view?" I asked once I was fully naked, cock hard and already leaking a little at the tip.

"Very."

I climbed onto the bed and settled over her. I kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, while my hands slid under the thin red straps and pushed them off her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her waist. I kept kissing her as I eased her fully onto her back, covering her body with mine. Her skin was warm. She smelled like wine and whatever perfume she had put on for me.

I spent long minutes just kissing her, mouth, jaw, the soft place under her ear, while one hand stroked down her side and over the curve of her hip. She arched under me, legs shifting restlessly. When I finally reached between us and lined the head of my cock against her entrance, she was already wet enough that it slid easily through her folds.

I pushed in slowly.

Delilah’s breath caught. Her legs came up and locked around my waist, ankles crossing at the small of my back. At the same time her arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me down until we were pressed chest to chest, faces close. I sank the rest of the way inside her in one steady thrust until my hips met hers.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, completely joined, holding each other, breathing the same air. Her pussy was hot and tight around me, the soft walls already fluttering. I could feel every small shift of her body beneath mine.

Then I started to move.

Slow, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Delilah’s arms tightened around me. Her legs stayed locked. Every thrust pressed us even closer together, the wet sound of my cock moving inside her filling the quiet room.

I kept moving inside her with steady, deep strokes, hips rolling so that every thrust buried me to the hilt. Delilah’s legs stayed locked around my waist, ankles crossed at the small of my back, pulling me in every time I tried to draw back. Her arms wrapped tight around my shoulders. The soft, wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her filled the quiet bedroom.

"You feel so fucking good," I murmured against her ear, voice low. "Hot and tight... like you were waiting for this all day."

She let out a shaky breath and scratched lightly down my back with both hands, nails dragging over the muscle. "I was. The second Ivy said she was going out I started thinking about you walking through that door."

I smiled against her neck and kissed the soft skin there, then bit gently. One of my hands slid under her lower back and lifted her hips a little, changing the angle so I could grind deeper. The new position made her gasp. Her nails dug in harder.

"That’s it," I said, thrusting a little firmer. "Let me hear you. No one’s home. You can be as loud as you want."

Delilah moaned openly this time, the sound vibrating against my chest. Her hands kept roaming, scratching, squeezing my shoulders, sliding up into my hair and tugging. Every time I bottomed out she clenched around me, the wet heat of her pussy gripping and releasing in small, greedy pulses.

I braced one forearm beside her head and used the other hand to cup her breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple before pinching it. She arched under me with a broken little sound.

"Look at you," I muttered, still fucking her in long, deliberate strokes. "Lying here in that red outfit with your legs wrapped around me, taking every inch. You have no idea how good you look like this."

"Evan..." Her voice was already starting to fray. She scratched down my back again, harder this time, leaving faint stinging trails that only made me push deeper. "Don’t stop. Just like that... please."

I kept the same rhythm but put more weight behind each thrust, letting my hips slap softly against hers. The bed creaked under us. Delilah’s breath came faster. Her nails raked across my shoulder blades, then down to the small of my back, holding on like she needed the anchor.

"You’re getting wetter," I told her, voice rough with effort. "I can feel it every time I pull out. You’re dripping down my cock."

She laughed once, breathless, and pulled my head down so she could kiss me. The kiss was messy, open mouths, tongues sliding, her soft moans spilling straight into me. When we broke apart she kept her forehead against mine, eyes half-lidded.

"Talk to me more," she whispered. "I like when you talk."

I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding the base of my cock against her clit while I stayed buried deep. "You like hearing how much I want this? How I thought about bending you over the second I saw you in that outfit? How I wanted to fuck you while you were still on the phone with her?"

Delilah’s pussy fluttered hard around me at the last part. A low, needy sound left her throat. Her nails dug into my back again, sharper this time.

"God... yes," she breathed. "Keep going."