I chuckled against her and worked her until she was saying my name like a prayer, except I was no god. If anything, I’d be banished to hell once this was over and I’d enter freely with the knowledge of what Della Saint James sounded like when she begged me to lick her cunt. And the sound of her coming made me nearly explode before I could so much as unbutton my own pants. I gripped her hips as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her legs tightening around my head until they unlatched and landed with a thump on the floor as I licked her cream from my lips.
I rose over her and looked at the masterpiece sated on the floor in front of me. “You’re beautiful, Della.”
She blinked at me with pinkened cheeks like she’d never been told that before. I watched as she narrowed in on every movement I made as I slowly popped the button of my pants and unzipped them. Her eyes trailed over my hands as I pushed down my pants and boxer briefs at the same time, pupils dilating when she got a glimpse of my freed length.
“You may have days where you fight to remember that, but I’ll happily be there to remind you what you do to me.” Grabbing a fistful of my cock, I started working it, letting her watch me jack off as hunger rose in her gaze. Her thighs squeezed together as a bead of precum escaped my tip when I tightened my grip and twisted in the perfect place, while imaging her hand was doing the work.
“Tell me you believe it,” I demanded of her, panting, and twitching in my palm.
She sat up on her elbows, eyes still trained where I touched myself. “I know I’m beautiful, Theo. I’ve worked a long time to get to that point. And I think…I think there’s a lot of work to be done that I may need help with, but that doesn’t mean it’s because I can’t believe it on my own.”
“You should be proud.” I bent down and captured her lips again, grazing our tongues and drinking her in as I built up closer to my orgasm the quicker I jerked myself. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad, sweetheart, but I need to clean myself up first.”
She squirmed, wrapping an arm around my neck, and pulling me down on top of her. “I want you now.”
Groaning, I stopped her. “I’m covered in paint and I want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy vice grip my cock. Are you still on birth control?”
If she wasn’t flushed before, she was now. I remembered the day she went on them because she asked Mariska to take her to the doctor when she admitted to me her cramps were bad. If I thought she’d be comfortable, I would have driven her to the doctor myself, but the situation didn’t call for my assistance at the time.
“Yes.”
I pecked her lips. “Come on.” Standing up, I reached down for her hand. Her eyes traveled over her skin as she bit her lip, fingers dancing over the paint splotches covering her. I couldn’t help but grin. “Don’t suppose you could just snap a few pictures of yourself and submit that as your project, huh?”
Her laugh was light as she smacked my chest, the blush still blooming over the apples of her cheeks. “You want my professor to see me naked? Really?”
Hearing that aloud made me pause. “I hope I’m the only one who gets to see you naked.” Backing her out of the room, I nipped her bottom lip and guided her carefully to the bathroom down the hall. My hands found the light switch as hers palmed my chest and grazed down my stomach, fingering the trail of hair leading to the part of me that was screaming to bend her over and thrust into her until I bottomed out.
She looked between me and the shower, grinning before stepping away from me and changing direction to the vanity on the opposite wall. Hanging above it was a large mirror that I instantly noticed her eyes avoided as she wet a washcloth under the faucet.
“Della—” Before I could say anything, she was in front of me with her back turned to her reflection and her hand wrapped around my cock gently washing it off. Hissing over the soft strokes, I bucked into her, burying my face into the crook of her neck, and biting down trying not to shoot my load as she worked me. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Kissing up her neck and jaw, I backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the counter. Grabbing the cloth from her, I checked myself over before wiping my hands and tossing it on the ground, moving hair out of her face.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes widened.
“Face the mirror.”
Her throat bobbed. “Theo, I—”
“You want my cock, Della?” I asked, palming between her legs. I teased her entrance, circling where her wetness seeped then moved my fingers around her clit until her eyes fluttered closed. “Want my hard dick in there instead of my fingers, sweetheart?” The more I talked, the crazier with need I became. I’d wanted those things and it was the very first time I admitted as much. If Anthony were alive, if he were free and around to know my thoughts, he’d happily go to prison if it meant putting me six feet under because of what I wanted to do to his daughter. I wouldn’t have stopped him either.
Her moan was soft as she nodded. Words were beyond her—the need was too strong, and I wanted to happily indulge in everything she fantasized about in that pretty head of hers.
Grazing her
