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Me: What you watching,menace?

Delilah: Spirited Away

Delilah: I wanted to watch more of your faves after you showed me Howl’s Moving Castle last week

I hate how much this woman makes me smile at my phone. What I hate more is how long it takes me to notice most days. My cheeks always hurt from the unfamiliar workout.

Me: Why didn’t you invite me?

Delilah: Because the last time we watched a movie together, your hand was in my pants the whole time

Me: I can use my tongue this time

Delilah:

Delilah: Did you just sext me, Adonis?

Me: Bring your pretty ass upstairs and I’ll tell you

Delilah: Call me pretty again first

Me: Piano room. Now

Chapter 40

Tr(eat) You Right

ADONIS

The valley between Delilah’s legs is my favorite place to visit. Especially when the views are this immaculate.

Delilah is writhing.

Spread out on top of the piano.

Back arched.

Mouth open.

Fingers curled around my locs.

The picture of perfection.

My favorite motivation.

As soon as she walked in, I picked her up, laid her out on top of the piano and found the button to her denim shorts. She bucked beneath me almost immediately and hasn’t stopped moaning my name since I dropped the first kiss on the inside of her thigh.

Her tight hole glistens with the evidence of her arousal and contracts around nothing every time I pull away to admire her swollen clit.

Pressing my thumb against her wetness, I lazily pass my fingertip back and forth, smiling at the sounds wrestling themselves free from her throat.

“I’m not stopping until you come again, baby.”

“Adonis,” she pleads, hips lifted and rolling to keep up with the stroking of my thumb.

“That’s right, my name is the only one I want to hear.” I slide my fingers through her folds massaging her clit. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“Unh.”