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It’s hard to draw my next breath and it’s the best problem I’ve had all day.

I taste.

And suck.

And moan.

And kiss.

Over and over.

Until Delilah’s legs shake and she comes all over my face for the second time since I called her up here.

Her legs go limp around my shoulders, and I come up for air, closing my arms around her so I can pull her off the piano.

When her legs are locked at my waist, I kiss her.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Hungrily sharing the taste of her on my tongue. Then her tongue is in my mouth, seeking the taste on her own, demanding it while she wraps herself around me.

My dick aches, swollen and pushing against my slacks while Delilah leans into the kiss.

Her ass rubs against my hardness, and we sigh at the same time, the movement sending different sensations coursing through us.

I can stand here and let her grind on me until we both come. Or I can walk us upstairs, get us showered and in bed because I know she won’t be able to walk if I keep fucking around.

I go with the second option, kissing her neck with each stair I climb.

The dazed expression on Delilah’s face keeps a smile on my lips throughout the whole shower. She leans into me without thinking and I soak that shit up because of how long I wanted this. Kissing me, she grips my length with her fingers and walks us back until my back is pressed againstthe tiled wall.

“Fuck…”

My groan fuels her and before I know it, her hand is wrapped around me, stroking while she pushes her tongue into my mouth.

I have to bend down to keep our lips connected and I don’t care.

“Does that feel good?”

The earnestness in her throaty voice.

The water dancing along her lashes.

The steady pressure of her hand while I try to force a real word past my lips.

It’s the first time in two weeks she’s tried to make me come and I’m already about to bust in her hand.

Oh, fuck.

It would be embarrassing if Delilah wasn’t Delilah. But it’s because she is that I bite my bottom lip and fuck into her hand with a whimper.

This wasn’t supposed to be about me. I want to make her come. Put her to bed. Hold her all night.

But…now.

“Ah, shit,” I groan when she abandons everything else and focuses on the tugging motion, jerking the head of my dick toward her stomach.