Page 74 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“What do you want, Delilah?”

“I want you to make love to me,” she says, as easy as breathing.

Goosebumps cover my skin hearing her say those words. I was sure she’d say she wanted me to touch her, make her come, or fuck her.

She wants all those things, but she wants me to love her more.

Suddenly our little game isn’t amusing. I’ll give her whatever she wants.

It just so happens making love to her is all I’ve ever wanted.

35

Without another word, but with some exaggerated grunting and giggling, I gather her into my arms and stand from the sofa. I carry her to our bedroom, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. The denim of her shorts overstimulating my bare torso.

Night casts our room in darkness. I need to see her face, every expression when I take her for the first time—I fumble to flick on the bedside lamp. Climbing onto the bed on my knees, I carefully lower her to the pillows, her white hair fanned out like a halo—my fallen angel.

“Tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” I pant, struggling to hold back.

“I…don’t know. It’s never been good for me. I don’t know what I like,” she admits.

A dark, primal part of me revels in the fact no man has ever brought her pleasure—that I’m the only one who ever will.

The two dipshits who were lucky enough to be inside her have no clue what they lost. Not that I would’ve let them live if they tried to keep her.

“What do you like when you touch yourself?”

She blushes deeply and pinches her lips closed.

“You can tell me anything. I’ll do anything, be anything you want. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say.

She gulps and her doe eyes cut right through me.

“I have a folder on my phone with pictures of you.” She stops, waiting for my reaction.

I nod, encouraging her to continue, when my internal reaction is jumping up and down, high fiving myself like a douche.

“I was telling the truth. I get naked and lay on your side of the bed. I look at your pictures, especially the ones without a shirt”—her eyes devour my bare chest—“and I tuck your pillow between my legs, or straddle it, and use my vibrator to get off.”

Sticky pre-cum escapes my slit, envisioning what she’s telling me.

“What does your vibrator do that you like?” I ask.

“It goes inside me, and that part vibrates. And the piece on the outside vibrates against my clit. I need both to get off.”

“The piece inside vibrates against your G-spot?” I ask, holding on by a fucking thread.

“Maybe? I don’t know where that is.”

Oh, this is going to be so much fun, learning her body as she learns how to take her pleasure from me.

I shift from between her legs to stand beside the bed. I unbutton my jeans, giving my throbbing cock a reprieve.

“I want you to undress me,” Delilah says quietly. And fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard—my girl owning what she wants.

“Good girl. I’ll do whatever you want, you only have to ask,” I praise, the flush returning to the apples of her cheeks.

I unbutton her shorts and tug them over her ass and down her long legs. Fuck me, she’s wearing a simple ice blue thong, the center darkened by arousal seeping through the fabric.