Clenching her eyes shut, Delaney threw her arms around his neck and smashed her lips to his with fierce intent, but Clyde set her away from him with a flash of his white teeth and a rumbling chuckle. “Breathe. I need to do that in order to do this properly.”
Delaney reared her head back, mortified. Oh, the shame of inexperience. “Sorry. All of a sudden, I’m just nervous . . . it’s been a long time . . .”
Clyde hauled her closer, spanning his big hands over her lower back. “Understood. You can relax,” he coaxed, nipping at her jaw with his teeth and lips.
A wave of shivers clung to her skin as he worked his way toward her lips, grazing the shell of her ear, tracing a slow methodical pattern over it. Heat built in her chest, a simmer of blood sparking in her veins and nerve endings sizzling to life. Her heart began to thump so loud, she heard it in her ears, crashing erratically. The thickness in her throat created a lump of anxious energy.
Yet Clyde soothed her with confident, strong hands, allowing her time to not just anticipate, but acclimate.
His fingers slipped beneath the straps of her nightgown, dragging them over her shoulders. She let her arms slide free, the thin material falling to her waist, exposing her breasts. The cool air stung them pleasantly, making her nipples harden to tight peaks, rubbing against Clyde’s chest with delightful friction.
Lips, molten hot and silken, trailed along the curve of her neck, teasing the sensitive hollow with flitting strokes. Delaney gasped when he finally took her mouth, gripping her shoulders, kneading her flesh. Clyde devoured her lips, skimming the crease between them, slipping his tongue inside the hot cavern, stroking the inside of her mouth.
Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers drove into the raw silk of his hair, clinging to the strands in pleasure. Clyde shoved the blankets that separated them away, pushing at them with impatience. Dragging her nightgown over her head, he tossed it to the side, then yanked her panties to her ankles. Even her feet trembled when she kicked them off the bed.
His groan was a husky moan when their bare skin collided, filling her with hot lust. Clyde pulled her thigh over his hip, caressing it with confident hands, leaving her quivering when he dipped his fingers between them.
Wet warmth flooded her, dizzying flashes of light behind her closed eyelids came and went as Clyde explored deeper, lower. An almost violent shudder ran the course of her body when he parted the curls of her sex, and stroked her with a light digit. Slipping down her length, he whispered kisses across her collarbone and along the indentation of her shoulders, stopping only when he reached a painfully tight nipple.
The first thrust of his hot tongue against her long neglected breast was lost to savoring when it created such an electric current. Delaney gasped, sharp, clear, leaving a ringing in her ears as she bucked up against his hand still between her legs.
His tongue rasped at her nipple, licking it to a fine point, blowing on it with a soft caress of air. The muscles of her stomach clenched so tight they coiled with pleasure/pain.
Slow, soft sips at her breast became hot, forceful tugs, creating decadent swirls of building excitement. Pressure between her legs mounted when Clyde drew the nub of her clit between two fingers, rolling it, stroking it until it swelled.
Her fingers drove into his hair, clenching fistfuls when he left her breasts and shimmied down along her body. Clyde knelt before her while his strong, urgent hands parted her thighs. His head dipped, his breath whispering over the most intimate part of her before his tongue took the first sensual stroke.
Delaney’s hips bucked upward, reaching for the silken rasp of his tongue. Hot, sharp stings of pleasure taunted her, teased, building, pushing, driving her to find relief. Clyde’s tongue grew more insistent, he drove a finger into her, reaching a place she didn’t know existed, drawing a soft cry from her lips.
Tension mounted between her thighs, hot, wet, spiraling out of control until the last slick thrust Clyde took with his mouth and finger sent her head spinning. She clutched the sheets, driving her flesh against his mouth, gyrating against it, riding the sweet crest of orgasm.
Muscles flexed, clenching and unclenching with rigid jabs to her every nerve ending. Her chest rose and fell in heavy thrusts while she gulped for air.
And then Clyde was over her, demanding and hard, straddling her body with his. His cock jutted from between his strong thighs, her curious fingers grasped him, sliding her hands along the flaming silk of his length. Delaney couldn’t see him very well in the velvety dark of the night, but she memorized every sharp angle of his body, caressing the rippled dips in his stomach, tracing a finger along the indentations at his hip bones.
Smooth skin fluttered under her fingertips when she kneaded the muscles of his thighs. Clyde groaned when she reached for his shaft once more, taking long passes, smoothing her fingers over the silken tip of it.