"s.h.i.t Delilah. You're going to be the death of me."

I had to chuckle at that. "Same applies to you, Spencer. I had no idea, and I can't help wanting more. I like being connected like this. It feels so d.a.m.n good."

I moaned when he took hold of my hips and started sliding me back and forth on his rigid girth, the pace slower but no less intense.

"It's like you were made for me. Do you feel that? You've got everything I have Delilah, just like you were meant to."

I moaned because I could could feel it, and I knew that even if he didn't realize it, he was telling me something much bigger than he knew. He realized that I was meant for him, that we were meant for each other. There isn't one part of me that he doesn't have either, filling me like he was born specifically to do so. feel it, and I knew that even if he didn't realize it, he was telling me something much bigger than he knew. He realized that I was meant for him, that we were meant for each other. There isn't one part of me that he doesn't have either, filling me like he was born specifically to do so.

"Give me your hand angel."

I smiled when he said that, raising my hand so that we could link fingers. I expected him to hold my hand while he made love to me, but he had different plans. I cried out when he slid our joined hands down to my soaked cleft.

"Touch yourself with me. I want to watch you do it later, all by yourself. I love your hands, and I'm going to love watching them slide into your heat."

I was so wet from all of our o.r.g.a.s.ms that our fingers easily slid over my s.e.x, spreading the heat of my arousal around. I moaned and clenched as he pumped in and out of me, our fingers rubbing my c.l.i.t.

"Tell me what feels better. Up and down, like this? Back and forth, like this? Or circles, like this?"

Every d.a.m.n one of them felt amazing, but the little circles set my teeth on edge, and I moaned.

"I can feel that the answer is little circles."

I cried out, "yes" as I shivered, completely taken with the experience.

His heady growl made my nipples pucker even more. "Is this what you do in your bed, alone at night? Do you think of me when you do it?"

It was insane how hot his voice made me, how much I loved what he was saying. "Yes... G.o.d yes. I think of you, only you, every time Spencer."

"I think of you every time I come too, Delilah, and I have for years." He said it with a growl as he moved his hand back to my waist to hold me tighter as he worked me up and down faster. I was so sensitive, so swollen, that I knew it wasn't going to take much, and I let out a broken sob as I felt the telltale contractions start inside of me.

"That's right Delilah, come again for me baby. Rub that beautiful c.l.i.t and clamp your little p.u.s.s.y around my c.o.c.k. I love feeling you f.u.c.king squeezing me!"

"Unh! Oh G.o.d, Spencer! I'm right there. Ahhh!"

I came so hard that I saw stars, but he didn't stop. I wondered if he ever would. When he said thirty days, did he mean thirty days of continuous non-stop connection? I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to walk as it was, but if he wanted to keep going, I was staying with him all the way.

He slowed for a minute and then pulled out. I cried out, missing the connection immediately. "Baby, turn around."

I turned around quickly, smiling when I saw his face again, looking perfect and beautiful, so beautiful, even covered in sweat from the intensity of our lovemaking. He smiled at me too. "Lift up on your knees and put me inside you again. I'm not ready to stop yet. h.e.l.l, I may never never be ready to stop. I'm apologizing now because you're going to be sore later. We aren't going gently anymore, baby." be ready to stop. I'm apologizing now because you're going to be sore later. We aren't going gently anymore, baby."

I cried out as I felt myself get wetter, my brain going a little haywire with the overload of emotions and sensations that were a.s.sailing me. "I don't want gentle Spence, I just want you. It feels so good. I had no idea..."

Grabbing his erection in my hand and positioning him at my opening, I started sliding down, letting him fill me again. I wiggled when I got him all the way in, reveling in the sensation of being full of Spencer. Keeping his elbows on the bed, he raised his hands up and wiggled his fingers. I knew what he wanted, and I slid my fingers through his, holding on for dear life as I rode him.

The moment stretched out between us as we stared into each other's eyes. 'You're f.u.c.king wild Delilah. We're f.u.c.king wild We're f.u.c.king wild. Ride my c.o.c.k and ride it hard."

Whimpering, I nodded as I picked up speed. The faster I moved, the closer I got to the edge. I cried out from the feeling of the friction we created, and he smirked. He actually f.u.c.king smirked at me.

"Yeah angel, scream for me. I love hearing you out of control like this."

I stuck my tongue out at him at the same moment I clenched my inner muscles as tight as humanly possible, not letting up. His eyes went wide, his c.o.c.k swelled inside of me, and his mouth opened as he he screamed, "f.u.c.k" at the top of his lungs as his release blasted into me. screamed, "f.u.c.k" at the top of his lungs as his release blasted into me.

His release triggered mine, and I held on just long enough to say, "I love hearing you you out of control too!" before I went up in flames. out of control too!" before I went up in flames.

After that o.r.g.a.s.m I was completely boneless, and I collapsed onto his chest with a huge smile on my face, still joined to him. I finally felt him start to soften, and I giggled. "Feels like you're finally spent."

I felt the rumble in his chest under my cheek when he chuckled. "I wasn't sure I could stop. I hope you recover quickly, because I'm not sure that I'm done. That was the wildest four hours of my entire life, and I want to do it again and again... and again."

I gasped and raised my head. "Four hours?" Looking around, I noticed that the light coming through the windows over the bed indicated that it was dusk out. Holy h.e.l.l, it's after seven! We got here just after three. Before I could censor myself I blurted, "Oh my G.o.d. Is it always like that for everyone? I've always heard the worst stories about first time s.e.x... but if it gets any better than what we just did, I'm a little afraid to think about it."

He rubbed my back as he laughed. "Far from it baby. That right there was a seismic event that has never happened anywhere else on Earth, I a.s.sure you. There are people who have been doing it for years that don't have a quarter of the heat we just created."

He lifted me off of him slowly, and the sensation of separating was so intense it was almost painful. Throwing his head back, I saw the muscles in his chest and neck tighten and his jaw clench. "Sorry baby. If we stayed connected, I was going to start moving again. You need time to adjust. I think I already went too hard at you as it is."

I shook my head, understanding his logic but hating the reality. "I feel so good when you're with me. Whenever you want to start moving again, I'm in. I loved having you inside of me."

Chuckling, he stood up and then pulled me to my feet. "Miss Hart, have I created an o.r.g.a.s.m addict?"

I laughed back at him, enjoying his silly mood. "Mm... Mr. Cross. You've definitely sparked an addiction for something." I slid my hand onto his shaft, ma.s.saging the tip for a second. I loved hearing his groan.

We both burst out laughing as he turned to pull me toward the bathroom before abruptly halting his steps. Noticing the shock on his face as he looked at the bed, I turned to see what he was looking at. The blood on the fluffy white duvet was a reminder of what we'd done today. Turning to him, I pulled him into a tight hug before pulling back and staring up at him. I know Spencer, and I knew the blood would cause him to panic, to question whether he did the right thing.

"This was, hands down, the best day of my life. Thank you Spencer, for being everything I wanted. I love you more than anything, and I always will."

He snapped out of it when I spoke, smiling rea.s.suringly down at me. "I love you too Delilah, more than anything. Always."

Chapter Nine: Spencer

If it weren't for the fact that I know that Dante and Damien would hate me if they ever find out what just happened here, today would be perfect. Delilah is the person I love most, and is often the only color in a world of blah. Being inside of her, connected, surpa.s.sed anything I've ever experienced before. I didn't think I could love her more, but that turned out to be dead wrong. I love her even more now than I did this morning. She's got everything I am right in the palm of her hands, and she doesn't even fully realize it.

I never made love until today. f.u.c.king has always been a sport to me. I'd find a girl and pound her for a few hours, then come to let off steam and head home. Not Delilah. I felt what she felt the entire time I was inside of her, like we were in our very own infinity loop. Everything I put out she accepted and gave back, and vice versa. I thought I knew a lot about life, but that connection sliced me open in a heartbeat, ferociously and without mercy. It turned out that while I might have known a lot, I knew nothing about anything so real.

Being with Delilah is as easy as breathing; a complete no brainer. I don't have to pretend I'm someone I'm not, and I'm not uncomfortable having her close. She fits me. After we showered, we'd headed out and got pizza before coming back home. We curled up on the couch watching Final Destination, and I loved that she wasn't grossed out by my love of horror movies. If anything, she's always been more into them than I am.

"s.h.i.t look at that Spence! What a disgusting way to die. This movie is awesome!"

Like I said, she's the perfect girl.

Once the movie was over, we straightened up and then made our way back to the bedroom. I shucked my clothes and threw them in the hamper, leaving only my Calvin Klein briefs on before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Delilah was at the other sink, washing her face and brushing her teeth, and I wound up watching her as she went through her nightly ritual. It felt absolutely right having her here.

I snapped out of it when she said, "You want to record this for posterity, or are you having a stroke?"

Couldn't help it, I laughed out loud. Any other girl would have pranced and preened and put on a show, but Delilah's real. She puts everyone else on Earth to shame for me. There is no one who can equal her, no one who could even come close.

"I'm not having a stroke angel, but I was struck dumb for a second getting to watch you like this. I wasn't thinking about recording it but hey, if you're down with that, I can go get a video camera and..."

Her answer was a laugh followed by a smack on my arm. "Nah, I'm not into making an acting debut. Sorry!"

I trailed behind her as she walked back into the bedroom, enticed by the sight of her legs and her little white nightie. She's a wet dream in the flesh, that's for d.a.m.n sure. After pulling back the freshly laundered duvet, she plopped down on her side of the bed.

s.h.i.t. I was already thinking of it as her her side, and the bed that used to be mine had somehow become side, and the bed that used to be mine had somehow become ours ours in my head. I guess that shouldn't have surprised me, considering the fact that when I bought the house, I did so with her in mind. in my head. I guess that shouldn't have surprised me, considering the fact that when I bought the house, I did so with her in mind.

Climbing into the bed beside her, I turned off the lights and pulled her into my arms. She was still visible in the pale moonlight, a vision of ethereal beauty in my bed and in my heart. "How do you feel?"

Her throaty laugh tugged at my heartstrings. "Mm. I feel a little sore. Never knew that making love was such a full body workout."

That's my girl. No coquettish, "I feel fine, you stud" bulls.h.i.t from her. I asked her a question and got an honest answer.

"It's only a full body workout when you're doing it right. We definitely did it right babe. I'm feeling the burn too, to be honest. I'm a little surprised either of us is functional right now. Never went at it so intensely before. You're the only one to bring that out of me, Delilah."

Smiling, she rubbed my cheek and then kissed me gently before pulling back. "Glad we're on the same page. Spencer, I have to tell you something, and I need to say it to you right now."

Instinctively I knew that what she was going to tell me was going to be big, and my heart started to beat a little faster as I waited for her to share.

Putting her hand over my heart, she looked me in the eye and started to speak. "I didn't ask you to do this because I wanted to have s.e.x. I asked you because I wanted to share this with you, and only with you. I'm in love with you Spencer and I have been for a long, long time. I know you already had to have suspected, but I wanted to say the words to you."

It was, hands down, the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. Putting my hand over hers, I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I didn't do this for any other reason than because I'm in love with you too, angel."

Her answering smile could have powered an entire city. Tilting her head up, she kissed me, almost like we were sealing a promise to each other. I kissed her back for a long time before pulling away. "I love you Delilah."

Snuggling closer, she curled up under my chin, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

"Love you too Spence, forever and always."

I fell asleep wrapped in her, feeling her breath feather across my chest, my heart full to overflowing with joy.

Being with Delilah like this has opened my mind to the possibility of a future that I'd never dared to really dream about. Sure, I'd fully realized that I wanted to be with her at some point, but I hadn't seen so clearly what we would be like. Now I can't stop thinking about it. With each pa.s.sing hour we're closer, more in tune with each other. While that would seem like it should be impossible, it's true.

Making love with Delilah is so beautiful. She's hot, she's wild, she's uninhibited, and she's up for anything. She's pulled things out of me, has taught me things about myself that I never knew were even possible. It touches me to the depths of my soul when she says that I've done the same for her. As young as she is in years, Delilah is more mature than people I know twice her age.

We were lying side by side on a beach blanket, soaking up the rays, having a discussion about where we would go from here. Each of us was lying on our side so we could stare at each other. We'd spent most of the morning discussing our future together. Anyone less mature would have pouted about what we're going to have to do, but Delilah is a realist. There is no way in h.e.l.l that anyone in the family would tolerate us going all in right now, and trying to force the issue would only infuriate Dante and Damien.

"I almost wish we'd waited a little longer Delilah, so that there didn't have to be so much time before we can actually be together. This month is going to pa.s.s too f.u.c.king quickly. The next two years are really going suck. I swear to G.o.d, I'll wait for you. I'm going to hope you wait for me too, but if you can't, I'll understand."

The look she gave me said that she was borderline insulted by that. "G.o.d, Spence... of course I'm going to wait for you. I've always been waiting for you. It'll be nothing, a blip on the radar. Once I've graduated college, no one will have any problem with us being together. I love you Spencer, and the rest of the family is going to be very happy that we're together. You make me so happy baby."

I love hearing her say it, every d.a.m.n time. It will never get old. "You make me crazy f.u.c.king happy too Delilah. You're the best part of my life, hands down."

My c.o.c.k was bathed in wet heat, and I jerked awake to find Delilah's head between my legs. f.u.c.king amazing what she was learning to do with her mouth, and I surrendered myself to her as she took me to that place I'd never even known existed until I was with her. The room was still bathed in moonlight, and it lit her beautifully. I stared at her blonde head as she bobbed up and down, watched her fist work the bottom half of my d.i.c.k that her mouth couldn't reach, and I felt like the luckiest son of a b.i.t.c.h on earth that it was my my c.o.c.k in her hot little mouth. c.o.c.k in her hot little mouth.

I loved watching her, loved the feeling of her tongue learning every inch of my d.i.c.k, loved the suction she focused on the tip every time she worked her way back there, but most of all I loved waking up to a reality better than any dream I'd ever had.

"Christ, Delilah! Your f.u.c.king mouth is so hot. You're making me crazy."

Popping off, she smiled at me. The moonlight made her look even more like an angel than usual, all perfection and sweetness.

Jerking my c.o.c.k, she started slowing her pace way down. I groaned, trying to get her to pick up speed again. "Baby? Don't f.u.c.kin' stop."

The look she gave me was pure heat. "Tell me who you you belong to." belong to."

Holy. f.u.c.king. s.h.i.t.

I couldn't help but gape at her. I'm a total pushover for her. Always have been, always will be. She makes me happy in a way I can't put into words. I've said the words, told her that I'm in love with her. She had to know, beyond any shadow of a doubt by now, that I was hers.

Gently licking the top of my shaft, she made me crazy by applying just enough tongue to get me harder, but not enough to make me come. "Say it Spencer. Tell. (lick) Me. (suck) Who. (lick) You. (lick) Belong. (long, slow lick) To. (suck) She had me in that moment, from heart to b.a.l.l.s, and everywhere in between.

"You! I f.u.c.king belong to you Delilah."

My reward was a smile, and a kiss on the inside of each of my thighs. "That's right, and don't you ever forget it."

With that, she turned her attention back to sucking me like only she can.

She tongued me faster, sucked the tip with more force and gently ma.s.saged my b.a.l.l.s. Her mouth was the perfect storm, and I couldn't hold off any longer. I let go with a hoa.r.s.e cry as I exploded into her mouth, pulsing hot and hard as she swallowed every drop.

She f.u.c.king swallowed, and I couldn't believe how strongly that turned me on. Most girls spit, or jerk a guy so that he'll shoot somewhere that isn't into their mouth, but my angel swallowed. She took it all, and then she licked me from the tip of my c.o.c.k to my b.a.l.l.s, looking for anything she might have missed. Right then, right at that moment, I fell even more under her spell.

f.u.c.k. How much deeper is it possible to fall in love with someone?

Forcing my mind away from deep thoughts, I pulled her on top of me and slid inside of her insanely tight heat again, making us both forget about anything more than the feeling of being together.

Chapter Ten: Delilah