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I work her with my tongue, alternating between her clit and dipping inside her pussy to taste her properly. She's so fucking wet, so responsive, gasping and moaning with every stroke.

"I'm going to put a finger inside you," I tell her. "Just one. Nice and slow. Okay?"

"Okay. Yes. Please."

I slide one finger inside her. She's so tight, gripping me like a vice. I pump slowly, letting her adjust, while my tongue continues working her clit.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"No. It feels, oh fuck, it feels so good."

I add a second finger.

"There! Right there! Don't stop please don't stop—"

I don't stop. I work her with my fingers and my tongue, building her higher and higher, feeling her thighs start to shake on either side of my head.

"Graham, I think… I'm going to—"

"Come for me, Delilah. Let go. I've got you."

She comes apart with a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, licking her clean while she gasps and trembles.

When she finally stills, I kiss my way back up her body and gather her against my chest.

"Holy shit," she breathes. "That was incredible! I didn't know it could feel like that."

"That was just the beginning," I tell her, stroking her hair. "When you're ready, I'll show you how much better it gets."

She looks up at me with those huge brown eyes, thoroughly debauched and absolutely beautiful.

"I want more," she whispers. "I want everything. I want you."

And fuck me, I want to give her everything she's asking for.

Chapter 8 - Delilah

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Can't believe I'm lying here completely naked with a man I met six hours ago, asking him for more after he just made me come so hard I can barely take a deep breath. Can't believe I'm about to hand over my virginity, something I've held onto for twenty-five years not by choice but by circumstance, to someone who's technically still a stranger.

Except Graham doesn't feel like a stranger.

He feels like safety and protection and is the first person in years who's looked at me like I'm worth protecting. Like I matter. Like my body isn't something to comment on or criticize but something to worship.

The way he looked at me when he pulled off my clothes, like I was beautiful instead of too much, I've never seen that before. Never had someone make me feel desired instead of tolerated.

And the things he just did with his mouth...

Holy shit.

I didn't know my body could feel like that. Didn't know pleasure could build and build until it exploded through every nerve ending. Didn't know I could make sounds like the ones that came out of me, so desperate and needy.

"You okay?" Graham asks, and I realize I've been quiet for too long, just staring at him while my brain tries to process everything that just happened.

"More than okay," I smile.

He smiles back. "Good. I want you to enjoy every single step of this."