Her words rest between us like a brick, weighted down with a reality that I don’t want to acknowledge.
“We don’t have to be over, Dilynne,”I want to say, but keep that thought to myself. I know she isn’t ready to hear that from me, and until she is, I have to play this safe.
“Well, I should probably fuck you a few more times between now and then, huh?”
She twists to meet my eyes. “I—I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
I drag my nose up the column of her throat. “Yeah, neither would I.”
She presses her mouth to mine, pulling me down to her so there’s the smallest amount of space between us. Our tongues tangle, my dick grows painfully hard, and then she moves my hand between her legs. “Then make me come, Elliot.”
I rest my forehead on hers. “Dilynne…” Fighting with myself not to say more, I wait for her to say something else.
“Please. I—I need you to touch me.”
She spins back around so her back is against my chest again, her legs open wide beneath the water, my legs cradling hers. I reach up and toy with her nipples first, twisting them softly between my fingers as her back arches. “Fuck, Dilynne. You have no idea how sexy it is to see you this needy for me.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I mutter against her neck as I kiss and nibble on her sensitive skin, all the way up to her earlobe, taking it between my teeth. “You’re mine tonight.”
“I don’t belong to anyone, Elliot. I thought I made myself clear about that.”
The memory of that conversation takes a few moments to come back to me, but when it does, I chuckle. Earlier this year during one of our normal repartees at the winery when Rhonan was still dealing with Vienna being his neighbor, Dilynne made it very clear that she would never be mine, even if I was the last man on earth.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
“Well, looks like I have some time to change your mind,” I say as I lower my hand between her legs, running my finger across her clit, back and forth, back and forth, watching her squirm because I’m barely giving her the pressure that I know she needs.
“I swear to God, Elliot. If you edge me like this…”
“You’ll what?” I growl in her ear. “Looks like I’m the one in control of this situation, Dilynne.”
She lowers her hand below the water, inching closer to her pussy as if she’s about to take matters into her own hands. But I put a stop to that quickly.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I say, pulling her hands back and wrapping my arms around hers, pinning her hands to the outside of her legs so I can still play with her with mine.
“Elliot…” she warns as I go back to rubbing my finger back and forth over her clit. Her hips lift from the base of the tub, begging for more friction, so I slowly slide a finger from my other hand inside of her and then pull it out just as slowly.
“Patience, baby.”
“I don’t have patience.”
Chuckling, I say, “Oh, believe me. I know.”
“You’re an asshole,” she grates out.
“An asshole that had you a needy mess last night on the hood of your car, right?”
She groans as I slide two fingers inside of her this time. “Yes…” she replies.
“That’s what I thought. Seems the asshole thing turns you on.”
She twists her head to face me as I continue to rub her clit and slowly finger her under the water. “I’ve officially come to the realization that something must be wrong with me, then.”
“Why? Because you want this?” I pick up the pace as I finger her. “Because you like this?”
She nods. “Yes.”