The entire ride back to her apartment was silent, and images of the man from her dreams raced through her mind. The eyes of the strange handsome man from the cottage were imprinted on her mind. She had forgotten most of the dream and what he had told her, but his eyes were the warmest, most loving things she had ever seen, and the feeling she got from that dream was indescribable. The car coming to a stop brought her back to reality.
"My apartment?"
"Yes, lovely."
Kim retrieved her duffle bag from the back seat, exited the vehicle, spun around, and opened the car door for her.
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
She came to a halt and turned to face Kim as they approached the door.
"I believe I got it from here," Delilah said, reaching for her duffle bag.
"I know things have been strange between us, but I'm worried about you and don't want you to be alone."
"Kim, I – "
He cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"Stop, listen, Lilah, when I heard you were in the hospital, the sheer terror I felt, the thought of losing you. I couldn't bear to think about that."
Kim gently stroked her cheek.
"I'm head over heels in love with you, Lilah."
"Please, Kim, don't."
"You don't have to give a response to me; I know it's a lot, but I just wanted to let you know."
He bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Sleep well, Lilah," he said as he turned to walk away.
"Wait," Delilah said, touching his hand. He moved his gaze to her.
"Just come here," she said as she drew him into a kiss.
She stopped, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I want you to stay tonight."
He smiled appreciatively as she unlocked the door and led him inside.
He carried her and gently placed her on her couch after she dropped the bag on the floor.
He stopped,
"What's the matter, Kim?"
"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean I am happy but given all that has happened recently."
"I want you, I'm sure."
Kim smiled and kissed her once more. His hands found the buttons on her blouse and began to undo them, revealing her breasts, he looked into her eyes. He kissed her on the neck and chest. Delilah let out a soft gasp as her lips met his once more, his kisses tender and sweet.
They stopped kissing, and he removed his shirt, pants, and shoes. He stood naked in front of her. He was well endowed, she thought as she looked at his manhood. He smirked because she had no idea how much he was about to both satisfy and destroy her. He'd make love to her and fuck her stress away. He removed her skirt. She raised her hips to help him.
He went up back on top of her, being careful not to hurt her. He kissed her again, and his kisses became more intense. This time, he took her lips in such a ravenous manner that her clit throbbed. He moved from her lips to her neck again, then down to her chest, where he teased her nipple with his tongue, giving gentle love bites, before taking the other nipple in his mouth and repeating the process. She moaned with delight. He slid two fingers into the delicate spot between her legs and began to please her. As her body stretched in pleasure, she grabbed the couch. He drew in closer.
"Do you like that, my love?"
"Mmhmm" replied Delilah with a nod as she moaned.
He kissed her again, reclaiming her lips. He slowly made his way down her belly button, slowly spread her legs apart, smiled as he looked into her eyes, and went down to feast on her.
"Oh, God!" Delilah sighed, she'd never felt such pleasure, and he ate her in a way that reflected how deeply he'd hungered for her for years.
Delilah cried out in delight, her moans becoming louder.
"You are amazing, you taste so delicious," Kim exclaimed as he devoured her.
Her entire body ached as she sensed her climax approaching.
"Don't give up just yet, my love; there's more."
"More?" Delilah, weakened by the carnage his mouth had wrought, whispered.
She felt his long hard member slide into her before she could recover from the carnage his mouth had done to her lady parts. She exclaimed as she grabbed him and drew him closer. He bit his lower lip as he gazed into her eyes.
"You are so fucking beautiful, being inside of you feels like being wrapped in warm wet velvet."
A deep growl escaped from his throat, his eyes carnal and feral. He began to move back and forth, giving her long, slow strokes as he moaned quietly. "Fuck," he said in her ear.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his strokes lengthened her body.
"Do you love it?"
"Yes, baby," Delilah moaned, her nails digging into his skin.
He began to go faster and harder, almost as if that was a signal. He put his hand on her neck and gripped her tightly. And it went on...
As he carried her from the couch to the floor, she touched his abs.