Every Kind of Way
DELILAH
His mouth drips, supple and wet. And he smells like s*x.
Unfiltered. Unadulterated. Unapologetic and pure.
That scent of soap and skin and rain. And Javi.
More sweet than sour, blended with more earth than spice. It’s fainter than cologne, milder than any aftershave. No artificial fragrance could duplicate this. This musk of masculinity.
It’s on me, all over me.
I don’t even realize that I too am soaking wet (on the surface and beneath) until he whisks wet strands of my brown hair from my small shoulders. He leans in, planting a kiss near my collarbone.
My heart is pounding.
He places a damp kiss on my forehead, and my knees almost buckle. He hesitates before bowing his head gently into me. And then…he puts his lips on mine.
Javi applies the softest pres
