The atmosphere in the living room felt warm and heavy with lust. Delilah lay half naked on the sofa, her white dress slipping off one shoulder and revealing her full breasts and hardened nipples.
I knelt in front of her, licking and sucking one nipple with relish while my hand squeezed the other breast. Her soft, skilled fingers stroked the hard bulge beneath my pants, making my cock throb with desire.
"Ahh… Adam, darling… slowly…" Delilah moaned hoarsely, her fingers pressing harder.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Ding dong.
We paused and looked at each other. Delilah looked mildly annoyed, though her cheeks were flushed with arousal. With her dress open and her breath unsteady, she looked ripe and intoxicating.
"I'll get it," I said reluctantly as I stood up. With quick movements, I pulled up my slightly lowered pants and fastened them, stifling a small groan as my rigid cock was suddenly confined again.
