Page 19 of Her Wonderful Wonder Bell
“I’d like that too.” Her eyelids grow heavy as she begins to fold the edge of my skirt upward. “And I’d like to see if you printed off any of the more intimate items I picked out.”
I gently slap her hand away, giving her a reproachful look as I do so.
“Don’t curl the edges, you’ll ruin it. Let me do it.”
Delia watches with a fire that could turn my edges to ash as I stand in front of her carefully undoing each of the buttons holding my dress together. When it comes apart, I set the pieces on the chair next to me and pose for my sweetheart. The pale blue slip is so short it barely covers my goodies. It’s satiny and trimmedin bubblegum pink lace. I’ve got a matching pink garter holding up my stockings and when I move, I’m sure she can catch a glimpse of the pink panties I’ve got on. I swish my hips back and forth a little to make sure she can.
“Damn, I’m good at picking out clothes,” she says with a smirk as she leans back on her hands. “Come here, Bubbles”
Giggling at the damn nickname, I hop onto the bed and settle lightly onto Delia’s lap, one leg on each side of hers. She lifts the hem of my slip and peeks underneath, raises an eyebrow, and makes an approving sound.
“Hey,” I say with a laugh. “Might as well just take it off.
She shrugs. “Might as well.”
A sigh breaks free from my lips as Delia begins to kiss my neck. The throbbing it immediately causes between my legs has me scrambling to unlace the side of my slip. Shortly after I’m sliding it onto the floor and Delia’s moved to kissing my lips. I run my hands over her smooth hair and the sides of her face. She breaks the kiss and pulls back to look me over.
When she takes in my pink lingerie, she grins. “Yep, I’m good at shopping for you.”
“Let me see you,” I say as I tug at the edges of her shirt.
“Okay,” she says. She kisses the tip of my nose and looks me straight in the eyes. “Don’t be weird.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. Of course, I wouldn’t be anything but kind to her.
“Just—” She sighs. “Let’s just take things as we go. I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable with something. Okay?”
“Of course.” I stroke her cheek. “Always.”
Delia kisses me softly before lifting her shirt over her head. I lean back and my eyes widen as I see my beautiful darling in front of me. The first thing that catches my eye are the pieces of metal going through her nipples. I certainly didn’t expect that, but it’s not unpleasant. I’ll come back to those.
I don’t mention the scars across and down her center, but I can’t stop myself from reaching out and touching one. I drag my finger all the way along the white line from the edge of her shorts to herbellybutton.
“Accident,” she says softly. “When I was a kid. Same reason my back’s all messed up.”
I gently tug on the little barbell in her nipple and raise a questioning brow. Delia hisses and grabs my hand.
“Not from the accident. Fully intentional,” she says with a laugh.
“Did that hurt?”
“Not one bit.”
I tug, a bit harder this time, on the other piercing. Delia bites her lip and groans.
“Fuck, Pearl. I’m sensitive. Be careful.”
“Careful? Like this?” I ask as I tug both piercings at once, leaning in to kiss her as I do.
Delia moans into my mouth as I rub, pull, and tease her nipples. I’ve never been with a woman who was this sensitive in that area, and I have to admit I find it exciting. She writhes under my hands and for the first time since I’ve been revived, I feel like I have some kind of control. Soon enough though she stops my hands and breaks our kiss.
The look in her eyes is desperate as she says, “I need to fuck you. Now.”
She begins to move as if to lift me from her lap but stops.
A look of concern dulls the fire in her eyes as she asks, “Wait, they had—never mind, of course they did. One sec.”
She gets up then, heads to her closet, and pulls out a black bag. It has straps and looks like something one would carry to the woods or in the army.
