Page 68 of Love is Strange
“Shit! I am so sorry. I didn’t realize you were that close.” I exclaim.
“It’s okay. Just water, right?”
“Still. I didn’t mean to make you all wet. Well, at least not like that.” I wink at her, hoping that she caught the hidden meaning behind that.
“Mrs. Jameson, someday I might just take you up on that. I’m sure you would be better than the boys at school.”
“First, you can call me Deena. Second, IknowI’m be better than the boys. What’s bothering you with this one?”
“Nothing that should be, I guess. I know I shouldn’t be worried about sex and that I should be focusing on my studies and blah blah blah as my parents would say but man…it would be nice to relieve some stress and not have to think about it all for just a few minutes. I know I shouldn’t even be thinking about it but seriously, Iamhuman.”
“What happened?” I ask, motioning for her to sit at the couch.
“We were supposed to yesterday, but he got too high and well... he couldn’t. After I got done laughing, I left.” She smiles. I’m sure it matches the smile she wore yesterday while laughing at the immature boy she was waiting on.How could he let her leave unsatisfied?
“Why not tonight then?”
“Why not tonight, what?” She crinkles her brows together. I can see the corners of her lips pulling up. She knows what I’m talking about and how bad I have been wanting her.
“Why don’t you let me see… how wet I can make you?” I say, scooting in closer toward her. Taking the dish towel I’ve been holding, I slowly start to pat her chest dry. Gently rubbing first left to right then up and down, making sure to spend extra time on her nipples. I can tell that she is thinking about it. Her nipples are rock hard, begging to be set free from her bra.
“I honestly thought you were joking. You're serious?” She says with a pause.
“Damn right I’m serious.” I say sternly, handing her the towel. I shift my weight to lean my arm back on the couch.
“I, uhm. I... don’t know what to say.”
“At this point, it’s either the cold water or your body telling on you, but I think you're interested, to say the least.” I point to the towel she's now using as a shield.
“I never… I never thought you were serious.” She says, the blood rushing to her face as she replays all the remarks I’ve said over the years.
“I don’t say things just to say them.”
“I would have no idea what I’m doing.” She half laughs but her tone drops with her gaze falling to the ground.
“I didn’t ask for you to do anything.” I whisper. Leaning in even closer, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks turn red again as I lean into kiss her. Gloss lingers on the surface of her delicate lips. They gingerly part allowing me to sneak my tongue inside.
I can’t wait to see what her other set glistens like.
As our kiss deepens, I switch between sucking her tongue and gently biting her lip. She slowly leans back and lies down on the couch, giving me full access to her body. Carefully, I balance over her, sliding my free hand up the middle of her stomach and under her shirt. She breathes in sharply as my fingers creep under her bra. I trail gentle kisses down her neck, taking my time as I pull her shirt and bra up further, showing off her perky breasts.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous” I tell her before deliberately nibbling on her nipple then sucking it into my mouth. The squeal she lets escape her makes my heart beat faster. I undo the zipper on her jeans and start to slip them down when I feel her freeze.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, lifting my gaze from her panties. Inside I’m begging her to let me continue, but if she tells me no, then I won’t hesitate to stop.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I’m just nervous.”
She helps me with her jeans, pulling her pink lace panties down with them and tossing them to the floor. Kneeling down in front of her, I knead her inner thighs before spreading them apart. I place one over the side of the couch and the other over the back. Spread open, she shines better than the gloss on her tender mouth. This view is better than what I envisioned many times while pleasuring myself.
Anxiously, I dive in, licking right up the center and suckling on her exposed clit. Sliding two fingers inside, I feel the wall of her pussy against my flesh, making me wet. She tastes better than I could have ever imagined. I plan to take my time; appreciating every moment I’ve waited so long for.
With every thrust of my fingers, I feel her barriers breaking down. She moves knowingly, moaning and breathing heavily. The harder she bucks beneath my hand, my own desires burn inside, the pressure building in intensity. I try to ignore the throb between my legs, but I cave to my own physical needs.
I pull my dress up and push my panties to the side. Using my free hand, I match the force and rhythm I’ve set with Delilah. Masking my own sounds so I focus on hers, I bury my face deeper between her legs, lapping at her desire as it pours from her body.
I picture that if there is a next time, I want the sounds coming from us to be screams, not just moans. I also wonder what her limits are, what all she will allow me to do to her. The thoughts rolling around in my head only add to the moment, fueling the fire.
It doesn’t take long before we both explode in a wave of ecstasy. Delilah puts one of the throw pillows over her face as she moans loudly, slowly bucking against my tongue, ensuring that she gets every last drop of her juices out and on my face.
