Page 26 of XX Love Affair
She firmly pressed the small vibrator against her clit while the rest of her body rocked to the beat of Delia’s purposeful thrusts. Helena allowed her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her other hand became tangled in her hair and on the bedspread. Her thighs ached already, and her knees begged for mercy as they acted as the front line between Delia and the rest of Helena’s body. Sure, her core may be what took the brunt of Delia’s desire, but it was Helena’s knees that knew what exhaustion meant.
Because it wasn’t her pussy. That thing could go on all night long.
“Whose bed are you in, sweetie?” Delia’s nails scratched the length of Helena’s back, sending sparks of lightning through every limb and all ten of her toes. “And who has you pinned down to their bed?”
“Oh…” Helena tried to say more since God knew her brain wanted to play along with Delia’s game. Yet wasn’t it difficult to say anything except oh my god and don’t stop? “You!”
Delia’s thrusts slowed as she toyed with Helena’s depths. You’ve already claimed every inch of my pussy, ma’am. What’s stopping you from sending me over the edge? Some sense of decorum? “That’s right. You’re in the bed of Delia Benoist.” She fell forward, lodging the strap-on deep within Helena while smothering her with the upper body weight of a woman who desired to possess her. Go on. Make me yours. Somebody, anybody, claim this wayward spirit who hated the idea of floating from lover to lover as much as she detested the concept of being tied down to one person for the rest of her life. “And this is foreplay, you know. In my world, there is much more on the table once I’m tired of fucking you so indirectly.”
Delia left a heavy trail of kisses across the breadth of Helena’s back.
“When you’re in Delia Benoist’s bed,” she hissed into the small of Helena’s back, “you do as she says. You get rewarded for being obedient and punished for being a brat. So really, ask yourself and answer honestly… what do you want? To be rewarded? Or to be punished?”
“What if I told you I want both?”
“I’d say you’re a greedy woman who doesn’t know how to wait it out for the best pleasure of her life.”
That was where Delia was slightly off. Because Helena had been holding back her secret weapon, the one thing that would make her climax, with or without her partner’s permission.
“I’m enjoying myself quite immensely, ma’am.”
Her raspy breath had barely dissipated into the bed cover when she placed the vibrator directly on her clit. The highest setting burst to life, and the rest of her consequently transcended the mortal realm Delia continuously dragged her back into.
“Oh, god damnit!” Yet Delia was not held back from making her point. As Helena screamed as loudly as she dared into the bed, Delia resumed her relentless thrusts as if she wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass her by. “Don’t you dare wear yourself out! Do you hear me? I still want mine!”
Knowing that Delia intended to keep using Helena long after the thrusting stopped and the vibrator faded only made the moment sweeter. Helena wasn’t afraid to completely cut loose and fling her sexuality off the cliff of common sense. Her hips bucked against Delia’s, the deepest depths of her body happy to be ravaged until she couldn’t walk anymore.
She’d give Delia anything she wanted after this. Helena only wanted to establish that she was the real one in charge of this bedroom.
Delia Benoist’s bedroom. She liked the way that name knocked around her head. It was almost as good as some of the others she had cried out while in the throes of orgasmic bliss.
Delia pulled the vibrator out of Helena’s grasp and held both of her hands down on the bed. She was still inside of Helena, but the movement had stopped. Suddenly, Helena was aware of how awkward this might feel if they slightly moved in the wrong direction. But she also kinda liked awkward.
“You owe me big time for that,” Delia gasped as she finally pulled out. “I should put that tongue to work, since all it does is talk back to me.”
She untied the straps. Soon, Helena felt – and heard – the whole thing hit the bed beside her head. Helena pulled herself up onto the bed and made room for Delia to join her. “Like you said, I owe you. What do you want?”
Delia propped herself within her pile of pillows and motioned for Helena to get between her legs. “Pretend it tastes like ambrosia down there. Or fuck it, like chocolate. I don’t care. Whatever you want to eat all night.”
With labored breaths still pulling her deeper into her pillows, Delia presented herself in a way that made her meaning clear. Helena ensured her hair was out of the way as she moved her half-satisfied body between Delia’s legs and took a deep breath of her own before diving in. Although Delia hadn’t asked for it, Helena pushed a finger into her lover’s ready and waiting body. The way Delia lightly groaned and pulled a pillow over her face was exquisite.
Helena held on to that sensation. Like she held on to her good feelings of conquest and accomplishment as she put her bratty, back-talking tongue to work.
Remember, she thought while pretending she was talking to Delia, you promised to ride this ass all night.
She shoved that ass into the air as a silent reminder. Once Helena was done here, they still had unfinished business between her thighs.
Chapter 9
Delia was up before Helena, who remained wrapped snugly in the blankets, her hair cast over her face as she lightly snored.
She snored.
Who knew why Delia found that surprising? Or endearing, for that matter. Not like I have room to talk. Delia had been told more than once that she sometimes snored. Who didn’t? People without sleep apnea?
She made coffee and heated some instant oatmeal that was destined for some fresh blueberries she pulled out of her fridge. Rain pattered against her windows, obscuring the midwinter view of the river. Every time Delia glanced at the glass, she remembered walking in on Helena acting like a silly fool where anyone could have seen her.
As Delia stood before the window, watching the rain descend, her bedroom door opened.