Page 39 of XX Love Affair
“No…” Helena ran her finger beneath her handwriting. “Nope. Didn’t do that one. Or that one.” She turned a page. “I did get an idea for another one, though.”
“Ooh, tell me.”
“I kept imagining someone opening that closet and pulling me in. You know. To go at it.”
“Who? Me?”
Helena’s glance implied that Delia shouldn’t flatter herself so much. “A stranger would be hotter.”
“A stranger! Some of the things you girls come up with blows my mind. Even nine years ago I wouldn’t have thought of that. Would’ve much preferred whatever honey I was dating to be the lucky one that night. Guess that’s why I’m a serial monogamist.”
“Fine. You, then.”
“Damn right it’s me you’re thinking about.”
While Helena wrote something in her notebook, Delia gave in to her handsy temptations, feeling up every part of her date currently within her grasp. Helena tolerated it to the point she gradually opened her thighs, inviting Delia to rub her where it was warmest while planting a kiss on the side of her neck. I may be ready… I may be tipsy… Helena hadn’t been much of a drinker that night, choosing a single glass of wine before wanting nothing but flavored water afterward. Delia, however, preferred some liquid lubrication before talking to everyone around her. Makes me more engaging. Cuter, even! The world expected gregarious Delia Benoist, a woman who may be short in stature but made up for it in great, outstanding vibes.
And she intended to fuck her date that night. Even sobering up wouldn’t prevent that!
“So, what do I get tonight?” Helena flopped back against the couch, legs still open. Delia wrapped her hand around the thigh beneath her fingers and squeezed as hard as she could. Helena slightly flinched. Already, Delia’s imagination plummeted to the kind of kinky deeds they could commit, with or without the proper equipment. Damnit, I should probably sober up. She couldn’t let her imagination get away from her, no matter how tempting it was to call the front desk of the hotel and order a box of sex toys from the nearest shop.
One pair of handcuffs… some nipple clamps… a flogger… Three things she probably shouldn’t be using until she was a bit more clearheaded. Still horny, but clearheaded.
“Whichever one you want, sweetheart.” Delia gave in to the giggle crowning her throat. “Pick something off your list. The only stipulation is that it has to be within my power to grant with what we’ve got right now.” She bit her lip in anticipation of what Helena might say. “Assuming there’s something vanilla enough in there that you haven’t done yet.”
“I know you didn’t pack much of anything.”
“Well! Listen to her, calling me out. I had to take my bags to work with me, you know. Did you think I was going to fold up a spreader bar in there? I’ve got one boss, and he probably would have seen it within three hours.”
Helena’s gaze lingered on something in the middle of the page. “I suppose screwing me in the stairwell is out.”
“The stairwell?”
“I’ve always wanted to do it in some unsexy place. That’s what makes it sexy.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Have I done it with an audience in the club? Duh. But people are expecting that there. I want to have sex in a bathroom stall. Or the elevator. The coat closet at a party when everyone is out there having fun and listening to bad karaoke around the piano.”
“Is this about the element of being caught?” Delia almost chortled. “Because it’s not fun. Been there, done that. People get angry when you rope them into your kinks without consent.”
“I don’t want to get caught. I want to be so irresistible that my partner can’t wait until we’re back in our room to touch me.”
“Duly noted. Don’t suppose there’s something about the shower in there? I might need one before bed.”
“Trust me, I’ve done it in the shower before.”
“Who hasn’t? That’s not the point. I could tie you to the shower faucet and coronate you the orgasm queen.”
“That’s too specific. Why would it be in here?”
“I remember you have something in there like have people vote on what gets done to me next and you want to talk about specific?”
“Fine. You pick something.”
The notebook was soon in Delia’s hand, which prevented her from doing what she really wanted. Put this hand all over her. Helena mildly pouted on her end of the couch, knee wafting through the air as her skirt slowly rode up her thigh. Delia already knew that her date wore the same thong she had the night they met. So, hardly anything at all. Beautiful.
“Let’s see…” Delia cleared her throat as she attempted to take Helena’s request seriously. “What’s left in here that only one person can achieve?”