Page 43 of XX Love Affair
“Make me everyone’s pet.”
It was a good thing Delia harbored no fantasies of having a girlfriend who was hers in every common sense of the world. If, for some confounding reason, this thing with Helena lasted beyond a few weeks or months, theirs would never be a conventional romance. Good thing I don’t like conventional. Delia played the monogamy game for as long as it kept her current girlfriend happy. She had dallied in swinging, ethical non-monogamy, and the kind of fuck buddy relationships that had people pointing fingers at the mirror when they all ended up at the same club event. Her friends like Tiffani joked that the only way Delia would ever get married, let alone for love, was if her wife was willing to bring home what they called “lost puppies” every other weekend.
The problem wasn’t that Delia was honest with herself. The problem was that maintaining that kind of relationship was a lot of work, and she could be a lazy shit when relationships got hard, never mind boring.
“You think you’re good enough for that?” Delia dragged her forehead down the length of Helena’s back, tongue dancing against the sheer fabric separating it from sweaty, salty skin. “Is your ego so big that you think you can be the biggest, hottest bitch in the room? The one everyone wants to have a piece of without even knowing your name? Or caring, for that matter?” Her finger rubbed the waiting entrance to Helena’s beautiful body. “Tell me the truth. I don’t suffer liars in any bed I’ve paid for.”
“Yes,” Helena said between swallows of her saliva. “I am that good.”
She shot forward with a satisfied moan as Delia penetrated her with a stiff middle finger. “I’ll be the judge of that, sweetie. Remember you’re a nobody from Washington. Captain of the varsity soccer team, my ass.” Her other hand smacked Helena. Her whole body tightened, locking Delia’s finger deep in the depths of her partner’s pussy. “Every year some girl matching your description comes through town, and every year we forget her. What do you have that they don’t? Your novelty will wear out before your body does. Where will you be then?” She gently pushed another finger into Helena, delighting in how her body naturally rejected her after so much pressure. Yet when Delia made it in, it was to the happy sounds of a woman who hadn’t felt this good in a long time. “Working in your uncle’s construction company, running the front desk and taking calls from nobodies while you freeze in the office trailer.”
Delia didn’t know where that specific example came from, but she could see it in her mind. Even in her own family, there were tales of cousins who weren’t as privileged as hers, stuck in nowhere Virginian and Pennsylvanian towns that did their best to get by during hard economic times. Eustace sometimes tossed them a loan he never intended to collect, but Delia knew one thing: the poorer the Benoist, the bigger their pride.
She had a feeling Helena’s family wasn’t much different. Her family is military, or something. Neglected girl who had to move around a lot. Rigid household where emotions were for other people. Was Delia doing this right?
Someone could as easily psychologically strip her down as well. Some had.
But this wasn’t about Delia. This was about Helena – the West Coast girl who had made her way to New England, and God knew why.
To sleep with me, obviously.
The lovely sound permeating the hotel bed almost made Delia forget why they were there if it wasn’t for pleasure. For that, Helena had to be punished again.
Nothing like a good thwack on the ass to remind her of why she was there.
“Ah!” Helena was on the brink of devouring the pillow now beneath her face. Her inner walls were so tight on Delia’s fingers that she wondered why she ever had any other kind of sex. What a nice way to live in the present. So what if she forgot Helena a year from now? Right now, in this diabolical moment, they were one. How more human could it get?
Delia spanked her again, this time without a vocal prompt. Helena screamed into the crevasse between pillows, every muscle contracting around Delia until she barely felt her arm.
Yeah, that’s the good shit.
Delia taunted her with slow-moving fingers before admitting that Helena had climaxed and she needed a break. Not that it bothered Delia. She admired the view beneath her and contemplated how she might coax Helena to pleasure her in turn.
Helena rolled over onto her back, her mussed dress and curly hair a sight to behold as she kept her legs open and oscillated between offering Delia heady eyes and retreating into the back of her mind.
Delia leaned in close. “I bet you’re ready for anything.”
Helena lightly chuckled. “Just about.”
“Good. Because I have the perfect role for you.”
She undressed most of her clothing, keeping her blouse and bra while feeling up Helena when she had a moment to spare. The younger woman did not care that she was soon on the receiving end of Delia’s thighs, coming straight for her face.
“Give me a spank back if you can’t breathe, sweetie.” Delia was nothing if not considerate as she lowered herself onto Helena’s face. Sweet memories already. It vaguely reminded her of the night they met. Yet instead of a sixty-nine, this was completely about Delia’s pleasure, her hips gyrating as she pressed her chest against the hotel headboard.
If this was heaven, she didn’t want to fall back to Earth. Nor did she want to abandon the angelic choir that echoed in her head with every squeak of the bed and every pant in her chest.
Delia Benoist had been ensconced in some incredible affairs before, but this one… this one had the power to break her.
So, let me shatter. She was not kind to Helena’s face, nor was she nice to her own soul as she descended into the fiery chaos of hell and everything it had to offer a sinful pair like them. In time, she might even get used to the heat.
As soon as she finished staking her claim on this lovely face.
Chapter 15
Helena didn’t like to show the world how outwardly chuffed she was. The less people read her emotions, the better, not that she ever knew what she felt half of the time.
But she knew she was content. For the first time in a long while.