Delilah has thought about me.
Delilah hasthoughtabout me.
Delilah has thought aboutme.
Holy shit balls, I did not see this coming. All this time I’ve been suppressing my attraction and fighting like hell to avoid the ‘lesbian falls in love with her best friend’ stereotype and all the while, Delilah was crushing on me and trying to convince herself she wasn’t? She was thinking about me while she got herself off?
The irony of it all is almost cruel.
And does she still think about me when she gets herself off?
It’s not the most pressing question I have right now, but it’s the answer I’m most desperate for.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I was scared that I actually was confused and if I told you or made a move and realized I wasn’t into it, that I’d lose you. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t lose you or make you feel used or like you were just some experiment I had to get out of my system, so I kept it to myself.”
I don’t know if Delilah realizes that she’s begun lightly rocking her hips, but the feel of her ass dragging against the tops of my thighs is mesmerizing and completely distracting. Still, I find myself gripping her hips tighter, quietly urging her to keep going while drinking in the sound of her breathing.
“Lilah, have you ever been with a woman?” The words taste like ash on my tongue, but I have to know. A small part of me is upset that she’s been lying to me all this time and even though I need to know what else she’s been keeping from me, I refuse to get mad at her. Getting angry would make me a hypocrite. I’ve been keeping my feelings about her to myself for years. I can allow her to have her secrets as well.
“Sort of. There was this girl, Ashley, in my European Art History class sophomore year in college. We used to get together to study and make out in her apartment. And there were a couple of times where we’d go to a party and then go back to her place and masturbate together, but we never actually touched each other. I tried to take it further once, but she blew me off. She said just because we liked to make out and watch each other come didn’t mean we were lesbians. She said it was just college girl stuff, alcohol, whatever. I don’t know. It made me question myself and my feelings. And after that I definitely couldn’t tell you what I’d been thinking, because what if I only liked kissing girls but not having sex or being in a relationship with them? Like I said, I was confused for a long time. And then I was confused and married for an even longer time.”
“And now?”
“Now,” Delilah leans forward and touches her lips to mine. Not a kiss, but a promise of something I’m desperate for more of. “Now, I’ve kissed you, Vee. I know what your mouth tastes like. I know what you feel like when you’re pressed against me at night. And I know that there is nothing confusing or heterosexual about the things I’m dying to do to you. There’s nothing friendly about the way I want to hold your hand and kiss you and call you mine. And there’s certainly nothing straight about the way I want to get you out of these clothes and find out if you’re as sweet everywhere else as your lips.”
This time when Delilah touches her mouth to mine, it's to nip at my bottom lip. The bite sends a lightning bolt of lust straight through me, igniting every nerve ending and turning me into a live wire. I slip my hands into the waistband of her silk sleep shorts, letting the molten heat of her skin fan the flames of my desire.
There’s so much I need to know, so much we need to talk about. We’re standing on the precipice of a fall that is bound to change everything and even though I know that I need to think before I jump, Delilah finally—finally—kisses me and nothing else matters anymore.
It’s hotter than the kiss this afternoon, because this one isn’t for show. There’s no easing into it. It’sfrantic, the way we come together. All teeth and tongues and short fingernails digging into flesh. Delilah tastes like sunshine and strawberries and her minty toothpaste, and when I suck the tip of her tongue between my lips, the vibration of her moan sends a rush of arousal through me, dampening my inner thighs.
She claws at me, scratching my neck and scalp as she buries her fingers into my hair as though she’s trying to pull me closer, or maybe climb inside of me. Her bump and the way she’s straddling both my legs instead of just one makes it impossible for her to press her core against me the way I know she wants to from how she wiggles.
“You want to be mine, Delilah?” I murmur against her lips, unwilling to pull away long enough for her to change her mind. I can feel her nod, can hear her affirmation in the way she whines into the kiss. I slide my hands further down until I can get two good, full grips on her unctuous ass cheeks, then stand and deposit her on the bed in one fluid motion that even I’m surprised I pulled off.
Delilah yelps when she bounces against the mattress, her pupils wide and blow out with lust when I spread her legs and crawl between them until I can settle my thigh over pussy and tease her with the promise of friction.
“Vee, what are you doing?” She breathes when I ghost my lips along one breast and then the other, grazing my teeth over her nipple through her bra.
“I’m doing what I do best, Lilah. I’m taking care of you.”
17
THE MOST OBVIOUS BONER
DELILAH
I don’t know whether to be delighted or humiliated that I feel a greater sense of sexual satisfaction in this moment than I did during my entire marriage to Earl. Ivy, my Ivy, is on top of me, kissing me, cradling my face and flicking my tongue with hers, teasing me with the barbell and?—
“Fuck!” I cry out as a shockwave of pleasure rolls through me. Ivy shifted her weight just enough to put the perfect amount of pressure on my clit, and now I’m gasping, panting, grinding against her thigh like a wanton mess because nothing has ever felt this good.
Delighted. I am most definitely delighted.
“You’re so sensitive, Lilah. I haven’t even touchedyou and you’re making all these beautiful noises.” Ivy trails her lips down my jaw, along my neck, over my collarbone. I arch up into her, wanting more, wanting everything, even the things I don’t know how to ask for.
She looks so unbearably sexy like this, with her lips all wet and swollen from our kisses and her normally bright eyes dark with desire. Her teeth graze my breast and I have to bite my lip to keep myself quiet. Or at least quieter. The last thing we need is Sadie waking up and interrupting this moment. “Are you always like this? All horny and needy, or is the pregnancy making you squirm from almost nothing?” She sucks my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and it’s too much. Or maybe it’s not enough, but either way I’m scrambling, reaching behind me to unclasp the ugly pregnancy bra that squeezes my boobs too tight and flinging it across the room.
