16. Robert
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Robert
Delia looked down at my hand with an intensity that made my heart thump. I hated that she’d ever been hurt, and I hated even more that some of that hurt was by me. Looking at her beautiful, big brown eyes and the strand of strawberry blonde hair that fell perfectly over them, I wanted to hold her and protect her from all the evil in the world.
She had almost been killed tonight. I didn’t know that for a fact, but seeing that man’s hands reach out for her had sent shivers down my spine. I felt healed in a small way that life had led me to saving her. I couldn’t save my wife, but life had led me to Delia in that exact moment, when she was all alone and helpless.
I reached across the counter and pushed the strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.
She visibly shivered, and I hid a smirk by looking down. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her breathing deepening, her chest rising and falling. I kept my hand on the side of her face and slightly stroked her cheek with my thumb.
Delia’s eyes searched mine, looking back and forth between them, and I moved closer to her, inching to make sure that she wanted it.
And then she inched closer to me, too, and before I could even think about it, about all the regrets that I had had after our first kiss, I was doing it again.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she moaned quietly, her hands flying to my face to cup my jaw. Her hands felt so small on my face, her fingers so thin. I reached up and held her hands against me, wrapping them in mine, fitting my fingers between hers.
I broke the kiss for just a moment so that I could come around the counter, and her eyes were so big as she stood up to meet me.
I wrapped my arms around her back and crushed her against me, feeling her breasts flatten against my chest. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest, and my mouth watered, thinking of sucking on them as my lips explored hers. I nuzzled her face to open her mouth wider and sucked on her bottom lip.
Delia’s breaths were quickening, and I could feel the flush of her body. My hands moved down her curves and grabbed her ass to squeeze her cheeks. The fabric of her work shorts was so thin, and I already wanted to pull them to the side and feel her pussy, feel the lips that I knew were already wet.
Her kisses grew in intensity, and her moans grew louder. As I moved one of my hands up to clamp over her mouth, she looked up at me, and I whispered into her ear, “You have to be quiet. My daughter is sleeping. Do you understand?”
She nodded against my palm, and I let her go to kiss her again, my hands back on her ass.
I slid my finger across her slit from outside of her shorts. She was already soaking wet through them, and I pushed my digit further into her, listening to her hold back her moans against my mouth as I fed the fabric into her pussy.
“Robert, I don’t know how quiet I can be,” she whispered into my neck, and my cock twitched when she said that, knowing how turned on she was and how badly she wanted to cry out.
I pulled her shorts to the side and slid my finger into her. She was so sloppy wet that it easily moved inside her, and she groaned quietly. I fucked her little hole with the digit of my finger for a few more minutes until her mouth fell open, and she could no longer kiss me back.
I watched that perfect, beautiful, innocent face turn red as I pummeled at her pussy with my finger, pressing my hand all the way to her crack as I did.
She squelched noisily, and her juices dripped down to my wrist. Her eyes and neck rolled back, her face now turned toward the ceiling. At that moment, I grabbed her hair at the base of her neck, murmuring in her ear, “Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped open, and her mouth stayed frozen open, her eyes wide, as she tried to keep eye contact while I fingered her. She was so warm and wet, exactly how I’d imagined her, and her slick pussy lips overlapped against my hand as I continued to jackhammer at her delicate insides, feeling the pliable muscles contract with pleasure.
She murmured, “Please,” while she looked straight at me, and my cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my slacks. Having Delia beg for me made me want to explode.
I pulled her against my body and said, against her ear, “Please, what?”
“I want you,” she whined, and I smirked against her face.
I slid my finger out, feeling the trail of juices that came with it, and she gasped at the sudden exit. I knew she felt empty, and she started to grind against me as she mewed uncomfortably, kissing my neck desperately.
I picked her up and set her down on the chair she had been sitting on. Her eyes closed bashfully, her hands resting on my shoulders as I pulled those little shorts down, finally getting what I wanted.
As much as I had tried to push this feeling aside, I had been wanting this all along. I had been wanting to feel her from the inside and to see what she looked like naked. I had imagined it so many times. She had infiltrated my dreams.
It almost made it feel like this was a dream.
I pulled her shirt up over her breasts, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra under her shirt. Her beautiful, perky breasts fell out of the bottom of her skintight shirt, and I groaned, looking at her as I sank to my knees on the floor in front of her.
I looked up at her as I separated her thighs, and she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back as I fit my face between her legs. I kissed her freckled thighs until I got to the crease that separated her leg from her pelvis. She giggled slightly, pushing on my shoulders, and I smiled up at her as I kissed her again.
I nuzzled my nose between her pussy lips, inhaling her musky scent. She gasped at my touch and squeezed her thighs tight on either side of my face. I slapped her thighs aggressively, digging my fingers into her flesh, and looked up at her from between her thighs. “Keep your legs open,” I growled, pushing her legs apart.
She nodded quietly, and her fingers drifted toward her nipples, pinching them as she looked down at me.
My hands wrapped around her ass cheeks, pulling her hips toward me so that I could bury my face as deeply into her as possible, lapping at her center for a bit. I didn’t move my tongue inside her, only licked at the hole, keeping my tongue as flat as possible.
Delia shuddered underneath my tongue, and her thighs shook with the effort of keeping them open. I looked up at her beautiful brown eyes watching me, her breasts spilling over her fingers as she pinched and squeezed at her slightly brown nipples.
She had a freckle on the right side of her hip that looked like a delicacy from where I was. I held my tongue out and dragged it across her wet slit, tasting her tangy juices.
I moved my nose across her clit for a moment, inhaling, smelling her scent, before I twirled my tongue around her clit. She let out a small scream before seeing me jerk back, and she clamped her hand over her mouth quickly.
I stood from my knees, and she shook her head, her hand still over her own mouth. I stood between her legs and removed her hand from her mouth. She whispered, “Sorry. Please don’t stop.”
I pulled her off the chair and turned her around, pushing her over onto her stomach across it. I leaned over her as I unbuckled my belt and whispered into her ear, “Didn’t I tell you to stay quiet?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, and I moved my hand between her legs from behind, pushing two fingers into her. She let out a small groan mixed with a whine, and my cock grew as I felt how soaked her cunt was.
“And were you quiet?” I pushed my slacks down and let them fall to the kitchen tile, my belt clanging against it.
“No,” she whined, bending one knee and then the other.
“Pull your ass cheeks open, I want to see you from this angle.” She paused, not moving from her spot, and I repeated, “Delia, open up your ass for me.”
Her hands moved slowly to her cheeks, and she spread them for me, showing all of herself to me. I groaned, my cock in my hand, and looked at those tight openings.
I started to move my hand up and down my shaft, feeling the veins in my shaft raised against my dry palm. I wanted her wetness all over me, wanted to feel her pussy clench around me, wanted to feel her juices squirt all over my shaft.
“That’s good. You’re a good listener,” I assured her, steadying her by placing my hand flat against the small of her back, and then rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet opening.
“Should I get a condom?” I asked, teasing her spot with my dripping head.
“No, I have an IUD. Please… just fill me up.”
I didn’t need her to ask again. I whispered, “Cover your mouth,” and pushed the rest of my shaft into her, all the way to the base.
She let out a loud scream against her palm, and I enjoyed knowing how much she loved it as I started to thrust rhythmically.
Fuck, this is Delia. You’re fucking Delia.
The thought kept whirling through my mind as I looked at her smooth back, her freckled ass, and the back of her strawberry blonde head.
The thought whirled in my head as I shoved my cock as deep into her as I possibly could, and then as I started to fuck her hard and fast, holding onto the counter to steady myself as I did.
Her ass pressed against my pelvis, bouncing beautifully as I moved inside her, and I could feel her tightening around my member as I grew harder and bigger inside her.
Her moans got more insistent against her hand, and I finally laid across her back and told her, “Don’t fucking move your hand.” I pinched her nipples and moved into her hard, making the chair rock on two legs. She tipped her head back, tears in the corners of her eyes.
She reached up with the hand that wasn’t occupied with keeping herself quiet and grabbed the back of my head. She looked at me with those brown eyes as I moved wildly inside her, and the prolonged eye contact filled me with a feeling of sick intimacy. It hurt my stomach. I loved it.
I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand so that I could kiss her as I fucked her, slowing down with the undulation of her pelvic muscles, feeling the rhythm that she wanted internally.
She sighed into my mouth, and our lips met perfectly as our tongues slid around each other.
She was so wet that my cock was gliding inside her without any trouble, and I could hardly keep my entire length in her, it was so slippery. She moaned almost drunkenly, with no start or end to it, an endless loop, and I felt her orgasm coming.
Delia’s pussy was getting loose, the muscles contracting wildly, and I felt my own building, knowing that she felt that good.
“Can I cum inside you?” I asked, but before I could get an answer, she started cumming, crying out as we kissed, our mouths open.
Her face dropped back down to the chair and she said, “You can do whatever you want to me.”
She couldn’t have said anything more perfect. I ejaculated like a wild man, holding her body tight against me and emptying ropes of cum against her walls.
We lay there for just a moment, breathing wildly, sticky from our juices and our sweat, and then eventually, I felt her stir, so I stood up and helped her to her feet.
“Can we go to your bedroom?” she asked shyly, holding herself in a hug.
And I wanted to give that to her. I wanted to bring her to bed, hold her, and reassure her that I hadn’t just used her. But as I considered it, I started to think of the handcuffs still cuffed to the bedpost, the chair still next to the door, and the sleeping pills on my nightstand.
The panic over her seeing how truly damaged I was began to rise, and I kissed her tenderly on the lips, hoping that that was enough to let her know it wasn’t personal when I said, “My driver can take you home.”
Her eyebrows pulled in together, and I saw something shut in her expression. She went from looking like a vulnerable young woman who had just had amazing sex with me to someone who wanted to get out of my house as soon as possible.
“Are you serious?” she scoffed, bending over to grab her shirt and pulling it over her head. “You said you had a guest room,” she said sourly.
“I do, but I just thought after we… that you’d want to sleep with me in my bed. And I don’t think ?”
She rolled her eyes and didn’t say anything.
I scrambled to come up with an excuse that didn’t let her know about the set up I had in my bedroom. I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want her to know just how fucked up I really was.
I pulled my pants up over my legs and continued, “I just think that’s best. I’ve got a daughter here, and I just…”
“Well, who was with your daughter when you were driving around town following me?” she asked sharply, as she jammed her feet into her shorts.
“With the nanny,” I answered, just as sharply. We were cutting each other back and forth so soon after sex, and I didn’t like it. “And I don’t like what you’re implying.”
“I’m not implying anything,” she sneered. I didn’t like her delicate features screwed up that way either. It hurt me to see the anger on her face.
“So you’re saying it? You’re saying that I’m a bad father or something?”
“I’m saying it seems like this was all an act to get into my pants. I don’t need your driver to take me home. I’ll get an Uber.”
She reached for her purse to look for her phone, and I watched her anxiously, my chest tightening.
I reached to take her phone, and she jerked away from me, so I said simply, “Really, Delia, you don’t have to do that.”
“Just…worry about your daughter, Robert. Seems like she needs you.” I knew she didn’t mean it in a way that was against my daughter, but I’d never had anyone say that my daughter needed me negatively before. It squeezed my heart and wrung it dry. I could feel my throat closing, the saliva disappearing from my mouth.
She clicked a button on her phone and started to walk away from me. It was over that quickly.
“Delia,” I whispered harshly, my voice carrying through the hallway, but I heard her open the front door and close it behind her. Although she had sounded angry that I was worried about my daughter seeing her in the morning, she still shut the door quietly so that she wouldn’t wake her.
I knew she was upset, and I knew I should follow her and kiss her and explain it to her, but I just couldn’t. I felt frozen to the spot with my own fears and insecurities.
Jeremy was right. Fear really was trauma’s best friend. This was the right thing to do. It was dangerous for her to sleep in the same bed as me. Even the same room as me wasn’t safe.
Besides, maybe this was for the best. Maybe now we’d gotten it out of our systems, and our respective relationships with Jeremy could go back to normal.
Maybe.
Except that I was already thinking of her getting into an Uber filled with my cum.