Chapter 36
Its all about perception, really…
Delaney
Shifting me off of his body and onto the mattress. I let out an oomph as the weight of my body bounced, his heavy footsteps echoing in the quiet silence before he turned off all the lights.
Crossing the room to the large bay windows, he slid the heavy blackout drapes closed, blocking out all illumination from the full moon that previously lit the large space, plunging us into total darkness.
My senses heightened as the shadow of the night enveloped us both. I could suddenly smell the musk of his cologne that had been washed away by the ocean, and I could hear his heart thumping in his chest as he walked toward me where I waited, motionless on the bed.
I couldn’t see anything, but somehow he found his way straight to me.
I heard rustling of fabric for a brief moment and then he spoke for the first time since we entered this room, his words seductive and alluring behind his masculine growl.
“Delaney,” he paused. The mattress dipped where he climbed onto the bed. I felt him move until he was positioned over me. I leaned back, anticipating the need to recline but instead he cupped the back of my head, gently pulling me toward him to finally press our wanting bodies together.
“Be with me tonight.” His voice was calm and needy at the same time.
“Of course, Daddy,” I responded but for some reason it just didn’t feel right in this setting of what felt like emotional vulnerability.
“No, tonight I am Dallas and you, you are Delaney.” He whispered, his voice thick.
I reached up to touch his face expecting to feel the familiar feeling of fabric and silicone from the mask he wore but instead my fingers grazed the stubble of a groomed beard.
I ran my fingers along his square jaw trying to memorize what he felt like, knowing there wasn’t a guarantee I’d ever actually see him in this way.
I traced his lips with the pad of my thumb, they felt full and soft. I allowed my hands to roam and when they stopped at his ears I ran my finger down the cartilage feeling the harsh metal poles that penetrated his lobes as I counted 1,2,3,4,5 piercings.
I paused expecting him to stop me and take control again but he didn’t move.
I continued to explore his face curiously.
With one hand, I grazed the top of his head wrapping my fingers into the soft wavy curls.
When I closed my fingers and gave his hair a small tug, I couldn’t see him but something shifted and I swore I could almost feel his smile just before he smashed his lips into mine.
He held me tight kissing me hard with a desperation I matched.
It felt incredible, I didn’t ever want it to stop.
We devoured each other, his hands roaming my body leaving no spot untouched as our lips, tongue and teeth collided over and over again.
Pulling away only when the need to breathe forced us apart.
His breath was quick and eager as he started hurriedly pulling my clothes off one piece at a time.
I reached down to do the same for him. His swim trunks were much easier to get off than the belt and trousers he normally wears.
He kicked them off the rest of the way with a grunt when they stubbornly hung to his ankle.
“Mother fucker,” he huffed when they finally let loose.
I giggled at his obvious frustration, cupping his cheek with the palm of my hand, wishing I could look into his eyes, but even with my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, it was still too dark to make out any distinctive details.
He buried his face into my neck where he left soft, gentle kisses. A drastic change from the frantic, needy desperation he displayed in the beginning.
Things felt different from the other times we were together like this, I know he said he was him and I was me, but did it really make that much of a difference? So noticeably different, almost like I was with a completely different person.
My mind started to spiral with all the overthinking and confusion – was this emotion I was feeling?
I can’t possibly have feelings for a man who won’t even show me his face, and if I hadn’t already felt it in the dark I would think he was hiding some disfigurement or deformity, something other than the gorgeous face it felt to be.
My thoughts were disrupted, “Where are you, sweetheart?” he questioned.
I couldn’t help but smile knowing where I was.
“I’m right here,” I whispered.
Closing in on the space between his lips and mine. I pulled him in for another deep kiss. Tingles ran through my body as we connected in such an intimate way. I tried to shut my mind off so that I could enjoy this moment, a vulnerable moment I knew was fleeting.
His breaths came short and strained as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down my neck, then to my collarbone, heading towards my breasts. His movements felt controlled and calculated. When his lips pressed against my navel, I froze nervously, wondering where his next move would be.
When he gripped my thigh he pushed my legs apart further at the same time, and my hands instinctively found his. Having his face so close to my most private place made me suddenly very aware that I had been on the beach all day. Self consciously, I tried to close my legs.
“Do not hide yourself from me, Delaney,” he spoke softly but firmly.
“I didn’t shower,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
He nuzzled his nose right into my bathing suit bottoms, his face pressed firmly against my core. He breathed in loudly.
Releasing his breath abruptly he said, “You smell so fucking good, Delaney. Now move your legs, I want to taste you,” his voice laced with desire and lust, each word he spoke to me through gritted teeth.
I slowly moved my legs to the side as he wasted no time placing his soft lips against mine.
His tongue slipped out licking me from bottom to top, sucking my swollen bud into his mouth and lightly grazing it with his teeth.
My hips moved rhythmically in circles trying to mock the movements of his tongue against my clit.
I felt myself slipping when the building intensity started to become too much and I knew I was moments away from tumbling over the border into pure ecstasy.
Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside of me, pushing it in and out slowly, very slowly, contradicting the pace of his tongue.
The contrasting stimulation stirred something inside of me and within seconds I was plunging into an orgasm that seemed to ripple through every fiber of my being.
My body was squeezing his fingers as my release dripped all over his hand.
His tongue continued moving at a relentless speed against my clit until the sensitivity was unbearable.
I giggled, pushing his head away, trying to get him to show a little bit of mercy on me.
He chuckled as he raised his head, wiping the moisture from his face with the back of his hand.
“Mmm, you taste better than you smell.” He reached down and dipped a finger into my soaked pussy and brought it to my lips.
“Taste,” he commanded.
I pulled his hand to my mouth and wrapped my lips around his finger, licking it clean. I pushed his finger all the way to the back of my throat, and pulled it out slowly, leaving nothing behind.
He hissed, positioning himself at my entrance.
“You’re gonna be a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” He whispered.
“It’s all about perception, really,” I teased, just before he slid slowly inside of me, stopping once he reached the hilt of his shaft. The stretching sensation, while expected, still caught me off guard and made my back arch reactively.
He pulled out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him between my needy walls.
A small pleading moan escaped my lips when he reached the tip of his cock and paused.
He pressed his lips to mine, where the taste of me lingered on his tongue.
I felt his mouth curve into a smile then he slid my bottom lip between his teeth.
Without warning, he drives deep and hard into me. I gasped at the sudden and complete fullness, his lips still pressed against mine with an undeniable fervor as I melted beneath his powerful passion.