31. Delilah
DELILAH
I heard his voice counting as I ran through the trees, heart pounding with a smile spread wide on my face.
It got softer the further I ran. Cain made me feel alive.
Like I could be completely myself with him without having to brace for his reaction.
Not once did he question me, hurt me, or make me feel stupid.
He let me be myself. Which is how it should have always been.
I wasn’t sure what this was between us, but I knew I liked it.
Maybe it was foolish to jump headfirst into something so soon after my freedom from John.
But this was Cain . The boy I’d been dreaming of all these years, finally back in my life again.
This time, no Kingston. No rules. Just us.
My knees ached with every step. One of the many lingering injuries, curtesy of John.
In the second year of our marriage, he’d taken a baseball bat to my knees and obliterated the bones.
What I had now, was a double knee replacement that was poorly healed, but I pushed through the familiar pain, determined to feel normal again.
A rustling of leaves had me dashing to hide behind a large pine tree that reached so high up in the sky that it obscured the brightness of the day.
Was it him? Or just an animal? I couldn’t be sure.
I strained my ears, but the rustling had stopped.
There wasn’t anything that I could hear except the thrum of my own heart and the panting of my breath.
This was the Cain that I’d missed. The one that had me playful and giddy.
The one I’d broke into John’s classroom with.
But getting to experience him now as an adult?
It’d unearthed a whole new level for me to appreciate and explore.
Like how he could unravel me with a simple touch.
Never in my life had I felt so seen and so turned on.
He knew exactly what I wanted and how to give it to me.
Another second later, and I decided the sound was a fluke, so I took off running, only to be tackled to the ground in a heap of leaves and see Cain wearing that hot as fuck mask as he wrestled my arms to the ground.
“Caught you,” he said, the mask muffling his words.
“That’s not how you play the game,” I replied, sounding winded, thoroughly enjoying the way his hips pinned me down. He was hard and the friction of his dick against my leggings was making me wet.
“How are we supposed to play?” he asked, reminding me of the first time we ever played this game. We never got far then either. It seemed the concept was wholly lost on Cain, but I wasn’t complaining. Not when his free hand had my leggings sliding down and his thumb found my clit.
“You’re supposed to take turns. You tag me. I tag you,” I said.
“My bad. Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pushing a finger into my pussy. His other hand still held my arms above my head, and I arched my back trying to feel more of him. Deeper.
I shook my head, panting hard. Fuck no. He needed to keep doing more of this. “That’s what I thought,” he said, sitting up on his knees and unbuttoning his pants. I watched, rapt, loving the way he wanted me so desperately.
“Turn around. I want to take you from behind,” he said, working the length of his cock.
I did as instructed, hands planted on the muddy soil with my leggings wrapped around my ankles. He lined himself up with my pussy and entered me in one hard thrust. I moaned so loud I swear I heard birds scattering in the trees above.
“You think you can run from me?” he asked, fucking me hard.
“You think there’s anywhere that you could go where I wouldn’t find you?” he smacked my ass then and I clenched around his length in surprise. It stung but in a good way.
“I will always find what’s mine, Delilah. Understand? Who do you belong to, baby girl?”
I moaned, surprised I was enjoying the degrading way he was talking to me. He leaned down next to my ear, that mask pressing against me. “Tell me, Delilah. Who do you belong to.”
The answer came quickly. “You,” I breathed out, feeling him rock in and out of my pussy. The truth was, I’d been his since I’d stepped foot at Kingston. The two of us finding one another in the darkest of circumstances. But he was mine just as much as I was his. We belonged to each other.
“That’s fucking right, you do,” he said, hips snapping wildly. “I’ll kiss, and fuck, and scrape every last trace of that bastard’s touch from your body. You’re mine.”
My breath stuttered in my chest at his words. And then, with a groan, I felt myself toppling over the edge into my orgasm. My breasts brushed the dirt and my fingers fumbled for purchase against the ground. I was delirious with need as the pleasure slammed into me, taking over my every sense.
Cain wasn’t far behind me, shooting his load into me. I felt his orgasm leak down the sides of my legs.
He rolled off me and looked up at the bright blue sky, chest heaving in and out.
He gestured for me to come to him, and I did.
He tucked me against his side, and I wrapped my arm around him, resting my head on his broad, muscular chest. We were a mess, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the fact that for the first time in my life, I felt truly and completely happy.
It was almost enough to quiet the gnawing pit of worry that something, or someone would snatch that happiness away from me. I just hoped that for once that I was wrong and the universe would let me have this.