Chapter 18 A Fucking Natural
A FUCKING NATURAL
IVY
I wake up in that sort of still-half-asleep state where my body has entered the real world but my mind is still holding on to the dream it was enjoying before my REM cycle was interrupted.
Behind my closed eyes, I’m still laying in a strawberry field, watching the sunset as three figures—an adult with long, curly hair and two small children with pigtails and dirt on their bare feet—dance in a circle, laughing happily even though there is no music.
But in the real world, I’m met with the scent of toothpaste and morning, the after burn of the mint ghosting the delicate skin of my neck.
I stretch, exposing more skin, and then the feel of soft kisses trailing along my throat yanks the thread and pulls me fully into the land of the living.
My dream fades and I open my eyes, finding Delilah curled up at my side, her thigh slung over my legs and fingertips grazing my low belly while she kisses my neck and collarbone.
“Mmm, good morning, Lilah.”
“Morning, Vee,” she says between kisses. Her hand inches further, thumb tracing the underside of my breast.
“I never thought I’d wake up to you trying to cop a feel.”
“I never thought you’d believe me if I told you how much I wanted to.”
She cups my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure right to my clit.
Rolling on top of me, she takes my nipple between her lips and gives it a good, long suck before flicking the hardened peak with her tongue.
I can still feel the minty bite of her toothpaste, and it adds an extra tingling sensation to the delightful pleasure building inside me.
“Lilah, did you get out of bed just to brush your teeth before waking me up with kisses?”
“Of course I did,” she says as she switches to my other breast to give it equal attention. Her hair tickles my bare chest—I never got around to putting my shirt back on before falling asleep last night—and goosebumps erupt over every inch of my flesh.
“Baby, you don’t have to do that. I don’t care about morning breath, but if you do let me go brush my teeth so I can kiss you too.”
“Don’t you dare move,” she presses a hand to my stomach when I try to sit up.
“I had to brush my teeth because I’m pregnant and Little Bean gives me horrible indigestion, and that indigestion makes my breath smell like I’ve spent the night sipping the garbage juice from the bottom of the dumpster.
Now hush up, stop making me talk about gross and embarrassing stuff and let me pleasure you properly. ”
Well, when she puts it like that…
Who the hell am I to deny the woman what she wants?
I lay back and let Delilah continue her exploration of my body, allowing my reactions to guide her towards the things I like the most. I don’t want to put unneeded pressure on her to hit all the right spots and make me come like a champ right away, so I don’t give too much instruction other than an encouraging and genuine “yes” or “right there” when she finds a particularly sensitive spot to touch or lick.
When the time comes, I’ll give her any direction she needs, but for now, I’m content to lie back and let her play.
Lilah mentioned last night that even though I did get off, she realized it was mostly me using her body to masturbate and though we were too tired for more, she wanted me to know that she fully planned on being a more active participant in our sex life.
I told her that it didn’t matter to me because the orgasm I had last night was the strongest and best one I can remember, and that I’d happily use her leg as a sex toy for the rest of my life if she’d allow me.
I didn’t mention that I’d given myself another tiny orgasm while I was eating her pussy last night. The taste of her was too damn sweet, and the sound of her muffled moans and cries were too damn enticing for me to not press my fingers to my clit while I sucked on hers.
Delilah’s lips drift further down my belly, her tongue dipping into my navel and teasing the jewelry there.
I gasp and my hips buck involuntarily, causing me to press my core into her body.
The slight touch of her body against my pussy makes me groan and I want so badly to reach into the boxers I never took off last night and rub the ache away while I watch Delilah just look at me with that lust in her eyes, but I resist the urge.
She reaches the waistband of my boxers and pauses momentarily, as if she’s nervous about what she’ll find underneath.
“You don’t have to,” I say, and she lightly taps the side of my ass.
“I want to. Hips up for me, honey.”
Fuck, that naughty rasp in her voice is too much to bear.
I lift my hips and Delilah slowly pulls my boxers down, revealing the apex of my thighs inch by agonizing inch.
The sharp intake of her breath sends a wave of feminine pride through me as my pussy comes into view.
Like all the hidden spots on my body, I like a little bit of decoration under my panties.
My hair is groomed with a simple bikini wax, leaving a triangular tuft right in the middle.
I couldn’t care less about the presence of pubic hair or lack thereof with my partners—in fact, I tend to believe the more the better—but the tattoo at the top of my mound deserves attention when I’m naked so I keep my own hair waxed so I can show it off.
Delilah stares at my pussy for what feels like forever until I start to squirm under her scrutiny. Her tongue swipes over her lips, which part as she lets out a shaky breath.
“You have a strawberry tattoo on your pussy,” she whispers, never taking her eyes off me.
“I do. I got it a few years ago.”
It’s my only tattoo that is done in more than just black ink.
The tiny tat is about the size of a quarter, a juicy strawberry split in half to show off a pretty set of lips and a clit whose hood extends to the stem.
Devi inked it for me as a celebration of my sexuality and of femininity at large.
I wanted to capture the way you can find the beauty of the vagina naturally occurring everywhere in nature if you know where to look, as well as the poetry of fruit both bearing the seeds and sustaining the circle of life.
Why I chose a strawberry over any other fruit, especially when they don’t even rank in my top five favorite fruits? The answer is as pathetic as it is obvious.
“And your clit is pierced,” Delilah whispers.
“Mhmm,” I mutter, my thighs shaking with need as the seconds stretch on.
“Is it sensitive?” She finally meets my eyes, and I nod.
“Very, in all the best ways.”
She stares at me for an eternity. I desperately want her to do something—anything—to satiate the need building inside of me, but Delilah’s undivided attention on my most intimate parts is something intoxicating all on its own.
“You are so beautiful, Ivy. Your body…you’re scrambling my goddamn brain.”
The next moment feels like an eternity, and I watch in lusty awe as Delilah slides two fingers between her lips, wetting the digits before gently pressing them right above the hood of my clit and rubbing slowly.
My head falls back on a long moan, warmth radiating through my body as I finally get the friction I’ve been so desperate for exactly where I need it.
She explores my pussy just as slowly and attentively as she did the rest of my body, sliding her fingers between my folds, dipping into my entrance and tracing back up to bring my wetness up to my clit.
She gently fiddles with the barbell pierced vertically through my clitoral hood, wiggling it back and forth, up and down, and lighting up every nerve in that sensitive bundle until I don’t think I can take it much longer.
And just when I’m about to allow myself to fall over the edge I’ve been hanging on and let the gentle, rolling waves of a slow but steady orgasm sweep me away, Delilah does the unexpected.
She lowers her head and licks me from bottom to top and back again, just like I did to her last night.
“Lilah!” I gasp, my back bowing off the bed. My stomach twists into a delicious knot as she flicks my piercing with the tip of her tongue. “Fuck, Lilah, you—”
“Don’t tell me I don’t have to,” she cuts me off. “I want to eat you out so fucking bad. Please, Vee. I’ve thought about this so much, please don’t make me stop.”
Her bottom lip juts out into a luscious pout, brown eyes sparkling up at me with desperation and desire. Delilah might be the one with her head between my legs, but goddamn she has all the power. I think she might finally be realizing just how tightly I’m wrapped around her little finger.
“Oh, Lilah baby, you’re so pretty when you beg. I wasn’t going to tell you to stop. I was going to tell you how fucking hot you look between my legs. You want to eat my pussy, sweetheart?”
She nods furiously, little moans coming from the back of her throat like a begging puppy.
“Is this okay?” I ask, sinking my fingers into her curls and giving them a tight grip. I tug gently, possessively, the light touch sending a hot pulse of pure, unadulterated need straight through me.
“Yes. Use me. Show me how to make you come like this, please.”
A low moan rumbles through my chest. Fucking hell. She’s so damn sweet like this, pliable and desperate to please me. I could get used to having her at my mercy.
Although, who am I kidding? She’s the one who has me at hers.
Without another word, I gently shove her head back down and allow her to continue her ministrations with her tongue.
Again, I let my moans of pleasure guide her along with a little help from my grip on her head, guiding her face and lips in just the right way so I can grind to meet her licks and sucks.
Delilah is an excellent student who must have been paying close attention last night.
I didn’t realize I’d been teaching her, but she picked up on my moves and uses them on me like a pro.
She alternates between long, slow licks of my whole pussy and tight, focused flicks against my clit, allowing me to get so close to the edge I think I might burst before pulling back.
Delilah is a tease, and I tell her as much between wanton moans and frantic breaths.
Her silky tongue is the ultimate balm to my aching clit, dragging me higher and higher as she pulls on the knots in my stomach.
She sucks on my clit and I’m right there, so close to coming that I think I might cry and Delilah knows it.
She spears my pussy with two fingers and crooks them forward, massaging my inner walls and sending me spiraling.
Everything inside me tightens to a breaking point and then unspools all at once, sparks of pleasure ricocheting throughout my every nerve ending.
I can feel my wetness seeping past Delilah’s fingers and the slow, gentle way she worries my clit with her tongue, nudging me through the endless, overwhelming release.
When I finally return to earth, I glance down between my legs to find a rightfully smug and proud-looking Delilah staring back at me, my arousal glistening on her swollen, pink lips.
She lowers her face and presses the softest of kisses to my clit.
It’s so earnest and tender that it nearly brings me to tears.
“You,” I breathe, reaching for her and fumbling awkwardly until we’re finally face to face. “Are a fucking natural, Lilah baby.” And then I kiss her as she smiles brightly, cleaning the taste of me off her lips.
After I return the favor—twice—we stumble out of bed and to the kitchen, where Delilah sorts through the discarded stack of this week’s mail and I get started on breakfast. I’ve just poured the liquid eggs into a pan to start a scramble when I hear a fist slam down on the table top.
“That motherfucker,” Delilah hisses between her teeth.
I quickly turn off the burner and push the pan to the back of the stove so the eggs stop cooking.
She’s leaning over the table with a letter in her hand, looking like a sexy, pissed-off sixties housewife in her silky yellow robe and her hair tied up with ribbon on top of her head.
She presses a hand to her forehead, and one of the under-eye patches she wears in the mornings slides down her reddening cheek.
“What is it, Lilah baby?” I ask as I round the table and put an arm over her shoulder. But one look at the letterhead at the top of the paper gives me all the answers I need.
“It’s Earl. That son of a bitch is actually suing me for custody.”