Chapter 20 - Hunter
Pausing on the kiss, I'm stalling for time only to make sure Delilah is ready to cross this threshold with me. Even if she's said it, I need to see it, and I see it in her eyes when I find them glossed over with dark, unabashed lust.
Carding my fingers through her hair, I watch as she bites her swollen bottom lip, and I savor the deliciousness of her essence mixed with the richness of the fruit she just ate.
Staring at me as if she's seeing through my soul and speaking to it telepathically while she bats her eyelids seductively has my cock throbbing with a desire I've never felt before.
It's unlike anything I've experienced, and I was so certain that I felt the height of my existence between Delilah's thighs. Yet, here she is, speaking life into my being as she stares into my eyes, and it's simply because I've opened up to her.
There aren't any walls holding me back, keeping me from finding the truth in her eyes. Absentmindedly, I touch the single gray strand on Delilah's head, my heart clenching with a pulse so tight it’s as if she wrapped her fingers around the organ and squeezed.
The seconds freeze over to clear my mind enough to realize that I am in love with Delilah. I've always been in love with her; I was just too caught up in my past to make sense of it.
Now that I know, our next kiss feels more intense, more profound as my lips crush against the lips of the woman I love.
Every nerve fiber in my being ignites with a fire that's been buried for so long that it feels as if it spans lifetimes of denial until I was truly ready to take the leap and discover my undying love for her.
My hands stroke her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her dress as her arms wind around my neck. I sigh on the kiss as if it's the last breath I'm taking, but it's only the first when she breathes life into me until we somehow land on the blanket, our limbs tangled.
The kiss is hot, passionate, and desperate as my greedy, hungry tongue devours her mouth.
I slide my hand to the apex of her thighs, applying pressure with the heel of my palm on her pelvis.
She moans into my mouth, breathing more arousal into me through the vibrations as I find the waistband of her panties and slip my fingers underneath.
Her folds are drenched with arousal, her slick coating my fingertips as I stroke her warmth, my cock twitching with aching need as I break the kiss to give her a chance to breathe when a moan rips through her throat.
Her head lolls back against my arm, and my fingers slide through the hair at the back of her head to impatiently pull her lips back to me.
I hover at her mouth, breathing in her scent as I purposely strum her folds and work her toward orgasm. Her moan escalates again, but before she can throw her head back, I seize her lips, pushing my tongue inside her mouth just as I thrust my finger through her drenched hole.
Her warm walls open up to the digit before clenching around it, her orgasm flooding my finger as I rapidly tap on the soft, spongy spot that I know where to find. I continue tapping until Delilah's fingernails dig into my shoulder blade, her climax trembling her body and curling her into me.
She's shuddering and spilling onto my finger while she fists uncontrollably at my shirt, ripping buttons in a desperate attempt to get me shirtless.
I'm just as desperate, breaking the kiss only to pull her dress over her shoulders. Between sporadic kisses, we somehow manage to get naked on the picnic blanket, and I have her beneath me, kissing her jawline as I'm about to make the descent on the rest of her body.
“Hunter…” she whimpers as her body reacts to my caresses on her hip, her back arching into me. “I need—hng—I need—” Her voice is strangled between moans, cutting off when I clamp my teeth on her erect nipple, lightly biting the nub.
Grazing her nipple gently as I pull away slowly, I lift my eyes to find her staring at me, her brows tight with frustration.
“What do you need, m'lady…?” I whisper as I pucker my lips and kiss the nipple I just grazed.
Delilah's cheeks turn beet red as she bites her bottom lip.
“I need you inside me…” she whispers, her bottom lip getting tucked between her teeth again.
Hearing her soft, sweet voice, coupled with the way she appears so flustered, drives me wild, and I'm leaning up to conquer her lips again, settling between her thighs to give her exactly what she needs.
I hook one arm beneath her knee, drawing her thigh up to get the perfect angle as I enter the warm, wet, inviting cavity of her womanhood.
Her walls bloom like a rosebud to welcome my cock, hugging the shaft with tightness that feels perfect when I've filled her to the brim.
The only thoughts that go through my mind as I stare into her eyes, my cock buried in her depths, is that this is the woman I love, the one I want by my side for all of eternity, but the words are caught between our kisses when passion takes over and I start thrusting back and forth, pulling out to the tip before plunging every last inch inside her.
There's no need to rush things when we have all the time in the world, and my body is tangled with the woman I married.
My wife.
That's why this doesn't just feel like a bodily tryst, but the bond of our souls extending to a ritual that attests to my love for her.
I'm making love to Delilah, and for the first time, I recognize it for what it is. It's how I know what pace to go at, what moment to quicken that pace, because I know her so well.
Just as I know the exact moment she's about to come, leading my own climax until her clambering walls milk my cock for every drop of cum as her moans become the music, the rhythm of my hips follows.
Slowing down, I flip onto my side and gather Delilah into my arms, her one leg draped over my waist as I remain inside her.
As I tuck her hair behind her ear, she lifts her eyes at me and smiles warmly, and my chest fills with pride as I take a deep breath. I press a kiss to her forehead and watch as her eyelids flutter, thinking how pretty she is with her long lashes reaching for the apples of her cheeks.
“Wanna head back home?” I ask, wanting to keep one more secret from her. Just as I waited for her to welcome me back into her space, I'll wait before I tell her how I feel.
Besides, we have all the time in the world, and nothing can come between us now.
Delilah sighs as she turns her face toward the night sky, her eyes filling with the glimmer of the stars painted across the dark, navy-blue canvas.
“I'd like to stay here for a while,” she whispers as she stares at the sky. “The view is so beautiful out here.”
My lips curve into a smile as I stare at the face of the woman I love, seeing the entire universe in her eyes.
“I know,” I whisper. “It's the most beautiful view in the world.”
***
I want to pinch myself to wake up from this dream, having Delilah in my arms while she's sound asleep, listening to the way she's breathing as if it's become my favorite song.
It's hardly a lullaby when I don't want to risk falling asleep; I'd rather spend every waking moment watching her and wondering how a guy like me could be lucky enough to have this spectacular being as my fated mate.
I lean in to press a gentle kiss on her forehead while she sleeps on my arm, smiling when I recall how insatiable we'd both been tonight. It's no wonder she fell asleep when we finally reached the bed. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, even when we returned to Scarborough after our picnic.
Taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with her scent, I lean back to stare at her face, just in time to catch her wincing as if she's in pain.
My heart stops, and I stare at her in the darkness, with only the faint, slanting rays of the moon filtering through the curtain.
She mumbles something incoherent, her face contorting.
“Hng…” Delilah murmurs, her brows furrowing as if she's fighting something in her sleep, her head snapping from side to side.
Quickly realizing that she's having a nightmare, I spring into action, sliding my arm out from under her and gently holding her shoulders.
“Delilah…” I whisper to gently nudge her out of her nightmare. “Delilah, wake up…you're having a bad dream.”
Delilah's eyes instantly fly open, startling me with how dark they've turned. Gone are the warm hazel of her irises, her pupils dilated as if she's in a trance.
Her nostrils flare as she glares at me so ferociously that I frown.
“Why are you touching me?” she accuses, shocking me as I let go of her shoulders and pull back.
Delilah sits upright then, her spine ramrod-straight as she turns her face slowly toward me and points at the door.
“Get out,” she says measuredly, but when I hesitate, wondering what's going on, she straightens her pointed finger. “Get out, Hunter!”
Confused, I slowly slip out of her bed, my frown deepening.
“Delilah—” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“I said, get. Out.”
Not wanting to start a fight, I grab my clothes from the chaise and steal toward the door, glancing over my shoulder to see her falling back to the pillows. The frown is etched on my face as I leave her bedroom, closing the door gently behind me as I try to make sense of what just happened.
Was that a mood swing? An intense one?
I shrug as I decide not to internalize her reaction to me waking her up from her nightmare. After the night we shared, there's no way she could be having second thoughts.
Right?
I really hope I'm right.