42. Resolution
42 RESOLUTION
Daphne
I ran my index finger down Daphne’s soft arm as she lay on her side, slowly stirring in the morning light. We’d been like this for ages now, but she was finally coming to. Waking next to her—even in the strange place that was her childhood bedroom—felt wonderful, but knowing she was all in was better.
“I love you like this,” Daphne whispered. “With your hair a mess—as only I know you.”
I kissed her. “I love this, too.”
“I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to deal with anything. Meredith is going to call me to discuss what Scotland Yard has and how we can remedy this.”
I stroked her face, watching her melt into my touch. I loved the slight smile on her lips. She trusted me immeasurably—even now.
“What are you waiting on?” I asked.
She kissed me slowly. “It went well. Lanie may have a new admirer who doesn’t have a chance in hell, but we did what we needed to.”
“And Scotland Yard?”
“Well, they pulled the emails directly from the government’s server,” Daphne said. “He’s such a fucking dumbass.”
“He sent it using his government email?” I scoffed. “What the fuck?”
“The guys covered for him until they realized it was better to fuck him over. Lanie and I made it clear. And she sold it—hard.”
“She and Chloe are good wingwomen. They are ruthless.”
“They are. Thank God for vindictive sisters.”
“And when will the news break?”
“If they can find enough to charge him—and I suspect it will take about thirty seconds—they will do it tomorrow. It will break fast. Be prepared for the overflow.”
“Great. It’s not like I don’t have to speak tomorrow about future plans. We locked up the police deal.”
“I’m sorry to sidetrack you with my trashy life.”
I pulled her chin towards me. “Daphne, you never have to apologize. I am glad to defend your honor if I’m prepared. And I will.”
“About that,” Daphne said. “What is the schedule for the DNC?”
I did a double-take. “I… I can have Sue send it over.”
“Great. I will get you my assistant’s info. You might even just send your daily schedule.”
“Daphne, are we… are you?”
“I am all in, baby. The DNC is happening. I will be there.”
I quickly kissed her, relieved and overwhelmed.
“You aren’t afraid, Daphne?”
“Nah, baby. I couldn’t be. The way you stood by me says it all. You put it all on the line to support me. You didn’t worry about what would happen—other than losing me. I trust you. I want to love you in the light, and I refuse to hide anymore.”
I pressed her back against the bed, her hair waterfalling over the pillow. She stared up with love. Here we were—so in love we couldn’t fight it. Daphne ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me into a kiss that shook me to my core.
I parted Daphne’s legs with my body.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered, going from sentimental to sexy in a hot minute.
I reached up the shirt she wore as a nightgown to pull her panties aside, finding that they were blissfully absent.
“Once more, Ms. Delphine, you have lost your panties.”
“Maybe I’m a bad girl in need of punishment?” She raised an eyebrow and ran her finger down my chest.
I wanted to be inside her but waited. I’d get her good and wet first, then have my fun. Longing to hear her lose herself, I kissed down Daphne’s torso, pushed the shirt up further, and kissed between her legs, soaking up her taste and smell. Her sweet, perfect pussy never tempted me more. Daphne twisted her hands tighter in my hand, bucking her hips against my face desperately.
“God, I love you,” Daphne growled. “Your tongue is so good at this.”
I hoped it was good enough to get her off this time. I pulled back to watch her face as I ran my fingers through her slick wetness, then thrust two inside. The look on her face as I did was sweet as could be.
She bit her lip and moaned my name, stretching the “a” out for a mile. “Oh, Cal!”
I got to work—licking and sucking her clit while my fingers thrusted. She vibrated as I got closer, writhing and growling. Daphne’s unhinged reaction to me always through me over the edge. The woman was beautiful. She was perfect.
“Oh, Cal, I fucking…”
I knew she was cumming. I could feel it.
“Oh, fuck!”
She came, her pussy pulsing and chest rising. “God… I… I love you.”
I tossed my boxers aside and pressed against her. My cock teased her entrance as I took in just how beautiful and delicate she was—even after the screaming and growling. Daphne was a sight to behold.
“I love you,” Daphne moaned.
I kissed her, soaking up whatever energy she had left.
I pinned her hands behind her head. “I love you, too, Princess.”
“Oh fuck. Don’t start that,” she moaned.
I thrust inside her forcefully. Daphne’s eyes rolled back, and she panted. With every determinate thrust, I got another moan. It was rewarding and I couldn’t help but savor the look on her face.
“I’m the only one who can do this,” I said.
“You… you are. And you’re…”
She didn’t finish the sentence as she reached her second climax. She fought my grip above her head, but I pressed on, gaining speed.
“I’m what, Princess?”
“You’re the… fucking… best,” Daphne whimpered.
“I fucking love it when I do that to you,” I said.
“Do what?”
“Make you cum until you cannot finish a sentence.”
“You do it… so good,” Daphne panted. “Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah, you like that, princess?”
“I want you to cum. Cum inside me,” Daphne pled.
“Oh fuck,” I said.
The way she begged drove me closer until I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I realized we came together . As I came, she threw her head back, unable to function as I slammed my hips against hers one last time. We hung there, suspended and breathing heavily.
“That was amazing,” Daphne said.
“It was certainly memorable,” I chuckled, unsure what to say.
“Hard to top.”
“Tomorrow before you leave for work?”
“I won’t stop you.” Daphne curled into my arms. “I might need the boost to get through all of it—the business and the political chess.”
I chuckled, then kissed her. “You’re good at this politics thing, Daphne.”
“Don’t judge me.”
I nudged her nose with mine. “Never. It’s hot, Daph.”
A knock shook us both out of our loving stupor.
“Daphne, Marta made breakfast. There are crepes. You might want to… get dressed… and come down here. And, if your… friend… would like to join us, that is fine, too.”
We snickered.
“Sure, Mum! We’ll be down.”
“Fuck, that’s awkward,” I said.
“I told you. I warned you not to sleep here.”
“I can handle it. I have seen some shit,” I said.