by Cee, DW
The wait was killing me. She wouldn’t come up and I felt too stupid to go down and get her. It couldn’t be much longer till she got tired of working and she came up to sleep.
“Hi Mom.” I heard her call. Like a moron, I sat on the carpeted floor, next to the door, eavesdropping on her phone call. “Maybe you and I can visit Scotland and Ireland. Will you schedule those trips for us?”
Shit, no! I furiously dialed Aunt Babs.
“Yes?” She knew why I was calling before I said a word. “Did you not promise to take care of our daughter?”
“It’s not my fault.” I whispered. “She called Michael and told him she missed him. That pissed me off and I might have said a few words I shouldn’t have said.”
“She sounded awfully upset and it wouldn’t surprise me if she thought you two were over already.”
“No!” I said more loudly than I wished. I didn’t want Delaney to know I had listened in on her conversation. “You know we’re getting married.” I whispered. “Please cancel the trip to Scotland. I’ll take you and Delaney when we get back to London.”
I didn’t hear it, but I knew there was laughter in her voice. “All right. See you soon.”
As soon as that conversation was done, I got a call from the chief—not surprisingly.
“You have something to confess?”
“Will you both be busting my ass every time Delaney and I get into a fight? I may have to reconsider living next door to you if that’s the case.”
“You want me to fly over there and show you what it means to truly bust your ass?” Um...NO!
“Sorry, Chief. Just like all relationships, we’ve hit a rocky patch. Even Jake and Emily had their bumps, remember?”
“But Jake didn’t start off an idiot and an ass.”
“Yeah he did,” I countered. “Remember what a stubborn idiot he was? He left his future wife alone at the Grand Canyon. Could there be a bigger moron?”
“I’m talking to him right now.” Damn. I was seriously going to reconsider living on the cul-de-sac. “Aside from her daddy, my little girl has loved one man all her life. She loved him enough to walk away from the comforts of her home so she could find peace in her heart. Don’t hurt her anymore. She’s hurt enough for a lifetime.”
“I’m sorry, Chief. I’ll make things right and bring her home.”
I laid on the bed, getting my groveling speech ready for my bride-to-be.
What time is it? I woke up disoriented, not knowing where I was and why I was alone, fully clothed in bed. Recounting what had happened before I fell asleep, I frantically went downstairs searching for Delaney. I couldn’t find her. I rushed up and down our neighborhood and there was not a soul outside.
Back in the villa, I checked for her suitcase and it was still sitting by the door. I didn’t know if the suitcase by the door meant she was planning to leave me and this place, or if she just never moved it since last night. I was distraught enough to call her mother and ask about Delaney’s whereabouts.
“Do you think I should call the Chief and ask him where she went?”
“Donovan. I’m sure she just went out for a walk. I don’t think she left you.” Aunt Babs’ words did not reassure me.
“She left me without a word the first time. What am I going to do if she leaves me again? Please help me,” I begged.
“Let me call Henry and see if she said anything to him last night. She might be heartbroken, but she’s not irresponsible. If she, for some crazy reason, left, she’d come here to Belgravia.”
“Thank you. Please let me know if you hear anything.”
No sooner had the phone call ended, than I heard footsteps. I ran to a windblown Delaney, walking in the house.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been so worried.”
“I got a little lost.”
“A little lost? You’ve been gone for hours! I thought you had left me, again.”
“I haven’t been gone that long. I don’t know...I thought I was riding straight and was going to come back the same way, but I must have turned somewhere and all the roads look the same and...”
“Don’t leave me again, Delaney.” I held her tight and promised myself I’d never hurt her again. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole last night. It puts me in a shit mood when I think about you having shared your affection with another man. If I had admitted to myself that I was in love with you before you left, you would never have been with Michael. It drives me insane whenever I think of my mistake.”
It bothered me to see her sad smile as she combed her fingers through my hair. “Maybe you were right, Donovan. This was all a thrill of the chase for you. You may think otherwise, but I’ve never played games with you because I know I’ll always lose, and losing hurts.” Damn. I was making her cry again. “As much as I dreamed you to be the perfect man for me, I don’t think I’m the perfect girl for you. You don’t have to try and make this work with me. I know Jake and my family, as well as your parents have pushed you to come find me. It may hurt for a while, but I’ll be all right without you. Go and find your special lady.” Was this girl kidding me? She was the ultimate woman for me—my love, my soulmate, my forever!
“Are you done?” I kissed her lips and brushed away the unnecessary tears. “You are not getting away from me that easily. You may be all right without me, but I won’t be all right without you. You are my one and only special lady, and you’re not the only one who hurts when things go wrong. I love you, Delaney Reid. That’s not going to change, no matter your melo mood and speech.”
“So what are you trying to say?” If a declaration of love was what she wanted, a declaration she would get.
“I love you. I know you’re not playing games with me, though it’s still a riddle why you won’t marry me. Even if it takes an eternity, I’ll win your hand and make beautiful babies with you.”
That brought forth a genuine smile and my heart rejoiced. She understood my intentions and my love for her.
Delaney explained where she had been all this time, and I asked her to explain further why she had left me the first time without saying good-bye.
“I tried to say good-bye and to confess my heart to you but you didn’t come to me that night before graduation. I stayed up all night waiting for you on my swing...again.” When I got back home, I’d have to add a swing on my front porch and create only good memories for her. “And when I saw you at your office, Grandfather kept urging me to tell you how I felt and I couldn’t stay there any longer without breaking down, so I left abruptly.”
The explanation of why I never showed up at her front porch was accepted, but Delaney still couldn’t comprehend how Kate fit into my life. Any which way I explained it, my innocent couldn’t accept that my relationship with Kate was purely physical.
All these years I’d wasted time with women who meant very little to me. I regretted having been with every single one of them if those “relationships” made Delaney doubt my feelings for her. I’d show her what she means to me and prove to her that she would be my one and only love—my forever.
“Come here.” She followed me to our bedroom and I cautiously undressed her, seeking her permission with every article of clothing shed. She didn’t deny me and I began to love her.
Getting her ready for me was taking me to the brink of insanity. Her breasts were always maximum temptation, as I didn’t think I could ever get my fill of playing with them. I gave my virgin as much pleasure as possible so I’d hurt her as little as possible.
“I can’t wait to get inside you. I’ve been dreaming of this for months. Let me get you ready for me.” I almost came, myself, when I felt how drenched she was even before my finger went in.
She was unbelievably wild, expressing what she wanted. “More. Donovan. More,” she urged and begged.
I needed a taste of her before we consummated this lovemaking.
“AH!” Her screams were music to my ears. “Donovan! Please.
Stop. No...” My fingers, my tongue, my mouth all worked in harmony to indulge her in pleasure.
“I think you’re ready, Princess. I love you,” I swore seconds before I pushed inside her. In one thrust, we were one. Together. Joined. Complete. Alarmed by the tears rolling down her cheek, I didn’t move. “Are you all right? I’m sorry, Princess. I shouldn’t have been so eager. I couldn’t wait. Did I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me at all. It feels amazing.” In response to my frozen state, my innocent began to experiment with her own quick thrusts.
“Princess, don’t move. You’re going to unman me if you keep doing that.”
“Am I doing something wrong?”
No matter the situation, she’d always make me laugh.
I started our dance slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt my innocent any more than I already had. It would be like a waltz, graceful and beautiful with a few complicated revolutions in between. But this Snow White wouldn’t allow me to be slow or gentle. She wrapped her legs around my waist at my request and the dance moved to a frenzied pace. Waltz be damned. I couldn’t get enough of her as I sheathed myself into her tightness. She was an absolute hellcat in bed. Her lusty moans coupled with days of foreplay were my undoing.
“Come with me, Princess. I can’t hold out much longer.”
She let out a whimper of frustration searching for her release. I rammed into her as completely as our bodies would allow and stroked her clit which was her undoing. What started with a whimper turned into a holler, then almost a sob. Not able to hold off any longer, I was knocked off kilter as the pent-up pressure finally burst. My breathing stopped, my mind was blank, and I was transported to a pleasure-filled oblivion. As clichéd as it may sound, this was the best orgasm of my life.
I was the experienced one and she was the innocent but it was she who led me to heaven. The way our bodies reacted was as though we’d done this a thousand times before. Where I began, she continued, and where she continued, I ended. I’d never felt so arrested, so bewitched by any person in my life. This woman was my captor, and I surrendered completely.
“Why did you have tears in your eyes when we started making love? What were you thinking that made you cry?” I had given my princess several orgasms now and we’d finally made love, but we’d yet to talk about any of the passion that had happened between us. It was time for our pillow talk.
“I was just overwhelmed with the act, the emotions, the love...I don’t know if I could term them as happy tears, but it wasn’t anything associated with sadness. Like I said earlier, I’ve longed to be with you and never believed it was going to happen. It still feels like a dream, and possibly a nightmare if it all ends. Right now, I’ve climbed to the very top of heaven, but in the recesses of my mind, I still believe there’s a chance I could go right back to the depths of hell. Especially after having experienced all these emotions with you, it would be the absolute deepest depth of hell if we were to separate now.”
I promised her as much as a man possibly could, without acting like God, and allayed her insecurities. We also spoke of Kate one last time and put that issue to rest. Delaney, my once innocent, would never understand my involvement with Kate, but at least she’d no longer feel troubled by her presence.
Talking to my future wife about making love was giving me another hard-on. Had we not had a plane to catch, I would’ve taken her back to the villa for another round.
“Why have you been on the pill since age sixteen?” When Delaney revealed this to me right before we made love, I knew this would be a question that needed an answer.
“Because I had girly issues that you don’t need to know about.”
“So the chief allowed his sixteen-year-old to get on the birth control pill? Wasn’t he worried it would give you an excuse to be promiscuous?”
“Mr. Taylor. First of all, my dad’s a doctor. Medical reasons overruled whatever permissiveness I might have thought of exploring. Secondly, my parents knew I never, ever, ever dated because I was in love with a man who didn’t know I existed! While this man was hooking up with his cougar ex in every state, country, and continent, I went to school, graduated Valedictorian of my high school class, and quietly finished college while getting my heart marred. Is that explanation enough for you?” I kissed her pouty lips repeatedly until she cracked a smile.
“My bad. What was I thinking challenging you in a verbal sparring match? You sure you don’t want to go to law school, instead?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Princess.”
“How was it for you? I couldn’t have been any good since it was my first time. When we were done and you didn’t say much, I thought maybe it was anticlimactic.”
“Was that your clever use of a double-entendre?” I wanted to lighten the mood. My woman was feeling unnecessarily vulnerable.
“Tell me the truth. I’ll try not to be too disappointed.”
“Princess, physically, having sex with you was like no other. Being with you, without anything to desensitize me was without a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Emotionally, seeing you under me—the woman I know I’ll be making love to the rest of my life, a woman who’s gifting me with her first, and the woman I’ll be making babies with...I have no words that could describe my feelings. Incredible? Unbelievable? Extraordinary? None of these words comes close to what I felt. Truly, making love to you has been the greatest gift. To add to my beautiful gift, your uninhibited response to our lovemaking drove me wild. You are one hellcat in bed. In fact, you’re one demanding little wench in bed.”
The fact that she turned red was a sure sign she was horrified. She had no idea what a turn on she was with her lusty moans and demanding whimpers.
“I am not!” She tried to argue but she too doubted and wondered. “Speaking of demanding, you’re the demanding one...or is it that I just didn’t know what I was doing? You know...in the bathroom in Rome...when I...”
It was time to apologize for my ungentlemanly behavior and give my manly confession.
“I’ll tell you another secret. In all my years of being sexually active, I’ve never been given a blowjob before.”
“You are so bullshitting me. You expect me to believe that?” This girl had a trust issue at times.
“I’ve never had luck in that department. All the women I’ve been with have never wanted oral sex—give or take.”
“So I was the first girl you...you know...”
Shit. I needed to fix her misconception. “Well, no.” Damn. She went from elated to bummed in a split second. “Sorry. I should have explained. I’ve tried it in order to receive it, but none of my partners liked it enough to want to reciprocate. You’re my first and seeing you on your knees with your eager mouth, I was just trying to make it last. I thought I could hold off my release if I had you suck me slower, but that was even more arousing to watch your puckered mouth go up and down, so carefully, so methodically. Shit,” I couldn’t help sucking on her neck, “I’m horny as hell again. You do that to me all the time. You did that to me when we were just friends, and I thought I was going mad with lust whenever we spent time together.”
She did not believe the last statement I made. In fact, she all but told me I was the biggest bullshitter on this side of the world. Once she got over what I’d said, she asked, “So everything I did back in Rome was OK?”
“Babe. It was beyond OK. You spoke of intimacy earlier, and that was the most intimate I’d been with any woman. It was beautiful and I thank you for loving me enough to try something that was probably not high on your to-do list.”
“Um, could I ask one more question about that morning in Rome?”
“Anything.”
“OK, so you came much sooner than I expected and was...I...supposed to...you know...have you stay inside my mouth when you came and if so, what the hell am I to do with all that stuff in my mouth?”
Damn ashamed with the way I’d avo
ided discussing this matter with her, I could only chuckle. This didn’t sit well with my blushing bride-to-be. “Princess...” I had to pull an unwilling body back down on my lap. “Come here.” My mea culpa wasn’t good enough as she kept squirming away. “I’m sorry. I’ve been dying to talk to you about the blowjob you gave me, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I was laughing more at myself than anything else. In all honesty, I don’t know what’s correct protocol, and I was horrified that I came in your mouth. That’s why I ran away after it happened and haven’t brought it up since. You can do whatever is comfortable for you. But, if I may add, I couldn’t tell you what was more arousing—seeing you on your knees, or seeing you suck me off. If you had kept me in your mouth, I may have spilled a second round.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Usually not, but with you I’m gonna bet it might be.”
Delaney asked a plethora of questions about my sisters and their families, but all I could think about was getting her flat on her back again. Our lovemaking in Florence was like my first time. For a thirty-two-year-old man to spill within minutes was shameful. Had I not teased her with a finger on her clit, she would’ve lasted longer than I had. Where the hell had my stamina gone?
I couldn’t help but start the sexual play on our flight headed to London. She protested, but weakly and I had my way with her, but not nearly enough. I needed more.
“Will you stop?” she whispered a plea and begged for me to “stop” touching her.
“Nope.”
“Donovan, you’ve got to stop or I may strip bare on this flight because I need you to suck on my tits.” My innocent-no-longer turned bright red making this statement.
Shit yeah! I loved it. “You and I are making a pit stop at the apartment before heading to Belgravia. We are going to have crazy sex before dinner.”
And crazy sex it was! Dayummm!!! My woman was a she-devil in the bedroom, the elevator, the hallway, wherever! I couldn’t believe this was the same girl who was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago. We got it on starting in the glass elevator and she let me open up her blouse and feast on her nipple—in an empty elevator! After making quick work of a few buttons to cover her up, we ran into the room and she pushed me against the wall and fell to her knees. The novice that I had become, my legs almost buckled when I saw her hungrily undoing my pants. What had I done so right that I was rewarded such a sexpot in the bedroom? Thank you, thank you, thank you!