by Nevea Lane
“Del, my sweet Del,” Paxton moaned in her ear. His thrusts became wild, and he grabbed on to her ankles that had managed to wrap themselves around his torso. He looked down at her, blinked once and closed his eyes. The taut muscles of Paxton’s body tensed, coiled, and with a loud shout, Paxton released. Just the mere feeling of Paxton's throbbing penis inside of her sent Delilah over the edge right along with him.
As their breathing slowed, Paxton tucked Delilah under his arm, covering them up with the blanket. Sighing, he pulled her in close.
“Del,” Paxton whispered in her ear. “Thank you for calling me home.” Delilah gave the man as much of a bear hug as she could. Waiting for Paxton to come home to Essex was the hardest thing she'd ever done, but she wouldn't change a thing. Good things come to those who wait.