“Are you still mad?” he asked.
Delilah wanted to stomp her feet with happiness. Did she ever believe in love at first sight? She said she did because the moment Charles showed interest in her, she followed him around like a puppy. This was different. It felt like a real kind of love. She took both of his hands from her backside and pulled him up and out of his chair. Maverick stood as he removed her coat.
“You ready for bed?” she teased.
“You’re going to put me to bed?” he replied, with a left brow winged up in surprise. “So I’m forgiven?”
Delilah nodded. She pulled him by the hand and walked him to the master bedroom. Maverick smacked her on her the ass twice. It was her ass that he liked to touch and pinch and hold whenever he could. She pressed her lips together to keep from letting go of a giddy smile.
In the room, she turned, but he lifted her up off the ground. One of her Ugg boots fell off her foot. Maverick carried her all the while she laughed.
“I’m sorry for being so jealous,” she giggled.
“I like it,” he said and bit her left ass cheek. Sex-crazed Maverick dropped her on the bed, and Delilah gasped in surprise. Maverick grabbed her left foot and pulled off the other boot. He tossed it over his shoulder. A shiver of lust sizzled through her like an electric current. Maverick had an erection. It pointed directly at her when he yanked down his basketball shorts. They often tried to use condoms, but she had begun to not even care. She needed him urgently. He didn’t make the move she wanted. He stroked his dick while he stared at her. The challenge was put before her. Would she go another round, and then another, and another. Making love with Maverick was a partnership. She had equal rights. And that’s why he hadn’t touched her because she hadn’t told him how.
Delilah turned over on her hands and knees. She parted her knees wider and leaned in so her sex could be open to his loving. He came behind her. His knees pressing down on the mattress. The head of his dick rubbed against her vaginal lips but didn’t go further. Did he have blue balls from so much restraint? She wondered. The pads of his fingers were the lightest touch she ever felt over her skin as they grazed her hip. Delilah bit down hard on her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut tight as she pushed back and cock pierced just an inch. But Maverick grabbed her left ass cheek and pulled his dick out. She gasped. “Please.”
“We aren’t ready,” he said and then touched her as he pleased.
“Oh gosh!” She cried out from under the gyration of her hips.
“Relax. Don’t rush me, or I’ll stop,” Maverick said.
Delilah struggled to obey his command. Maverick performed acrobats with his tongue. The repeated turns, flicks, tugs, and twits to her clit left her hips rolling in circles and her breath evaporating into stunted grunts as she gasped to keep from drowning in her own pleasure. She was the one in charge. Or so she thought. Once again, the scales had tipped in his favor. The way he masturbated her left no doubt that he’d learned her body even more than she had any instrument in her life. And he played her beautifully.
After a sudden eruption of pleasure, Delilah clamped her teeth together to choke down a desperate plea for him to never stop. And then it happened. She crashed into the most blissed filled explosion of oversexed induced joy she’d ever known. The aftershocks kept rolling through her tummy and dissolving in her vagina. She tingled there for a while as he whispered his wishes into her ear. Nothing he said mattered. Blind, deaf, and mute from her climatic breach, he was free to milk her pussy to the very last drop. The pure essence of her love for him drained from her.
“Now you’re ready,” Maverick exhaled.
“Ready?” Delilah's lids flashed open. Did he say ready? She was spent. Maverick surged forward, and his cock sank into her. Delilah shot upright on her hands and knees. “Down, baby,” he said and pushed her shoulder down so she could remain in her bowed position. “Mmm, doesn’t that feel good?” Delilah groaned her weak reply. Maverick worked his hips with increased velocity, and Delilah could not get enough of his bare cock. She felt every ridge and the heat from his skin.
“You like that?” he asked.
She struggled to maintain her senses.
“Answer me!” he spanked her.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“I want you like this always,” he grunted. “So bad.”
Maverick grabbed both of her hips and held her still as he thrust with rapid strikes that sent them both to combustion. She cried out in sudden release. “Make it good for you, forgive me, baby, I can’t.”
The pleasure exploded outward from her core in all directions sending sexual bliss rushing through every cell in her body. They crashed together on top of the sheets laughing. It was magic. Pinpricks needled up her spin, and her legs shook with the aftershock. Maverick pinned her down with his weight. Delilah didn’t mind. She felt safe underneath him and relaxed as pleasant numbness took her under. It covered her pelvis, and the once-tingling lips of her sex ignited. Nothing and no one in the world could ever make her feel so much sexual joy. It hurt her deeply that she never knew this kind of bliss before. Her lover kissed her shoulder before he dropped over to his back. She lay still with closed her eyes.
“I love you too, Maverick,” she said and drifted to sleep.
MORNING ARRIVED TOO soon. Maverick turned over to his side and reached for her. The empty space was all there was. He opened his eyes in startled alarm. “Delilah?”
She was gone.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “Damn it!”
He wanted her there.
He should have her there.
He should wake up to her.
What was the point of it all if he could not touch her when and how he pleased and see his son any fucking time he wanted? Maverick put both hands to his eyes. After several grunts, he lowered his hands and calmed himself. He really was fucking losing it. First his confession of love, then hers, and now he was all in. The phone beeped over on the dresser. He glanced at it and reached to read the text.
“That was fast,” he mumbled.
Delilah: Breakfast in ten minutes.
“Ten fucking minutes?” he frowned. He snatched back the covers. It was eight in the morning. Delilah said early, but he didn’t think it would be that early.
“LOOK AT YOU. YOU SEEM to be in a better mood than last night,” Delores remarked. “Why are you all dressed up like this?”
Delilah glanced at her mother. Delores held Noah in her arms. She had dressed him and got him ready for his day. When Delilah smiled at Noah, he turned his head away.
“Good morning Ma,” Delilah said with a shake of her head. “Put Noah down so he can get on his scooter. I’ve already fixed his cup of milk.”
“It’s almond milk. What happened to the milk I brought here yesterday?” Delores asked.
“Don’t start. You know that’s what he drinks,” she sighed.
“Well, he drank whole milk last night. I’ll tell you that,” Delores mumbled.
Delilah rolled her eyes.
“You shouldn’t feed him on a scooter. He has a chair,” Delores said.
“You heard her, Delores,” Delilah’s father said and popped his newspaper. He turned the page, scanning the news he’d never trust from television or social medial. He kept his reading glasses riding the tip of his nose as he did so.