“Why did you stop?” I ask, breathless.
“Because this is just the warmup, my love. It would be a crime to make you cum without giving you what you truly want.”
“And what do I want?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“My tongue inside your sweet, tight cunt, toying with you from the inside-out, flicking your clit until you break.” His words have me crying out in anticipation. My hips continue to thrust. I never would’ve thought to put it like that, but my body tells me he’s right. That’s exactly what I want.
Without delay, Gio kneels before me. Slowly, he unbuttons the buttons on my dress from the hem up. He stops just as my panties come into view. “You are so beautiful.”
With water drenching us both, he leans forward and kisses my thighs. I arch my back and rest my head against the tiles. AsGio continues to kiss me, my fingers find his hair. I caress him as he kisses me gently. Then, as his lips firmly press against the outside of my underwear, I grip him tighter in anticipation. Gio returns my intensity by biting at my panties. His teeth graze my clit, and I moan. I don’t want this to end, but I don’t know how much more I can take. Though, just as Gio brings his teeth to the top of my underwear, it does as Delilah’s voice finds me in the hot, steamy, thigh-shaking frenzy.
“Oh, shit!” I curse. I nudge Gio away as I stumble out of the shower, completely drenched with my bra and panties exposed.
“What’s wrong?” Gio follows behind me, naked.
“I left the bedroom door open when I came in,” I whisper. It goes without saying that the door to the bathroom is also open. “I heard Delilah. I…I have to go to her before she walks in on us.”
Gio nods. “Of course.”
Sadness and desperation contort my features. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. To be continued,” he says, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself.
“Yes, definitely.” God, I wish we could continue right now. The mere sight of him naked made me need a release. How am I supposed to ignore this craving now that I’ve been touched by him, after coming so close? I quickly pull my dress up to cover my chest and leave the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Sure enough, Delilah is looking around Gio’s room, bewildered from her nap.
“Are you okay, sweet girl?” I ask, completely ignoring the water droplets I’m leaving all over Gio’s floor.
“Mommy, you’re wet,” she says.No kidding.“Why are you so wet?”
“Uh, there was a busted pipe,” I say as I direct her out of the room.Busted, in more ways than one.
35
Freshly showered,wearing black sweatpants and a navy-blue t-shirt, I sip my bourbon on the couch as Darcy puts Delilah to bed and showers. From where I sit, I can hear the pipes moan in the walls as they carry hot water to her. The sound makes me think of Darcy’s moans and the way she looked pressed against my shower wall. Visions of earlier tease me so much my leg bounces. The way the water soaked her, the feel of her soft body in my hands, her nipples between my fingers, my teeth so fucking close to that sweet pussy I’ve been craving for months now. My grip on my glass tightens, prompting me to take another sip before discarding it. We were so close.Shewas so close.
It’s a miracle we made it through the rest of the day without tearing each other’s clothes off. With Delilah having already taken her nap and Darcy preparing dinner, I thought it best to confine myself to my office until it was time to eat. And even though our meal was delicious, as is all of Darcy’s cooking, it wasn’t what I wanted. I want her. Though, as I sit, I consider the possibility that maybe she wants me to. Maybe she’s finally ready, not just for sex, but for everything.
Hope swells inside me as Darcy’s footsteps draw my attention to the staircase. She arrives moments later wearing a large white robe. I wonder what’s underneath it. I give her a warm smile and remind myself not to push her. Just because things escalated earlier today doesn’t mean she’s ready to go all in. It could’ve just been a moment of passion, an unexpected encounter considering she never intended to walk in on me showering. Those thoughts leave a bitter taste in my mouth but are just what I need to muster up some self-control as Darcy sits down beside me, looking and smelling as delectable as ever.
Leaning forward, I grab the cup of tea I brewed for her. I’ve now memorized her favorite flavors and invested in a thermal mug to keep it warm for her. “Here you are, angel.” I hand the tea to her, followed by a gray box adorned with a white chiffon bow. Wrinkles of confusion form on her forehead as she takes them with a grateful smile.
“What’s this?” she asks, resting the box on her lap.
“Pictures from Damon and Ana’s wedding and a few extras.” Darcy seems excited as she sips her tea and looks through the pictures. The photographer got several good ones of her, her and Delilah, and even some of the three of us. Darcy looks at my favorite one. I can’t help but match her smile.
The picture is from our last dance of the night, the one where Delilah joined us. That was a perfect moment and one that will live inside me forever. Having it captured by the photographer only makes it sweeter. Now, every time I look at the photo, I can remember just how happy I was, how happy we all were. It also isn’t lost on me that was the night Darcy and I shared our first kiss. Though, as I feel a tug toward the bookcase in the corner, my smile falters.
My past has proven pictures can be just as haunting of a reminder as they are beautiful. I pray the memory of us remains sweet, unlike others that are permanently etched into my being.
“Gio, this…this is special,” Darcy says then. “We look so happy. This might be the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on you. I think I could say the same thing about myself.” She keeps the photo separate from the others as she continues looking through the box. “But…but what are these?” Darcy’s lips part as she looks through the candids of her and Delilah I stealthily had taken here on the estate.
“After seeing the photographer at Damon and Ana’s wedding, it occurred to me you might not have any photos of the two of you. I know you left Montana with just a few things and even those were lost. You didn’t even have a phone for a digital backup. So, I hired a photographer to snap a few candids of the two of you. I hope you don’t mind. I just thought you might like them.”
Darcy’s face strains as she fights back emotion. Her lip quivers and tears well in her eyes. “Gio.” She shakes her head, pressing the photograph to her chest. “Gio, I love them. This is the sweetest thing you ever could’ve given me. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Darcy puts the box with the pictures back on the coffee table and climbs onto my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she hugs me.
“You’re welcome, my love.” I return her embrace. We sit in silence for a moment, holding one another. When Darcy pulls back, she kisses my cheek softly.
“You are such a special man, Gio Moretti.”Only for you.I scan Darcy’s eyes, questioning if I should go in for a kiss of my own. When her gaze dips to my lips, I take that as my cue. Moving my hand to the back of her neck, I guide her lips to mine and kiss her gently, sweetly. There is nothing but love in our kiss. No lust, no hunger, no desperation, just pure gratitude and love.
