Page 8 of XX Love Affair

That was a good sign, right? She didn’t want jewelry getting in the way of a good time.

The funny thing? Although she slumped forward, Helena still came up to Delia’s chest with no issue. She couldn’t recall if she had ever been with someone so much shorter than her.

She kinda liked it. While Helena wasn’t the tallest girl from her graduating class, she appreciated it when a lover made her feel small and delicate. Like I’ll break if they fuck me too hard. Luckily for her, she was resilient to just about anything coming for her body.

Even the bullets fired from Delia’s predatorial eyes.

“Help me out, would you?” Delia placed her hands on her hips. “I’m feeling pent up.”

Helena couldn’t help but tease her back. “I’d love to, but my hands are a bit… dirty.”

“You think I don’t know how to clean my clothes? Come on.”

“If you insist.” Helena offered up her most coquettish countenance as she unbuttoned Delia’s blouse, a whisper on her lips. “My pleasure.”

Delia was stiff but silent as one button after another came undone. Helena slowly opened the front when she was done. Delia didn’t flinch as two warm hands grabbed her sides. Helena wanted to get closer if only to unhook the bright red bra keeping her from Delia’s cleavage.

With their eyes still locked together, Helena found her treasure, making short work of Delia’s bra.

“Do you want more?” Helena lowered her hands to Delia’s pants, briskly running her fingers along the woman’s thighs. “Or is this dealer’s choice?”

“I’ll tell you otherwise if I change my mind.”

That didn’t tell Helena much, but it didn’t stop her from unzipping Delia’s white pants and taking her time with the button on top. She didn’t pull those pants down, though. Instead, she redirected her attention to the eye-catching blouse that taunted her to rip it off Delia’s body.

She was a bit gentler than that. It parted across Delia’s shoulders, enough for Helena to move the bra out of the way. Without prompting, she leaned forward, gaze still locked with Delia’s as she sucked the first nipple her mouth came across.

Delia seized up slightly. Enough for me to know she likes it. Delia didn’t like giving herself away, though, did she? She wouldn’t give Helena the honor of knowing she undid an older woman at her seams. From thinking she’d simply hang out for a few minutes to getting her mind blown in a private room. That’s what I’m here for. It wasn’t only about Helena’s fantasies coming true, after all.

She upped the ante, maneuvering her hand down the front of Delia’s pants and grabbing her by the crotch.

“You help yourself to whatever you want…” Although Delia didn’t push her away, her warning flashed in the way she held the back of Helena’s head through her hair. “You think this body is yours to take?” She yanked on Helena’s curls, making her gasp – in pain, in pleasure, in succulent purgatory between both. Her mouth had come off Delia’s chest, but her work had been done. One nipple was significantly harder than the other, wasn’t it? “On the contrary.” She allowed her blouse to fall down her torso before tossing it on top of her jacket. Her bra was askew on her chest, but Delia didn’t care. “I’m the one who does the taking around here.”

“Then take me,” Helena begged through clenched teeth. “I want you inside me.”

“Want? That’s all? After everything we’ve been through already?”

“I need you inside me.”

Helena proved that when she fell backward onto the mattress, her legs, her thighs, her body open to anything and everything coming her way.

She hoped it was Delia, but who said Helena was picky?

Chapter 3

Delia had gone from half-amused to full throttle in ten minutes. The perfect amount of time to make an important decision about a woman she had just met.

How much effort should I put into this… Effort was quantified in multiple ways, from how many clothes to remove to how quickly she wanted to draw this out. What time is it now? Close to ten. Delia was already out later than she intended for a work night. God, I’m getting older, aren’t I? She already couldn’t drink like she used to in her early twenties. Now, at the ancient, ripe age of thirty, she feared getting up for work the next day and cursing herself for not having enough sleep. Again.

Then she encountered this interesting beauty, saw what she could do, and went for it.

Off. All of it. She shoved Helena back onto the mattress, enjoying the impressive ragdoll of her body’s movements. Delia pulled her bra straps down her arms and didn’t care that the whole thing was soon on the floor. She’d prefer her bare feet not to touch that floor, though. So she took extra care as she pulled down her pants and kicked them back with her shoe.

“Whatever you want.” Helena reiterated, clearly enjoying this. “My body is all yours.”

She yanked those legs up around her waist and bent over, allowing her nipples to graze against Helena’s sheer dress. There we go. Just the right tingle to get the rest of her in the game. As Delia’s hand ascended the length of Helena’s chest, she said, “Anything I want with it, huh?”

Her hand rested loosely around Helena’s throat. She wouldn’t tighten the grip – not on a first date – but the implication was there. She owned Helena, if only for the next fifteen minutes. Her body is in my hands. All of it. Even if she were number eight that month. Rookie numbers. Helena should have seen Delia at that age. My self-worth was out the window if I didn’t hit ten by halfway through the month. And that was women only. My self-worth was always in hell.

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