Page 78 of Devious Delusions

I’m looking down at her, but she is still in fucking control. The mess all around us is hers yet she’s like a queen reigning over it and digging her nails into my sides as I slowly pull out. Her body jolts and she moans as I slam back in. The tops of my thighs slap against the back of Delilah’s as she locks her legs around me.

Everything becomes muddled as I watch her. The pain and innocent memories we had together distort and I want to be that person again. Fuck! I want to be hers again.

Abruptly pulling out, I flip her onto her stomach as she gasps. I can’t stay away from her, and she moans into the pillow as I push back in, crazed. Her ass lifts into the air and she fucking drools around her moans. A wet spot forms on the linen and she’s so fucking adorable, I give in. Not to her, but to myself. I allow myself some of the softness and press my lips to her temple as I fuck her harder.

The moans get deeper and turn to a purr with each gentle kiss on her skin. I thread my fingers over hers with my palms flat against the back of her hands as she pushes her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

She pushes her head deeper into the pillows so her cheek is flat and stares up at me through one eye. All the air is robbed from my lungs at having her so close. It’s not physical proximity that undoes me, it’s the mental closeness. She can see my eyes and she doesn’t look away. Her fingers tighten over mine and I push my weight forward, so her body is contorted.

There’s no space between the back of her thighs and the front of mine, but I will never be close enough to her. My thrusts slow as I nuzzle my cheek on the side of her head and she sweetly whispers, “Let me see you.”

I unwrap one hand from hers and push it under her. My forearm is pressed tightly to her stomach in a twisted hug and my eyes close at the comfort of holding her again. It forces the truth out and my voice is too low for her to hear.

“You already have.”

There’s no further conversation as I circle her clit with two fingers and kiss the back of her head. She clenches around me. The fake dick pushes into mine, and she keeps fuckingclenching, threatening to steal my release. Her moans are breathless and weak, and I speed up.

My resolve is paper thin whenever I’m around her. I fucking hate it and the only way to stop it is by forcing myself to be as bad as her. To take without limits or care because it is what I want.

I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze as I fuck her harder. Each stroke rocks the unsteady foundations of my sanity that all hinges on her. She chokes and pushes against my thighs as I slap my fingers on her clit. I don’t need her to come, I want her to. I want her to feel this between us and know without any shadow of a doubt that it can’t be replicated. It’s why I hold my own release back and battle the stubbornness to force her to climax.

34

DELILAH

Every inch of my body aches before I even muster up the strength to open my eyes. I already know I’m alone. I have been since Ghost left after bathing me. He thought I was asleep, and he was so gentle that I couldn’t bear the thought of losing it so I remained limp in his hold.

I must have fallen asleep while I was in the warm water because I don’t remember him dressing me and the seam of the hoodie rubs against my hip as I turn onto my back. My eyes automatically go to the window but there’s no one watching me. My hair is still damp, and I slowly blink, waiting for something to happen.

If he’s left me again, I’m not speaking to him. I don’t care if he turns back up with his arm hanging off next time, he can fuck off if he thinks he can just reappear in my life without an explanation of why he keeps on disappearing in the first place.

A car slowly drives up the private road leading to the house and I sit up like it will help me see inside of it. It’s not one I recognize, and I’ve never seen Ghost drive. He usually walks into the tree line then disappears. But the hope that it is actually him forces me up and I shuffle into the bathroom to get ready. Thethick windows mute the sound of the tires over the gravel and anticipation has me rushing before he can drive away.

The soreness between my thighs makes me wince as I leave the bathroom and lean up on my toes to see the car slow to a stop beside the front door. The driver doesn’t get out and I move as fast as my body will allow me to in order to meet him at the door. I want to surprise him and, for some fucked up reason, I’m giddy at the thought of seeing him.

My hand is outstretched before I even reach the front door and I pull it open with more force than required in my eagerness. An older woman steps out of the car with a large flower arrangement in her hands, covering half of her face.

He hasn’t come back, and he’ll probably fucking disappear again. Asshole.

The woman stops in front of me and smiles widely as she says, “Morning, sweetheart. He didn’t mention how badly he messed up, but I’m guessing by your face that it was worse than our biggest arrangement?”

My smile is slow and melts away the ire at being left because he got me flowers and I actually look at them instead of searching for the sender. The large roses are beautiful and surrounded by delicate pale pink baby’s breath. The cream roses stand out even more against them and I carefully lift them from the woman’s arms. The gentleness isn’t for the flowers, it’s for Ghost’s thought. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of nature, it warms me to know that he’s thinking about me and he doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does because I hate real flowers.

“No, s-sorry,” I stammer, still staring at the flowers. “I was just expecting someone. Thank you.”

She’s kind enough not to mention my weird behavior and I don’t move from the door as she gets back in her car. There’s a card nestled between the blooms, and I turn without lookingaway from it. The door clicks behind me as I walk towards the kitchen and the giddiness is back.

Setting the flowers on the table, I take the thick cardstock envelope out of the arrangement. The typed note isn’t the same font as the previous note that was left for me, and my stomach sinks as I read it.

Happy anniversary, Lilo.

I love you, baby. This is the first time in ten years that we haven’t spent the day together. I’ll make it up to you when I’m home and we’ll never skip a day for the next decades to come.

Yours.

Love, Asherx

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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