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Her mouth opened in a silent moan, and she grabbed my chin, moving my face up to hers to kiss her again.
I gave her one small kiss and then dipped my head back down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. She cried out in enjoyment and bounced on my shaft, and I grew inside her, my cock throbbing in pain as I stroked.
Her nipple was hard in my mouth, and I twirled my tongue around it, feeling the way it stiffened in my mouth.
She rose up like she was levitating, so that her pussy was only swallowing an inch of my cock, and my head was tipped back to keep her nipple in my mouth. I reached out and grabbed her breast, making sure to hold on as she started to gyrate harder.
Sweat matted the hair on the back of her neck, and I felt it as I grabbed her, steadying her, reeling her in.
Delia looked down at me, and the sudden eye contact sent a jolt shivering through my erection. I felt it twitch inside her, and she gasped, her hands flying to cup my face. She closed her eyes, but I growled at her, “Look at me. I want to see you react.”
She opened her eyes and whined at the intensity of our mutual gaze, her fingers jerking and pressing into my jawline. A stray pinkie ran along my mouth.
We watched each other with open mouths as our rhythm caught up to each other’s. We moved as if one, and she grunted, “I loved the way you stood up for me.” Her voice was breathy with effort.
“Is that what you’re thinking about now?” I asked, my hands steady on her back, forcing her body to move with me. I pulled her into me, thrusting my length up into her.
“I’m always thinking about you. I love the way you protect me,” she mumbled, her words almost a slur as lust took over her cognition.
“I’ll always protect you, Delia,” I whispered, slowing down to really feel her warm, wet pussy drag along my shaft.
I could hear the sounds of her juices suctioning me, and I almost couldn’t take the intimacy of the speed. I forced myself to keep moving slowly, as agonizing as it was. “I love you.”
She stopped moving for a second, her strawberry blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders in waves, stray pieces covering some of her breasts. She didn’t say anything.
Still inside her, almost unbearably still, I moved her hair behind her shoulders and said it again. “I love you, Delia Sturgess. I’m sorry you ever doubted it.”
I felt her pussy spasm, and I smirked. “Seems like your pussy loves me back, at least.”
“I love you, too, Robert,” she said finally, breathlessly. She remained still as if to preserve the moment.
“I’m going to take care of you and our baby,” I told her, taking her face in my hands and looking deeply into her eyes, trying to mentally show her how much I meant it. It was the first time I had saidourbaby.
“I’m going to let you,” she murmured against my mouth, and when we kissed again, I felt her orgasm explode inside her in a frenzied convulsing that squeezed my shaft tightly.
I held her close to me, letting her ride it out, my arms wrapped around her back as she tipped her head back and moved on me, using me for her orgasm.
When she finished, my lap was sticky with her cum, but I stayed holding her, taking in the moment.
I knew that everything had changed.
thirty-seven
Delia
Two months after that horrible night at the bar turned wonderful with Robert, I sat in Corinne’s school auditorium with him.
Things seemed so different now without the clinic to keep me as busy. I’d still been going to school, but my practicum hours were halted until the school approved my change-of-supervisor request. I couldn’t risk seeing Jeremy. He was a loose cannon, as far as I was concerned.
Without a new clinic for therapy yet, Robert had been throwing himself into the self-defense classes, opting to co-teach every single one of them rather than halt them indefinitely.
We were busy, and we were happy, even if concerns were floating in the back of our minds, taking up space.
For today, those things were on vacation as excitement hummed in our chests over Corinne’s recital.
Kids in their costumes peeked from behind the curtain, and the sharp smell of construction paper and cheap stage paint filled the air.
Parents stood in the aisles with camcorders and phones, holding them up to the stage to capture the first moments. I couldn’t remember a time when my parents had ever sat in a crowd for me.