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Well, isn’t this exciting?

Delia almost forgot that she had a part to play in Helena’s quest to check something else off her bucket list. She uncurled her hand from the remote and glanced at Blair, who was surreptitiously scrolling through her phone underneath her blanket. Only a few feet away, Helena squealed in excitement as someone in the chat suggested she give them a closer look at what she kept beneath her onesie.

It was such a genuine sound. How had Delia never heard that before?

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered to Blair, who slammed her blanket over her phone as if she couldn’t be caught. “Wait, can they hear me on the mic if I whisper?”

Blair shook her head. “What?”

“Do you think she’s actually into this?”

If Blair could look any more bemused, Delia couldn’t imagine how. Then again, she had come through, blindsiding a woman on her period. The brain fog was probably real. “Helena?”

“Yeah. Do you think she’s into all this shit? You’ve seen her in action before this.”

Blair had to wait to respond – Mira had firmly, but clearly, told her co-star that she needed to get a hold of herself. It was part of the act, of course, but Helena’s eyes gleamed when the crop landed right beside her hand. Unfortunately for Mira, she could hardly handle a bratty power bottom who was always in the mood to take control into her own hands. Delia…

She could fuck with that all day.

“You have to ask?”

“Fair enough.” Delia focused on the scene before her, chewing on the idea that she might end up with a partner who was up for almost everything. What kind of power would that be in Delia’s hand? She had no desire to enter the circuit like Mira and Blair, but she wasn’t opposed to letting Helena have her fun in a safe and structured environment. That I could provide her… Hadn’t Delia been doing that from the first date? She wasn’t a jealous person, either. Nor was Helena. That either meant the sky was the limit… or they would crash and burn when they inevitably overshot the moon. “Guess she likes it, huh?”

Blair snorted. “Some people are naturals. What’s crazy is seeing how someone so young could know exactly who they are.”

“You make it sound like you’re not young.”

“I’m not as young as her, no. There’s a big difference between your early twenties and late twenties.”

“You’re not wrong.” Delia held up the remote in her hand. “Care for some fireworks?”

The explosion was worth the wait.

Try as she might, Helena could not contain herself shortly after the stream ended and she headed back to Delia’s place.

They didn’t even make it out of the parking lot.

Delia wouldn’t let Helena take all of the blame, though. For an hour, she had watched her girlfriend put herself on display for hundreds of strangers who paid for the honor. They didn’t know her real name, her face, or her heart, but they sure as hell knew her body now. The same one Delia threw herself upon as soon as they were in her car.

They scrambled into the backseat, Helena pulling her down and grunting, “Right here.”

She had been touch starved for an hour. Feasted upon by the eyes of a hundred but left to fend for herself and her own hand. When a woman was into it, that was torture in itself, wasn’t it? Good thing I’m here to save the day. No foreplay was required because that was already one hour behind them.

It was quick and dirty in the backseat, Helena clutching the headrest of the passenger seat while her legs spread from the rear window to the center console. Delia pushed away any sense of discomfort and went for it, kissing whatever was in front of her mouth and putting her hand wherever it pleased. All she wanted was to hear Helena cry out in the release only another human could give her.

And when she was calmed down enough to make the drive home, Helena stayed in the backseat, eyes closed while Delia drove five miles over the speed limit to make sure they got to her bedroom before the moment passed.

Their bags were on the floor with their shoes. Their clothes left a trail to the bedroom, where they lost control in the dark and forgot to come up for air. Delia drowned herself between Helena’s thighs, not giving a single fuck if she forgot to breathe or if her lungs filled with enough passion to kill them both. Her face coveted the sensations, the scents of lovemaking, to get right to the source of Helena’s arousal and to give her what she so seriously desired. Could Delia reach the point where she didn’t even remember their names anymore? Where she knew Helena’s body so well that she could wake up tomorrow with amnesia and still rely on muscle memory to take her to carnal places hardly experienced before?

“Whatever you want…” Those were the few words Helena spoke in those heated moments. “Fuck me however you want.”

Delia’s kiss hovered between her girlfriend’s breasts. “I should ask how you want it.”

“How I want it is however you want it. Because it’s coming from you. That’s the point.”

Delia tested her pinky finger two inches below the rest of them. When Helena didn’t protest, Delia went for it, everything already so wet that all her girlfriend had to do was close her eyes and groan in unabated pleasure. “More,” she whispered. “I still feel so empty without you.”

Maybe Delia misheard those last two words. Did it matter, though? She was already lost in her desires, thinking of all the ways she could prove to herself, to Helena, to the world that this night was theirs to go crazy. Crazier than we usually do… what a feat. Yet Delia had been so lost in Helena’s body that she forgot they were back home, where there were plenty of toys and other tidbits to heighten the connection between them.