Page 20 of Unstoppable You (Sapph in the City #6)

Chapter Twenty

James

Had I created today in my imagination? Only a few hours ago I’d thought there was absolutely no way in hell that I would be kissing Delaney and now we’d kissed. Twice.

And she’d been the one who asked! Because of some sort of weird bucket list thing, but still.

I couldn’t get ahead of myself. This kiss was just a thing on her list to check off. It didn’t mean anything. Right?

Now Delaney looked a little horrified, stumbling away from me and turning her back to me. I heard a sniffing sound and said her name.

“Delaney?”

She faced me and I saw that she was crying. Oh shit.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out to her and then yanking my arms back. She was upset and definitely didn’t want me to touch her right now.

“I don’t know why I’m crying?” she said, raising her hands in the air in bewilderment. “What is happening to me?”

Gently, like I was approaching a baby deer, I walked toward her and then ushered her to the couch, getting her to sit down. I grabbed a box of tissues and passed them to her.

She sniffled and wiped her face and I tried not to throw up. A kiss could change a hell of a lot, but this seemed like an extreme reaction.

“I’m fine,” she said through gulps of air. “I really am.”

She didn’t seem fine, but I waited until her tears had slowed.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked. Whatever she wanted right now she could have it.

Delaney shook her head. “No, I’m okay.”

She wiped her face and blew her nose. “Oh my god, I don’t even know what that was. Give me a second.” Getting up, she went to my bathroom and shut the door.

Okayyyyy, what the hell was happening?

I waited for Delaney to come out, trying to understand the events of the last few minutes. And it had only been a few minutes.

Delaney came back out with her face a little damp, as if she’d washed it. Her face was still red, and her eyes were puffy.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked, wanting to go to her so badly that I clamped my hands on the edge of the couch to stop myself.

She shrugged, letting out a little humorless laugh. “I don’t even know.”

Things were awkward after that. Neither of us could figure out what to say.

Finally, I asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

Okay, that was a no.

She didn’t seem to want to leave, though, and I thought about what she’d said last night. That she was lonely. I knew she spent a lot of time with her best friend and boss, but she’d been living with Connor, and him moving out had been abrupt after the cheating. It made sense that she would miss having someone around, even if the last someone had been my asshole brother.

It was fine with me if she wanted to hang out.

“Are you supposed to go see your parents?” I asked her, and her eyes went wide.

“Oh shit. I am. But I don’t know if I can. Fuck.”

She grabbed her phone to check the time.

“You could tell them that something came up and you needed to help a friend.”

Her eyes met mine and she seemed to relax just a little. “I can’t lie to them.”

“It’s not really a lie. You did help me by giving me a ride.”

I was excellent at coming up for excuses not to see your family. I had so many I could probably write a book of them.

Delaney bit her lip.

“Your parents will understand. Just say you’ll go later, or that you’ll make it up to them.”

I remembered her parents from when we’d been in school. Her mom worked for the town, so she literally knew everyone, and her dad was a teacher, so he knew everyone that she didn’t know. They’d come to every single parents’ night and concert and event for Delaney and they were always so proud of her.

My parents had never shown up unless it was a meeting where they could get up and talk or yell or fight with each other. Or my mom would want to join a group and be in charge and make everyone else miserable. She’d practically demolished the Boosters in less than a month. They wanted to ban her, but then my dad threw a fit even though he hated her. My parents were endlessly embarrassing.

Delaney typed out a message and then waited. A few responses came in.

“They’re concerned but I told them that I’d come for dinner next week, as well as on the weekend. It really has been too long since I’ve seen them.” I could hear the guilt in her voice.

“I thought you weren’t going to be good anymore?” I asked her.

She rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

I couldn’t help but lean closer to her. “What did you mean?”

She looked away from me. “I can’t believe I showed you my Fuckit List.”

I almost choked. “Your what ?”

“My Fuckit List. You saw it last night.” Was that what she was calling it? I had to hold back a laugh.

“It was quite a list.” One item in particular had completely disrupted our day.

Delaney scrolled through her list and then set her phone down.

“Do you need anything?” I asked.

“No. I mean… No.”

What was that hesitation?

“It’s okay. You can ask for things, Delaney.” She clenched her hands on her knees.

“It’s nothing.”

She wasn’t going to open up to me anymore right now. I really needed a moment away from her to think, but I wasn’t going to get it right now.

“It’s a nice day out. What do you think about taking a walk?” Sitting here in the apartment was too much for me. Made me think about the kisses we had shared and how the second time she had been about to shove her tongue in my mouth and I’d almost blacked out in shock.

“Yeah.” Delaney nodded. “Let’s do that.”

* * *

It was one of those unusually hot early fall days that still felt like summer, so we headed toward the pier.

“Did you want to get anything?” I asked her as we strolled past the stalls that would soon be closed down for the season.

“I wouldn’t say no to some ice cream.”

We got in line to order ice cream and I kept glancing at her. I had kissed Delaney Budreau. She had kissed me . It made me want to climb on one of the picnic tables and announce it to everyone.

I mean, it was never going to happen again, so I was going to have to live the rest of my life on those two short kisses. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

I swore I could still taste her if I licked my lips.

Delaney ordered a chocolate peanut butter cone, and I got cherry vanilla. We walked together toward the end of the pier as we ate our ice cream together.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Ice cream always seems to help,” she responded. “I still feel shitty about not going to see my parents, but I couldn’t talk to them right now. They’d ask me all kinds of questions that I don’t think I have the answers to.”

We paused, leaning against the railing and looking out at the bay and the wind-whipped waves. Various sea birds floated on top of the waves, bobbing like toys in a bathtub.

“You know, you can talk to me,” I said, bumping my shoulder against Delaney’s as she stared off into the distance.

“Can I?” she asked, turning and facing me.

“Of course.”

She studied me for what felt like hours. As if she was looking for something. I wanted her to find it more than anything else.

“Your ice cream is melting,” I said as it dripped down her arm. She didn’t seem to have noticed.

I watched as she lifted her arm and licked it clean. I had to close my eyes and do my best not to think lewd thoughts about her tongue. The same tongue that had almost been in my mouth.

She had almost put her tongue in my mouth.

Was I allowed to read into that? Because I really, desperately wanted to read into it.

Delaney and I finished our ice cream and kept walking around, walking into random shops and strolling around. She appeared completely lost in thought, even when I tried to draw her into conversation. Eventually I gave up.

We decided to have lunch at a local tapas place that was expensive but delicious.

Things were off between us, but nothing I did seemed to make a difference. I guess I’d just have to wait it out.

Delaney asked our server to split the check and I didn’t know what that meant either.

Between last night and today, I was just a giant ball of confusion, but so was Delaney. So many things sat unsaid between us. Guess we were going to ignore them and hope they went away.

Once we finished lunch, I expected Delaney to tell me that she was going home, but she walked back to my apartment and up the stairs behind me. I shut the door and faced her.

“Can we have a conversation?” I asked. Had I given her enough time?

Delaney let out a loud breath and flopped on the couch. “I guess.” She didn’t sound happy.

I sat down beside her, making sure there was a little distance between us.

“What happened earlier? With the kiss?” Oh no, I was saying the “k” word.

Delaney flinched at the mention of the kiss.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, picking at her nails.

“Delaney,” I said, my voice firm. “What was that?”

“I don’t know!” She surged to her feet and paced to the window, staring out for a second and then whirling to face me.

“I don’t fucking know, James! All I know is… I think I want to try it again.” Her face was so red, she could have been confused for a stop sign.

Hold on. I needed to hear her say that again so I could confirm I wasn’t imagining things.

“Repeat that last part,” I said, my hands shaking as I braced them on the couch. If she gave me the word, I was going to her. If she wanted me to kiss her, then I was going to fucking kiss her.

She bit her lip. “I want to try kissing you again.”

Our eyes met and then I was off the couch and striding toward her as fast as my legs would carry me.

“Right now?” I asked, stopping right in front of her. I needed to make sure. I had to be sure this was what she wanted. She had to take the lead.

“Yes,” she said, and I swore I could feel her trembling.

“Are you scared?” I asked, leaning closer. Delaney didn’t pull away. I kept my eyes on hers, searching those deep golden-brown pools for the answers I was seeking.

“Yes.”

“Of me?”

She nodded. “But not scared enough that I don’t want to do it.”

There had never been a kiss in history this consequential or monumental. Or maybe I was being too self-centered, but it certainly felt that way in this moment.

“You can kiss me, Delaney.”

She nodded once. And then her lips were on mine again. Soft as the brush of a butterfly wing at first. So gentle, as if she was worried I’d shatter. I held back, forcing myself not to attack her the way I desperately ached to.

This was all new to her and I had to be so careful. I wanted this to be a safe place for her to explore.

Delaney took what appeared to be a bracing inhale before her eyes closed and she met my lips again.

Oh hell. It was just as electric as the last two times. Kissing Delaney obliterated any other kiss I’d had before. I couldn’t even remember them. Had I ever kissed anyone before? Not like this .

She took her time, as if she wanted to experience every moment and evaluate it before moving on. I’d kiss her until my lips fell off.

It took monumental effort not to answer her back when she started moving her mouth against mine, but then I heard her make a little frustrated sound and she pulled back.

My eyes snapped open to find a disgruntled Delaney looking at me.

“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” I blurted out. “I absolutely want to.”

She huffed out a breath. “Then kiss me back. It’s weird when you don’t.”

Had to give the lady what she wanted.

This time when Delaney pressed her lips to mine, I immediately responded, matching her pace and pushing just a little. She answered back and we fell into a wordless conversation between the two of us, discovering our kiss together.

It was heady and beautiful and delicious and deep. I didn’t know if I’d ever kissed someone this thoroughly. Not even in college when one of my favorite hobbies had been making out.

I reached for her and pulled her so she was pressed up against me and I could relish the feel of her body. Fuck, I loved the way she felt. She was perfect to hold.

Delaney’s hands were hesitant. One started out on my face and then sunk into my hair and the other gripped my shoulder as if she was holding on for dear life, her nails digging into my skin. I hoped she left marks.

We kissed and kissed, and I learned the taste of her mouth and I could have counted her teeth and she could have done the same. Our tongues became best friends and danced together like they’d always known each other.

My lips started to grow numb before I was willing to put any kind of space between us.

Delaney’s eyes fluttered open and she had a dazed look on her face which I bet was mirrored by the one on mine.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” she said, licking her lips as if chasing the taste of me. Fuck.

“I know I only put kissing a girl on my list, but…” she trailed off, her face flushing even more.

“What is it, baby?” I asked. There it was again. That word I couldn’t hold back around her.

I stroked some of her hair back from her face.

“I, um…”

“What do you want? You can have it.” If she was going to ask me for more, I’d give it. I’d give her anything.

“I’m not… I mean, I don’t…”

She couldn’t get the words out so maybe I was going to need to say them for her.

“Do you want to go to my bedroom and try some things?”

Her nod was almost instantaneous.

Okay. We were doing this. I was letting Delaney experiment with me.

“Before we do anything,” I told her, “we’re going to talk about everything we do. And if either of us wants to stop at any time, we can stop. No questions asked. Understood?” She had to know that this only worked if we were both into it.

“Yeah, got it,” she said, her pupils blown, and her cheeks flushed. I’d been turned on since last night, but my desire had reached heights that I’d never known before. I could barely walk as we both crossed the short distance to my bedroom. I was grateful that I made my bed every day so it wasn’t a mess when we walked in. Sure, there were a few clothes on the floor and other things out of place, but I kicked them into a corner and turned to face her.

Delaney hovered in the doorway.

“Everything good?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed.

She had her eyes on it and she looked up at me. “Yeah. I’m a little nervous.”

I didn’t want to bring up the fact that the last person she’d probably had sex with was my brother. He didn’t get to have any part of this. I banished him from my mind.

“Do you want to take off your clothes? Or keep them on?”

She opened her mouth to respond and then pulled her shirt off. She only had a bra on underneath. It was almost the color of her skin.

“Me?” I asked, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. She nodded. I’d never undressed so slowly before. Usually it was a race to get as naked as possible.

Delaney pushed her joggers off and then she was standing in front of me in just her underwear. I followed, peeling my shorts off.

“Can you—” she pointed at the bed. I hoped she would get more comfortable.

“Do you want me to lay on the bed?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes racing up and down my body as if she didn’t know what part of me to look at.

I rested on my back and held my hand out to her. “Come here.”

She stepped toward me and took my hand but stayed standing beside the bed.

Her eyes were locked on my belly ring. I flicked it with my fingers. “Do you like that?”

She nodded. “I thought of getting one, but I never did.” I wondered if it was part of her “good girl” thing. So many people had teased her about being a rule follower and a suck up and all kinds of nasty words. I couldn’t take those words back, but I could give her a positive experience here in this room. With me.

“You can touch me, Delaney. I’d love it if you touched me.” I was going to die if she didn’t touch me in the next ten seconds.

I moved over on the bed and Delaney sat next to me, her legs folded under her.

I’d seen her body in the Pilates outfit she’d worn, but I’d done my best not to stare at her. Now I got to look all I wanted to. She was softly rounded, and I loved that I got to see all those little silvery stretch marks and the softness of her belly. She was incredible.

Tentatively she reached out and stroked a finger across my stomach and I did my best to hold still. Her touch felt like a burn, searing me with fire.

“You’re beautiful,” she said softly.

“You are,” I told her. “You’re gorgeous, Delaney. Sometimes I can barely look at you.” Her eyes met mine as if she didn’t believe me.

“It’s true. I’m not lying to you.” There would only be truth in this room between the two of us for as long as we were here together.

“Thank you,” she said and then she touched me more boldly. She traced my bra.

“I wish my boobs were like yours,” she said, almost wistful. Mine were definitely smaller, and that was a blessing. If they were more prominent, I would have hated them.

“Yours are perfect. Just the right amount.” I’d kept my hands to myself so far, but I reached out and brushed my finger on the underside of one of her breasts over her bra.

“Ohhhh,” she said, closing her eyes. “I think…I think I want you to touch me too.”

I told her to lay on her side next to me and I turned to face her.

“I’ll take mine off first,” I said, undoing the clasp of my bra in the back and then pulling it off.

Delaney stared at my naked breasts and then closed her eyes as she took off her own bra.

Her breasts were full and all I wanted to do was fill my hands with them. To stroke and tease and taste her nipples until they were hard and stiff.

She traced one finger across my upper chest, but her eyes were zeroed in on my nipples, which were hard enough to cut glass. Like they were reaching for her and desperate for her touch.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

“Of course you can. I want you to.” Reaching for her hand, I folded her fingers around my breast and we both gasped at the contact.

“Yessss,” hissed through my teeth. Then her thumb strummed my nipple and I let out a whimper. I wasn’t normally this incredibly sensitive, but I wanted her so much.

Delaney squeezed my nipple and I watched as she did the same to herself.

“What are you doing?” I asked, almost laughing.

“Just feeling the difference. I’ve only ever felt my own.” That did make me laugh.

“You’re so fucking cute, baby.”

Her eyes went wide at the endearment, but she didn’t draw attention to it.

“Yours are pretty. And really soft.” Now she had me in both hands and I could barely control the sounds coming out of my mouth. God, she felt so good. Her caress became more confident the longer she touched me and soon she was pinching and pulling at my nipples and I was so close to coming already.

“Let me—” I gasped. “Let me make you feel good.”

I didn’t reach for her until she met my eyes and nodded, her hands dropping from my breasts.

“Mmmm,” she said as I did the same to her, giving her the softest touches and then increasing the intensity.

“Can you lay on your back?” I asked. She blinked at me and then did so.

“I’d like to taste you, Delaney. I’ve been thinking about tasting you for so long.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Her eyes were bright, and she’d started panting. I made sure I kept watching for cues that she wanted to stop or that she didn’t like something as I leaned down and flicked my tongue against her nipple. A moan fell from her lips and I took that as a good sign to pull the entire thing into my mouth and give it a nice long pull. Delaney’s fingers flew into my hair just the way I’d hoped they would and her legs curled up.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good. Oh god, oh fuck.”

I would have smiled if my mouth wasn’t busy doing something else. Eager to please her, I kept going, learning what she liked. Adding my teeth had her almost losing her mind. I had to stop myself from shoving my fingers into her bottoms to find out how wet she was. I allowed myself a brief look and there was a definite wet spot. Fuck yes. I’d made that.

If she let me, I was going to taste her there too.

I slowed my movements and looked into her face.

She had the dreamiest smile, as if she’d never experienced something like this before. Maybe she hadn’t.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked, even though I knew the answer to the question.

“No! Don’t stop!”

“Okay, I won’t stop,” I said, smirking at her. She glared at me and I laughed.

“You want to take your bottoms off? Or I can take mine off and you can check me out. Do a little comparison.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, but she agreed.

I yanked mine off and tossed them across the bed.

“Here I am,” I said, feeling a little silly.

Delaney surprised me by sitting up and then moving so she was perched between my legs, with me on my back. Okay then. She really did want to get a look.

“I’m a fan of the bush,” I said, gesturing to mine. I kept things trimmed and neat, but I had never been into the full wax look on myself.

She looked from my pussy to my face and back as if she didn’t know what to focus on. Her cheeks were pink, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

Taking a risk, I widened my legs, giving her the full show.

I knew I was wet, and that she could see it. I wanted her to.

“God, having you look at me is so hot, baby,” I said. Could you come from a look? If she kept staring, then I just might.

Delaney seemed perplexed with what to do next. She was the cutest. Almost naked and flummoxed by pussy.

“Come here,” I told her gently, reaching for her. Maybe we needed to slow things down a little bit and let her catch up. We’d done a lot already for her first time with a woman.

My first sexual experience had involved no nudity and just a lot of clumsy fingering in a literal closet. Ah, good times.

Carefully, Delaney lay on top of me and I moaned at the contact of her skin with mine. Oh yeah, that was perfect.

“Look at you, gorgeous,” I said, pushing her hair away. I should have had us both put our hair up before we started doing anything, but I hadn’t been thinking.

“Kiss me,” I told her, and then her mouth was on mine again, kissing me deeply as she started to rub her body against mine, and the friction was going to drive me out of my mind.

“That’s it,” I told her as she undulated and started to move faster.

“I want to touch you,” she said into my mouth.

“You can touch me anywhere you want. Literally anywhere. I’ve got lube if we need it.” I literally carried travel bottles of lube in my bag. I’d learned so much in my slut era.

“Uh huh,” she said.

Delaney fumbled the kiss as she stroked her hand down my belly, stopping to play with my belly piercing before she brushed the top of my pussy. She pet my bush briefly and I almost came just from that.

I moaned into her mouth as she touched her fingers against me, as if she was discovering something for the first time.

“You’re so soft,” she said, her voice a little wrecked as she found my lips and traced the shape of my clit. I knew I was wet and coating her fingers and I had to stop myself from begging her to put her fingers in her mouth and suck them off while I watched. This was her exploration and I didn’t want to push too far too fast.

My legs jumped when she made direct contact with my clit.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling back.

“It’s okay. I like soft touches, but I also like it if you rub in a circle, and if you wanna slap it, then I’m not going to stop you.” She could hook my clit up to a car battery if she wanted to see what would happen. I didn’t even care.

“Oh,” she said and then went back to kissing me but let out a frustrated sound a moment later. “I can’t see what I’m doing.”

Before I could say another word, she pushed herself up, then scooted between my legs, shoving them further apart.

My eyes flew wide as she hovered with her face incredibly close to my pussy. She nodded in satisfaction.

“That’s better.”

Who was this woman?

“Do you need me to do anything?” I asked, feeling a little left out so I stroked my hand in her hair, gathering some of it in my hands to hold it out of the way.

I’d never had someone study me so intently before. It was arousing and a little unnerving.

“No, I’ve got this,” she said, and gone was the trembling and unsure woman who’d barely been able to ask for anything.

She was determined, that concentration at home on her face.

Delaney tilted her head to the side, as if trying to get a good angle.

She suddenly grinned at me. “It’s pretty. You’re pretty.”

I couldn’t stop the somewhat hysterical laugh that bubbled out from inside me. “Thank you, Delaney. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

No one had ever complimented my pussy in quite that way before.

“I expected it to be… I don’t know.” She propped herself up on her elbows and frowned before turning on her side, resting her head on the inside of one of my thighs. “There. That’s better.”

This was not how I thought this was going to go, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

“I like the way you feel,” she said, stroking me with one finger, just barely dipping inside me.

“Mmmm, I like the way you feel when you do that .”

Those were the last coherent words I said for a while as she slowly and methodically tried out every kind of touch on me. Soft and slow and then with more pressure and then she started to enter me with one finger.

“You’re so warm.”

I couldn’t answer.

I kept trying to chase her hand, to pull her deeper, but she wasn’t letting me. This woman was going to torture me to death.

“Let’s see if we can find…is that it?”

“Holy fuck!” She’d hooked her finger inside me and pressed on my G-spot. The pressure eased and then she stroked it and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“More fingers,” I gasped. I needed more of her hand inside me. And then ideally some clit action and I was ready to blow.

“Got it,” Delaney said, adding a second finger and experimenting with touch and pressure and thrust.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” I chanted.

Delaney was saying something softly to herself, but I couldn’t hear her. I was too busy trying not to beg her and turn into a total mess. I was quickly losing that battle.

“Clit, clit, clit,” I gasped.

She shifted and then her thumb rubbed my clit in clumsy circles until she got the hang of it and then it was like she’d been born to do this. As if her hand had been formed and created to fit and pleasure my body.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned her. I was going to climax and I was probably going to get the bed wet. It didn’t happen every time, but it did happen when I was very, very horny. Like tonight. I’d been wanting and wanting her and now I had her inside me and with me and—

“I’m coming, ohhhh fuck!”

Delaney pummeled my G-spot and caressed my clit and I was launched into an orgasm that felt like it was going to kill me. It was too much, far too much and I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything but this .

It grew and grew until finally fading and bringing me back down into reality and my bed. Which was definitely wet.

Every limb trembled with the aftermath as I did my best to recall how to breathe.

Delaney popped her head up and I saw that her face had moisture on it.

“Sorry,” I gasped. Oh god. She’d been in the splash zone.

She smiled and wiped her face with her hand. “It’s okay. I thought that was a myth.”

Okay, she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t running away or glaring at me in disgust.

“It’s not,” I said, trying to collect my scrambled thoughts.

She lifted her fingers, studying them. As if she was looking for something.

“How do you feel?” I asked her.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

I smiled and pushed my sweaty hair back. “I think you got a good idea of how I feel. I was pretty clear about it.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think… I mean, I’m not gay. A lesbian. Whatever.”

I couldn’t stop myself from snorting. “Delaney, you literally just had your fingers inside me.”

She huffed and looked at the ceiling. “I know that. I’m just… I don’t know what any of this means , James. What does this mean?”

I reached for her and she let me pull her until she laid on my chest, her head resting right on one of my breasts. I liked having her there. Felt like she fit.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything. I was just teasing you. Tomorrow you could decide that this was fun but not for you. There’s no pressure to do anything. This is a decision-free zone tonight.” I gestured to indicate my bed. “This is a safe place.”

She looked up at me and nodded, but she still had too many thoughts swirling in her eyes.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Okay.”

Now that we got that out of the way…

“Would you like to see if I can make you come?” I asked.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Yes. Please.”