Page 21 of Unstoppable You (Sapph in the City #6)

Chapter Twenty-One

Delaney

What the fuck was this night? I didn’t know, but now I was on my back and James had removed my bottoms (which were embarrassingly wet, I might add). Far too many thoughts and questions trampled through my brain and I needed them to shut the fuck up so I could enjoy this.

Having an orgasm had always been a monumental challenge for me. It was rare when it happened when I was by myself, and even rarer to happen with a partner. I kind of gave up on having them when I decided I was going to marry Connor. I mean, the orgasm gap was real, and I wasn’t the only woman who wasn’t coming. I told myself I didn’t need it. Sex wasn’t just about getting off.

Any time I’d tried to give Connor any kind of direction, it hadn’t gone well. So I’d accepted the rare masturbatory orgasm as my fate and I’d been fine with it.

Now here I was in bed with James and I wanted to beg her to get me off. Beg her to fuck me hard with her fingers and stroke my clit at the same time. Too bad I didn’t have my trusty vibe with me. It might have been fun to add, but I was curious to see if James could make it happen with just her hands.

“I want to kiss you,” James whined and climbed up toward me, smiling with so much joy that I swear my heart stopped beating. She was sweaty and messy and glorious. I’d never seen anyone look this beautiful.

James kissed me at the same time as she played with one of my nipples and I gasped in surprise, but she just let out a throaty laugh, dancing her fingers down my body and stroking the insides of my thighs to make me open them. It was almost impossible to focus on kissing her when I knew where her hand was going.

It was already too much sensation. I had never, ever felt like this and there wasn’t time to analyze that now. I didn’t have the brain capacity.

James’s tongue stroked into my mouth and I was completely lost. She was so damn good at this. Her fingers were sure and skilled as she stroked the sides of my clit, thrust inside me, and did a whole bunch of other things that had me gasping and whimpering and moaning.

It wasn’t a conscious decision to thrust my hips against her hand, but it was happening and the heel of her hand was hammering at my clit and she had discovered my G-spot and was doing all kinds of things to it as if in retaliation for what I’d done to hers. I was going to need her to give me a rundown of all her tricks after this was over. Everything I had done was based on what I liked for myself, but she knew so much more than I did. Had so much more pussy-pleasing experience.

There was only so much you could learn from porn, which Connor had loved to watch. It had always been very specific, and I’d always watched it to please him. The kind he liked was so fake to me.

“You’re thinking too much, baby,” James said, and I loved the way that word sounded when she said it. I loved the way it was directed at me .

She pressed hard against my clit, making me whimper before she thrust her fingers hard and fast in and out of me and I knew that I was going to come. I was absolutely going to come.

“I’m close, I’m close,” I told her, and I could feel her smiling into my mouth. She was pleased.

“Come on. Be a good girl and let me see you come.” The combination of the words and the efforts of her hand detonated an orgasm that stole my breath and had stars exploding in my eyelids like fireworks. The climax grabbed me by the throat and didn’t let go as I surrendered to it. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

Nothing .

When my eyes opened at last and I saw James smiling down at me, I had to kiss her again with tingling lips. My skin was ultra-sensitive as James traced gentle patterns on my hips and belly.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well what?” Thinking was still somewhat of a challenge right now.

“What did you think?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I don’t know what to say.” That was as honest and answer as I could give her.

She laughed softly and then leaned down to kiss my forehead. “You’re still totally out of it, baby.”

“I like it when you call me that,” I managed to say.

She seemed surprised. “You want me to call you baby?”

“Just for tonight,” I clarified. “Just for now.”

James nodded. “Right. For tonight.”

She lay beside me on her side, and I could feel her gazing at me.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her.

“I’m thinking that you’re so fucking beautiful, Delaney. And that I feel honored you let me see you like this.”

I turned my head and my heart did that thing again where it stopped for a second.

“Thank you,” I said, because that seemed like the right response.

She grinned even wider. “You’re more than welcome, baby.”

* * *

Her bed was still wet, so we got up and I helped her change the blankets.

“I guess I should…go?” I asked.

“You don’t have to. I mean, I was going to take a shower. You could come with me. If you want?” If you’d told me this caring, gentle woman was the same girl who had made me cry in the locker room all those years before, I would have said you had the wrong woman. Yet here I was, hopping into James’s shower and fighting over who got to stand under the water.

“You’ve been there forever, I’m cold!” I said, shivering next to her.

“I have not!” she argued.

We wrestled for a second, both of us laughing until James shoved me under the spray and grabbed her body wash and a washcloth.

“I’ll do your back.”

She pushed my hair over my shoulder and started gently scrubbing my skin with the soap and the cloth. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in her touch.

“Mmmmm,” I said.

Warm lips caressed my ear. “I like hearing you make that sound.”

What we’d done together had been wonderful. A revelation. But this? This was amazing too.

“Just keep touching me, James,” I said. “Please keep touching me.” I heard the desperate note in my voice, but did it matter at this point? The woman had literally finger-fucked me until I came. Most of my shame had kind of gone out the window. I was enjoying myself too much.

There would be time later to analyze this experience and obsess over the implications, but right now, all I was going to do was let myself have this pleasure. The point of my Fuckit List was not to do shit just to do it, but to let myself be free. Of expectations, of the rules I set for myself, of rules I didn’t want to follow anymore.

I turned to face James and took the washcloth from her. “My turn.” I wanted to do some touching too.

* * *

It was early evening when we left the bathroom, me still wrapped in a towel.

“You can borrow something. I don’t think I’d mind seeing you in my clothes,” James said, pulling a few things from her dresser. On the top were various bottles and containers, and I drifted over, searching for her signature scent. I tested a few bottles until I found it, inhaling deeply. It wasn’t as nice from the bottle as it was when it mingled with her natural smell.

James presented me with a T-shirt, shorts, and a soft pair of bottoms. Why was thinking about wearing her underwear arousing?

Since she’d already seen me naked for a while, I dropped the towel and slid into her clothes. They were so soft and smelled like her. While I was getting dressed, she had too, in a very similar outfit and held a brush.

“Want me to work on your hair?”

I opened my mouth to tell her that I could brush my own hair, thank you very much, but then I shut it.

“That would be nice, thank you.” James had me sit on the bed as she perched on her knees behind me. She moved the brush through my damp hair with so much care.

“Your hair is gorgeous, but it always has been.” I’d been blonder in my youth, so as my hair had gotten darker, I’d needed chemical help to lighten it to the shade I preferred.

“When did you dye yours like that?” I asked.

James snorted. “I’ll show you my hair journey in a minute. Let’s just say I went through a spectrum before doing this.”

She’d done so much with her college experience and I’d done a whole lot of nothing. Had barely even dated. My main focus had been on my studies and getting the best grades I could and majoring in business with the intention of someday getting an MBA or perhaps going to law school. Not because I wanted to, but because I knew my parents would have been so proud.

My grades had always been stellar, and I’d made the dean’s list and graduated with honors.

Most of it had been a miserable experience, honestly. I could admit that now. Would it have killed me to dye my hair or spend a few nights doing something silly with my friends?

I couldn’t help but think of all the time I’d wasted.

“All done,” James said, still running her fingers through my hair.

I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Do you want me to do yours?”

Her grin was soft and sweet. “Yes please.”

We swapped places and I brushed out her hair, enjoying the task more than I should. I took longer than I needed to because I wanted to keep touching her.

“Beautiful,” I told her, and she turned around with a smile on her face and her phone in her hand.

“I’m going to show you these, but you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

How bad had her hair really been? I was dying to know now.

“I don’t think I can make that promise,” I told her. If it was really bad, I was going to mock her.

James huffed and turned the phone so I could see it as I wiggled closer. “Fine, but don’t be too mean.”

“We’ll see,” I told her, and she smacked me on the arm.

* * *

She’d dyed her hair some truly appalling colors it turned out. We went through them all and I gave my critique until we both were laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.

“Are you telling me you didn’t dye your hair the color of neon vomit?” she asked me, and I gagged.

“No, I did not.” That led to me finding my pictures from college and showing her. I hadn’t had much of a social media presence back then because I thought it was a waste of time.

I didn’t think about going home. I was fully in the moment because in this moment I didn’t have to think about anything else. Not what all of this meant, not how I’d never come that hard in my life, not about the changing feelings I had for James.

Nope. Not touching any of that. Set down the can opener, do not touch that container of worms. Walk away.

“Hey,” James said, touching my arm. I’d mentally drifted off again.

“Yeah?” I asked, staring at her. She was pretty even with her face bare and her hair half-damp and hanging on her shoulders.

“I’m really glad you stayed today.”

The way she looked at me made all sorts of big, scary, squishy things move in the vicinity of my rib cage and I wasn’t going to wonder about that either. Instead I smiled and nodded. “Me too.”

* * *

I had no intention of leaving until I absolutely had to, and James appeared happy to have me stay. A few hours after the shower, I found myself sitting on her counter while she cooked for me.

I’d offered to help, but she told me that she could handle it, so I watched as she chopped peppers and onions, seared chicken, warmed tortillas, and made a fajita seasoning with items from her spice rack. Add a few shakes of hot sauce and a squeeze of lime and we had a platter of gorgeous fajitas.

We ate on her couch, which was much more comfortable than mine.

“Where did you get your couch?” I asked her.

She grabbed her phone and mine vibrated momentarily with a notification. “Sent you the link. I had to get a new one because my old apartment was so small, I couldn’t fit a full-size one and only had this little dinky loveseat. I sold it to a college student who’d been very happy to get it for a decent price.”

“Nice. I really need to change my apartment. It’s…I need a change.” We were veering very close to topics I absolutely didn’t want to discuss. Her brother being the main one.

Fuck. James was Connor’s sister .

I shoved a fajita in my mouth and pushed all of that aside. I’d have time to flip out about it later.