"THIS ISN'T what I was expecting," Delia huffed out a breath, as we sat on the couch with the TV on.
"You said whatever I want," she crossed her arms over her chest, as we watched the first episode of Good Girls, "I've been wanting to watch this for the longest time."
"Okay, you really think they're going to rob that grocery store?"
"I watched the trailer, so yes."
"So what happens?" She asked.
"Shh. Just watch, woman," I placed my hand on her thigh, and leaned my head against her shoulder. She welcomed my embrace, and intertwined our fingers, as we continued to watch the show.
"Okay, darling."
After the first episode, I stretched my arms, and got up, "Delia?" She was peacefully asleep, her head awkwardly leaning forward. I could have never fallen asleep like that. My neck would hurt too much.
I placed one hand on her shoulder, and the other behind her head, and carefully positioned her properly on the couch. Grabbing a blanket from the closet, I covered her, and turned off the TV. I guess she's sleeping over.
I decided to shower, and get dressed in my pajamas, before I woke her up to get into bed. I wouldn't let her sleep on the couch all night. Her back would have been killing her by morning.
I could never go to sleep without taking a shower, and brushing my teeth first. My body always felt extremely parched after a long day, and the warm water would always soothed my aching muscles. Stepping out of the shower, I dried my skin with a towel, before wrapping it around my body. I grabbed my lotion, and began to latter it around my arms and legs.
"That's sexy," my eyes widened, and I turned around, startled. With such a hasty movement, my towel slipped off of my body, and pooled to my ankles on the floor.
"Fuck," I immediately covered myself with my hands, not that it was much help. Quickly, I grabbed my towel off of the floor, and securely wrapped it around my body, "I thought you were asleep."
"I was," looking at her, her teeth was nibbling on her bottom lip, as she indiscreetly stared at me, "I'm glad that I woke up. That wasâwow."
"I'm sorry. That's embarrassing," I made sure the towel was tight around my body. She walked closer, her eyes staring lustfully into mine.
"No, you're beautiful," she placed her hand on my arm, and reached for the edge of my towel.
"Deliaâ" as she leaned in, my body shuddered against the warmth of her presence. Her lips pressed against the side of my neck, causing my legs to almost collapse beneath me.
She gently tugged the towel, allowing it to loosely drape around me, "you're so frickin' sexy," she mumbled.
I closed my eyes, as her lips continued to devour the nape of my neck. Fuck, that feels so good.
Her hand slipped beneath my towel, and snaked its way around my waist, "Delia, Iâ" her lips travelled up my neck, and down the length of my jawline, as her hand travelled up my torso, and cupped my left breast.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back. Gosh, I would let her take me right against this sink. But I was in no way going to let her see the monstrosity that I called my vagina. It looked like weeds that weren't trimmed in ten years.
She repositioned her hand on the side of my neck, and pulled me into her, "at least let me do this."
My heart was thumping faster than it had ever before. Looking into her gorgeous, blue eyes, my entire body felt weak. When our lips collided, a wave rippled through me, piercing the center of my heart.
She had all the control. When she placed her other hand against my cheek, intensifying our kiss, my knees tightened and squirmed. It might have been a mess down there, but an unexpected river made it even worse.
Her tongue surpassed the barriers of my teeth, and her body pressed into mine so perfectly. She could probably feel my hard nipples against her collarbones.
Pressing me against the sink, her hand moved down my shoulder, and onto my thigh, gripping my butt cheek possessively.
"Wow," I breathed, as I finally was able to get some air. She took a glance down my body, since my towel had opened, but luckily, only showing up to my lower stomach.
"I must have a lot of restraint," she shook her head, and took a deep breath. Pulling the edges of my towel together, she looked carefully into my eyes, "whenever you're ready, darling. It's no rush," she removed her hand, and I gripped the towel tightly. I must have a lot of restraint! That was too hot.
"Are you going to stay over?" I asked.
"I shouldn't. I'd be tempted toâ" she ran her hand across her chest, "you know. Maybe another time. I have an early day tomorrow anyway."
"Text me when you get home. Next time I'll come over to your place."
"Really? You have any plans this weekend?"
I tried to catch my breath, and calm down the throbbing beneath my towel, "I don't thinkâ" the meeting in Chicago, Alyssa, "actually, I do," I sighed, "I'll be in Chicago, sadly. But we'll figure it out. I'm going to be really busy for the next few weeks," then you'll be off to Chicago, and busy there too.
"I know you'll find some time for me," she winked. I followed her into the living room, and she began to gather her things.
"I'll try my best. Just don't be offended if I don't respond to your messages right away," I told her.
"As long as it's not days, I'll be fine. We're releasing a new eyeshadow palette soon. And I have to be there every step of the way. Last time, we had terrible packaging issues."
"Good luck," I walked her to the door. She opened it, and leaned against the frame, looking at me.
"I'll miss you. Have fun in Chicago."
"You have fun with makeup," I reached for her hand, and leaned in, placing a peck on her lips.
"That'll have to sustain me until the next time I see you," she said.
"It'll be sooner than you think."