Finding Solace

“I’m not a guy who needs to know all the gory sexual details, but let me ask you something. When was the last time you were with someone?”

“It’s never been like that for me.”

“Like what?”

Her gaze falls to the tub, and the strength in her voice goes right with it. I hate that she feels weak at a time when she should feel empowered. She’s amazing. Has she forgotten? She whispers, “I’ve only been with two people, and you’re one of them.” This time, her hands find my cheek, and the day’s beard growth must feel rough under her soft touch. “You always saw me so differently from who I am.”

“I saw who you really were. Not Douglas Noelle’s daughter. Not Jason Koster’s girlfriend. Not the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen even though you were. And are. No. I always saw Delilah Rae Noelle. She’s the girl I would make the world spin backward if I could just to get another chance to spend time with her. You’re magnificent.”

Looking up under a wave of dark lashes, she’s timid when she asks, “That was then. What am I now?”

“What did he do to you?”

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re naked in the shower, and the water’s running cold. Maybe we can finish this talk another time. Tonight, I want to be the girl you always remembered me to be.”

“I don’t need that girl when I have the woman before me.” I follow up with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She raises her arms into the air, and says, “You missed a spot.” The weight of our worries lifts, and the playfulness returns. Happy to kiss that spot, I caress her breasts and kiss her neck. Her body vibrates as she laughs, then she adds, “We should really hurry this along before the water’s freezing.” I rub my body against hers, soaping myself up.

When she dips her soapy hands and takes hold of my erection, I waver, my eyes wanting to close, to savor, to just feel. “God, that feels so good.”

“Wait until I remind you what I can do with my tongue.”

I hit the knob to turn the water off and yank the towels from the shower rod. I don’t see the rod falling, but the top of my head catches it. “Fuck.”

“Oh, no!” Under the plastic curtain, she finds me and rubs my head. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’ll live.” With a giant bump, but I will.

“I’ve been meaning to secure it. It’s not the first time it’s fallen.” She’s all over me, kissing my shoulder and still rubbing my head.

With the curtain still engulfing us, I pull her hands down and look into her worried eyes. “I’m okay, and I’ll fix it before I leave.”

The concern trapped in her brow eases, and a smile appears. Leaning down and kissing my forehead, she says, “I’d like that. Hopefully that’s not until morning, though.”

“I’m hoping for at least midday.” Now I’m smiling and it’s probably too big, but I don’t care. Taking her by the waist, I pull her close while pushing the curtain away.

“Midday already sounds too soon.” Her smile is mischievous and absolutely enticing. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

“Please tell me you plan on showing me to the bedroom.” She wraps the towel around her, and I sigh in my discontent.

“Absolutely.” She winks, her brave and beautifully confident side returning. This is the Delilah I remember. This is the side of her that I hope remains, even if I’m not around to remind her who she is.

12

Jason

When Delilah mentioned she’d remind me what she can do with her tongue, I admit, my mind recalled the best blow jobs I’ve ever received—all courtesy of her.

Lying in the truck bed under a star-filled sky.

In the cab while driving across county lines after winning a Friday night game.

Once behind the DQ.

So many times in my room, and maybe more in hers.

Our parents never knew how bad we were back in those days. Although it was always so good for us.

What I didn’t expect was her tongue sliding up my neck and taking my earlobe into her mouth. When her tongue grazes over it and she sucks—fuuuck. She has me hard as a rock and ready to fuck. “I can’t take much more of this torture, baby.”

Straddling my lap, she smiles at me. “Is the foreplay too much?”

“No. It’s done its job as you can tell.” Taking her by the hips, I flip her next to me and maneuver over her. Her legs part, welcoming my body as I slide into place. Slipping my hand between us, I ask, “Are you wet for me?” Sweet pink lips form a little O as the shock of my question infiltrates the fine features of her face. My cheek cocks up. “Don’t tell me you don’t like a little dirty talk.”