“Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate you guys getting here so quickly.”
As the men packed up and made their way off the property, I grabbed Del and brought her inside. Our night had gone so well that I hated having it end on a sour note, but I understood if she didn’t want to stay.
“I’ll get my keys and take you home. I’m sure you’re exhausted by now.”
“Nope,” she said softly as she dropped the red shawl she had wrapped around her shoulders to keep warm. “I’m not tired.”
“You know what? You don’t look tired.”
My body reacted with an explosion of desire as Del gently bit her lip and looked up at me. We stood in the entryway for less than a minute before I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. The urge to taste her body was overcoming me and I needed to get that dress of and have her.
“Is everything all right?”
“I don’t think it was a break in. I probably forgot to lock the door or something. Everything…is…perfect…” I said as I watched her slip her hands behind her neck and unzip her dress.
She locked eyes with me, and I felt as if she had total control over the situation. Every moment had my attention. Every lick of her lips pulled my eyes toward her. So when she finally let her dress fall to the ground, my eyes first followed the dress before returning to her magnificent curves as she stood in front of me.
Lust was a feeling I was comfortable with. I knew what it was like to want the sweet release of an orgasm and to have a beautiful woman in front of me just begging for me to bring her some pleasure. With lust, I wasn’t concerned about anything other than how I could get my own pleasure and maybe give the woman a little bit of pleasure of her own.
Yet as I stood there looking at Delilah, I felt something more than lust. My body longed to be close to hers. Not just in a way that could bring me pleasure, but I actually wanted to have her next to me. It was a strange emotion that I wasn’t ready to label, but my urge to have her near me didn’t scare me, either.
For years, fear was a common emot
ion that I’d kept hidden, running away from any woman who elicited real emotions from me. But this time, I took a step toward Del. The unknown of whatever was ahead for me didn’t scare me in that moment because the longing I felt was stronger than the fear.
Her hands reached out for me and pulled me next to her. I made quick work of getting out of my suit so I could feel our skin together. Every soft caress of her fingertips sent more and more blood surging to my body. My calmness and need for her converged, and I couldn’t take the pressure any longer.
“I’m going to rock your world,” I whispered in her ear.
“Not if I rock yours first.”
Del grabbed the waistband of my boxers and thrust them to the ground as she fell to her knees. Before I knew what was going on, she had her lips wrapped around me and I was moaning out in utter pleasure.
Her hands were planted on my hips and instead of denying my thrusts, she encouraged them. Her body urging me on as we moved together in perfect sync. Was this real? Was this girl of my dreams really taking control and giving me exactly what I dreamt of? It was too good to be real – everything about Del was so perfect.
My brain wanted to analyze the situation, find faults that would make it okay for me to turn and run away from this perfect woman. But my body wasn’t going to let me run. The connection I felt with her was more primal than I could remember feeling even with my ex-wife. I was energized when around her, I felt better, stronger, and more willing to take on the world.
No matter how Del had come into my life, I was happy she was there. I was even happier that she had taken control of our night and demanded the pleasure she wanted to give me.
Women didn’t seem to take control in the bedroom much anymore, so it was refreshing when one did. I was tired of being with women who constantly waited for me to make the moves. A man could only give so much before he wanted something in return.
That concept was the same in business as it was in love. The balance of a symbiotic relationship took work, or so I had thought for years. My perception was that a balanced relationship wasn’t possible without the sort of work that I had put into trying to save my marriage.
But Del was teaching me something in this moment of pleasure. There was no worry of balance if you were matched up with someone who gave just as much as you gave.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure she delivered. I gave in reluctantly as my mind tried to fight it. Control was what I was used to. Giving instead of receiving was my norm, but this girl was taking all the norms I was comfortable with and throwing them out the window.
“Now, I’ve got a fun idea,” she said with a mischievous smile on her face as she pressed me toward the bed.
I could see she was enjoying this trip into dominating me, but I’d had enough for the night. My comfort zone was conquered, and I needed to get back to what I was used to. Instead of falling onto the bed like she urged me to with her fingers, I grabbed her hand and quickly threw her onto the bed.
My rough move shocked her at first, but then I saw the lustful smile that crossed her face. She wanted to let me control her just as badly as I wanted to have her under my control.
“Not so fast, little lady,” I said as my hand held her wrists together to prevent her from touching me. “I’ve got my own plans.”
“Mmmm, I do love a man who plans ahead.”
“Yep, I’m a planner. You see, I’ve been planning what I was going to do with you once I got you into this bed. I had all sorts of possibilities in mind, and you just helped me decide which one I should go with.”