A/N Following all your lovely reviews and comments here is the scene for once Delia's tidied up. It is certainly M rated!
I rush upstairs and into my bedroom, pulling off my cardigan and belt and tossing them onto, and then unintentionally, over, the bed. Stepping out of my dress I leave it in a crumpled heap on the floor not giving a care to how it will look in the morning. Rather more focused on getting myself changed and ready for Delia. I carefully pull out every Kirkby grip securing my beehive and drop each one into the pot on the dresser. I don't know what Delia meant, Ishake my head and my hair to falls out easily landing naturally around my shoulders. I run my fingers through it as I walk to the door, lifting my dressing gown off the hook on the back of the door and putting it on over my underwear. I quietly open the door and tiptoe down the landing, unsure why I'm being so quiet when we're the only ones here, force of habit I suppose. I let myself into Delia's room and shut the door. The light on the dresser provides a soft glow to the room. I walk across the small room to the window, running my fingertips over the petals of the flowers I'd bought Deils earlier in the week. She keeps them so well, they look as fresh as they did when I got them.
I startle as I hear Delia's footsteps coming up the stairs. I leap over to the bed and lay myself down on my side, propping my head up with my left arm. I'm unsure what to do with my right arm, a tiny part of my wishing it would disappear. I quickly try several positions before resting it on my side, my hand across my hip. I smile as I hear Delia knock on my door, I can hear the door open and then close before the footsteps resume. My heart is beating faster as they get louder and the door to Delia's room opens.
I can't help but smile when I see the reaction I'm causing. Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush Crimson as she looks up and down my body. Part of me feel nervous and self conscious as her eyes focus on my legs, my hips, my busy. But another part of me is coming alive. I pull my dressing gown open slightly to reveal what underneath. I've purposely left my stockings and suspender belt on as I know it's something Delia loves. Her eyes widen even more and she licks her lips.
"Hello" she chuckles as she walks towards me, her nostrils are flaring uncontrollably, a quirk of hers that I love.
"Hello" I smile back as she reaches me.
"I though you were getting changed?" She smirks, rubbing her thumb over the lapel of my robe.
"Sorry, do you disapprove of my dress code?" I bite my lip in an attempt to suppress the grin I can feel trying to burst out.
"Not one bit" her voice is husky and slick as she pushes me onto my back, climbing on the bed and straddling me, her thighs around my hips.
Looking up at her from here is possibly the best view in the world. Her hair below her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her breaths faster than usual causing her breasts to heave under her pyjama top. I can just see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric, aching to be free. I lick my lips and reach up to her buttons slowly undoing each one and pulling apart her top. Her nipples harden as the cool air hits them and I can't stop myself running my thumb over one, eliciting a moan from Delia. I pull her towards me with my other arm and press my lips against hers, immediately asking for entrance with my tongue. She grants it without hesitation and our tongues meet, fighting for dominance. Her hands are in my hair, her fingers running through it as she promised downstairs. I run my hands up and down her sides as my hips buck, without control, up against her. Without breaking our kiss Delia moves herself off of me and begins pulling open my robe even further, exposing my underwear. My nipples straining under my brassiere and a wet patch rather noticeable on my knickers. She pulls me to sit up, pushing my gown down my arms and off before reaching behind me to undo my bra, pulling it off on one motion. Goosebumps cover my whole body as I'm exposed to the air. I pull her closer to me and kiss her again, our breasts touching, nipples grazing each other, causing another bolt of heat to shoot through my body. I pull her bottom lip with my teeth and tug it gently, causing another moan. My hands make their way down her toned body, fingertips grazing every dip and rise of her breasts and torso before stopping at at the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. I pause wanting to check she's happy for me to go on. She doesn't say anything but guides my hand under the waistband, all the permission I need. My fingers graze her dark curls, running along the hair line, twisting them gently between my finger and thumb.
"Pats" her voice is barely more than a whisper and I can't help but smile as I realise how much tension my teasing is causing.
I crush my lips against hers once again as I continue to play with her hair, moving my hand up and away from where I know she want it to be. She groans against my lips. I'm about to give into her demands when she pulls me close and pushes her hand down my back, under my knickers and squeezes my buttock. I gasp as she moves her hand further down, her fingertips achingly close to my entrance. I pull my leg up and over hers giving her more access in the hope she'll move further. She doesn't, rather pulling away.
"Tease" I groan.
"Well maybe you shouldn't tease me then" her voice is slick and full of lust.
Despite me wanting to tease her further my own needs are too great. I allow my fingers to reach her opening and running them along her wetness. She moans loudly as I plunge one finger inside her allowing my thumb to brush her super sensitive bundle of nerves. I'm not sure when it happened but her hand is now down the front of my knickers. Her fingers on me imitating my own inside her. The feeling in indescribable as we rock against each other, fingers deep inside one another. I can feel my climax edging closer and judging by the was Delia is panting hers is too. She pulls me in for another kiss and our nipples meet again causing a final wave of heat to wash over me tipping me over the edge. I moan loudly as my muscles clamp down around her fingers, she doesn't stop rather picking up her pace, causing me to spasm harder. My thumb brushes her sensitive nub once more and she screams, her own climax peaking, her walls clamping hard against my fingers, a truly unique feeling and one I've missed rather a lot.
We hold each other close, fingers still inside one another, as our spams and twitches subside, a fine film of sweat across us both. I don't want to move, I want to stay in this moment forever. Deils breaks first, pulling her hand away I immediately feel empty. I reluctantly do the same and take her hand with my own, linking our damp fingers together.
"Thank you for waiting up" I smirk.
"Any time" she grins back.