Delia was further reassured that she could trust Patsy when she stepped into Patsy's bedroom, wearing sleep shorts and a vest, to find the redhead relaxing on the bed, book in hand, clad in her favourite pyjamas. The simple fact the Patsy hadn't just presumed they'd pick right up where they left off just allowed Delia to breathe a little easier.
When she spotted Delia, a soft smile spread across Patsy's face. She put the book aside and swung her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, holding a hand out to the Welshwoman. Delia gladly took it, and allowed herself to be tugged to stand between Patsy's knees, hands settling on the taller woman's shoulders as Patsy's hands came to rest on Delia's waist.
"Alright darling?" Patsy asked softly, and Delia tried not to be distracted by the tenderness radiating off the woman.
Delia nodded. "Very alright. What about you cariad?"
"Well I've got you in my arms, so I'm good," giggled the redhead.
Brows raised in surprise, Delia giggled with her. "I'm quite liking getting to see this cute side of you." She leaned down for a quick kiss.
"I'm glad," Patsy beamed, before taking a deep breath, the smile fading. "If I could just be serious for a moment though, I know it was a big deal for you, going topless earlier. So I just want to assure you that just because you've done it, I'm not expecting you to do it every time, or ever, even. I want you to be comfortable when we're together, so…" Patsy shrugged, and Delia thought her heart might burst at the soft and earnest look on her face.
"Thank you annwyl," she murmured, leaning into her girlfriend. "That means a great deal to me."
"Annwyl?" Patsy frowned up at her, and Delia felt her cheeks flush. "I don't know that one, what does it mean?"
It was Delia's turn to shrug. She hadn't meant to use that pet name yet, even if she was almost sure it applied. "You'll have to look it up sometime," she breathed, giving her weight to Patsy, encouraging her to lie back as she claimed her lips.
She felt Patsy smile as she went, drawing Delia down with her. Delia's heart pounded as she covered Patsy, sank into her, kissing her languidly. She prayed to any deity that might be listening that this incredible feeling, of being so close to Patsy, never got old, never diminished. She breathed in the woman below her. Everything about Patience Mount was intoxicating; her smell, her touch, her taste, the very essence of her. And Delia wanted more, wanted to give Patsy more. And so she arched against her girlfriend as she deepened the kiss, and was delighted when Patsy whimpered against her lips, the taller woman's grip on her waist tightening. Excellent.
Turning her face away, she kissed across Patsy's delectable jaw, down her neck, before dragging her tongue up the chords of the redhead's throat. Patsy released a shaky breath and Delia grinned. Turning Patsy on was exciting. "All right there sweetheart?"
"Uh huh," breathed Patsy, nudging at Delia's face to kiss her again.
"No no," Delia chuckled, moving out of her reach, slipping down Patsy's recumbent body.
"Where are you going?" panted the redhead, just a hint of a whine in her voice.
"Patience Patience," Delia quipped, teasing her nose across Patsy's collarbone, and down her sternum, stopping briefly to litter light kisses around the nipples starting to press against the fabric of Patsy's pyjama shirt. Patsy's breaths were deep and heavy, one hand keeping a gentle grip on Delia's wrist. Her fingers twitched as the Welshwoman continued down, nudging Patsy's shirt up to reveal much desired skin. Every mole, freckle, stretch mark and blemish was absolutely perfect. Pursing her lips, Delia blew a stream of cool air across Patsy's belly, watching with fascination as goosebumps broke out across her fair skin. Patsy jumped a little when Delia placed her lips on her abdomen. She wanted to worship Patsy's body, and so Delia slipped off the bed to kneel on the floor, her hands stroking up and down Patsy's sides while her lips travelled across the taller woman's belly.
But there was a barrier to her ongoing reverence.
Glancing up, she found Patsy laid out with her arm over her face. "Pats?" she called quietly.
"Huh?" Patsy's head snapped up from the duvet, clearly unfocused.
Delia chuckled, her fingers toying with the waistband of Patsy's pyjama bottoms. "May I get these out of the way?"
It seemed to take a moment for Patsy to register Delia's position and what she was asking. "Oh, you're going to…" She nibbled on her bottom lip as she pulled herself up onto her elbows. "We…err…we haven't tried that…"
Delia moved her hand from Patsy's trousers down to her calf, stroking it soothingly. "We don't have to if—"
"No," Patsy exclaimed breathlessly. "I want to, it's just been a while." She released Delia's wrist and grasped the elastic band, wriggling and shimmying to rid herself of the unnecessary covering.
With a soft smile, Delia knelt up to help her. "You'll tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything, won't you?" she asked, peeling the trousers down Patsy's legs and dumping them on the floor.
"Yup," the redhead panted, settling back on her elbows, apparently wanting to watch Delia work.
Grinning, Delia tugged Patsy to the edge of the bed, making the redhead whimper. If Patsy was nervous then she needed to indulge in a bit more foreplay. Delia was a big advocate of foreplay anyway, but in situations like this it was very important that Patsy felt relaxed, cared for, ready.
So she kissed a line up from the edge of Patsy's pubic hair to her belly button, continuing around the divet a couple of times before dipping her tongue into it.
"Woah!" Patsy exclaimed, her stomach muscles tensing.
Glancing up, Delia tried to assess Patsy's wide-eyed reaction. "Ok cariad?"
"Yeah, yes!" Patsy panted. "Just wasn't expecting it to feel like that. It felt like you were inside me!"
A dirty grin spread across Delia's face. "Does that mean I just took your navel diving virginity?"
Patsy stared at her incredulously. "That's not a thing Deels…right?"
The brunette just shrugged, and leant down to swirl her tongue around Patsy's belly button again.
The redhead's breath caught repeatedly, and Delia could feel a variety of muscles twitching under her hands. She only relented when Patsy's hips started to arch off the bed. It would have been very easy to just slip down the taller woman's body and let her tongue loose on Patsy's most intimate area, but she didn't want to hurry. Kissing across Patsy's pelvic bone, she heard Patsy sigh. This time, Delia let her tongue tease over the jutting rise of Patsy's hip bones. It didn't elicit much of a response, so she kissed down to Patsy's leg, her breath heavy on a silky inner thigh, her kisses wet and open mouthed.
"Deels, you don't need to warm me up!" Patsy whined.
Eyebrows raised, Delia halted. "No?"
"No," Patsy insisted, reaching out to stroke Delia's hair. "That image of you in the mirror will do the trick for a long time to come."
"Oh," exclaimed Delia, her cheeks flushing. She knew it was meant as a compliment, but she couldn't help being a little embarrassed at the thought. But she could worry about that later. "Well, in that case…"
She briefly nuzzled Patsy's reddish wiry curls, inhaling deeply. Patsy certainly smelled ready, Delia thought through the lusty haze that engulfed her brain. Parting the taller woman's sex with her thumbs, Delia caught a fleeting glimpse of Patsy's pink and swollen flesh before she applied her mouth to it.
"Ohhh…shit," Patsy hissed as Delia's tongue explored up and down her folds.
Delia suspected she'd have plenty of opportunity to learn the lay of the land if Patsy's halting breaths were any indication. She sucked experimentally at the engorged labia and was very pleased when Patsy's hips bucked beneath her hands. "Do you like that cariad?" she murmured against Patsy's sex, the vibration making the elegant woman squeak.
"Uh huh!" Patsy groaned. "But let me just…I want to…!" panted the redhead as she pushed up on her hands, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Oooh…ohhhh shit!" she breathed.
Unwilling to disengage from Patsy's folds, Delia simply frowned up at her, slipping her arms under Patsy's thighs so she could hold her bum.
Patsy swallowed hard. "I thought you were beautiful before…but arghhhh!" she moaned when Delia's tongue teased at her entrance. "Oh my god you look fucking incredible like this!"
Supporting herself on one hand, Patsy used the other to stroke Delia's hair out of her face. A face that was rapidly turning pink. Her hair was gathered off to one side, and Delia wondered if Patsy was going to use it to encourage her to focus where she wanted her, but her grip was loose enough that the brunette concluded Patsy just wanted to keep it out of the way. Because Patsy liked to watch.
Feeling a little self-conscious, Delia closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of Patsy's slick flesh against her tongue, the way she twitched when she licked particular areas. She crept her way up Patsy's folds until she could draw wide circles around Patsy's clit with the tip of her tongue.
Patsy's hips pressed against her mouth. "Ahh!…Oh Deels I like that…Ohhh! Oh that's different!"
Grinning once more, Delia continued for a while, Patsy's pelvis pulsing lightly against her face. Then she started shrinking the circles, creeping closer to the sensitive little bud that was her goal.
"Yes Deels…oh good girl!"
The flush of excitement that rushed through Delia caught her by surprise. Did she have a praise kink that she didn't know about? Later Busby!
She was now circling very close to Patsy's clit, so it was time to change things up. Now she started drawing a U, down one side of Patsy's clit and up the other side, then reversing. It made Patsy groan long and low.
"Clever," Patsy hummed, hand tightening a little in Delia's hair. "Very…very clever, darling."
Delia smiled, fingertips digging into Patsy's bum. This was quite a wonderful new experience. Feeling brave she opened her eyes. And it was her turn to groan in appreciation, making Patsy tense up. The woman was a vision. Pretty lips parted as Patsy breathed heavily, and a gorgeous blush dusted her cheeks, throat and chest, at least what could be seen above the buttons of her pyjamas. Eyelids fluttered, despite Patsy's best efforts to keep them open, but blue meeting blue when Patsy spotted Delia watching her seemed to steady the redhead's resolve.
Distracted by the sight above her, Delia unintentionally grazed her tongue over the tip of Patsy's clit as she swept under it, and Patsy cried out, her hand relinquishing Delia's hair in favour of her shoulder. Delia raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend again, receiving an enthusiastic nod in response.
"Please do that again Deels."
Delia couldn't deny such a polite request, and just that brief skim of the tongue against Patsy's clit did magic things. She could practically feel that euphoric energy building in Patsy's body and fuck it was turning Delia on. She could feel herself growing unbelievably wet as Patsy's hips ground lightly against her mouth, her chin so slippery as the redhead humped her face.
Patsy's breath had become shallow, and was getting steadily faster as Delia pushed her to finish. The taller woman's head kept falling back, her eyes tight shut before forcing herself to watch again. The look in her eyes could have incinerated Delia on the spot. It spurred her on, tongue shooting back-and-forth over the twitching bud.
"That's it Deels…that's it…" she whined, her fingers tightening on Delia's shoulder before she released her, instead seeking out Delia's hand where it clutched her bum, their fingers entwining in an iron grip, holding on like their lives depended on it. Patsy was so tense, her grinding stilted, high-pitched whines and groans escaping her as Delia pushed and pushed, holding Patsy tightly against her mouth. When Patsy started shaking she held fast. Patsy was going to come, and she was going to be the one to make her come.
Delia's own sex was throbbing as Patsy lost the battle to keep watching, her whole face screwed up as the intermittent whines grew into a drawn out cry. Her hips bucked into Delia's unrelenting mouth, the woman crunching forward even as her supporting arm gave up, Patsy toppling to the side. As Patsy's cries and convulsions weakened, Delia flattened her tongue, stroking the redhead's heated flesh soothingly.
"That's enough Deels," panted Patsy, squeezing Delia's hand. When the brunette removed her mouth from Patsy's sex the redhead flopped onto her back. "Very well done darling," she chuckled.
The biggest grin spread across Delia's face, and she wriggled where she knelt. Holy crap she was so turned on. She hoped Patsy wouldn't make her wait too long.
And she didn't. Levering herself up to sitting again, Patsy pulled Delia up to straddle her lap, holding her close as she drew her tongue over the smaller woman's lips, groaning, presumably in appreciation of the taste of herself on Delia's mouth. It turned into a passionate kiss, and Delia arched against Patsy as their tongues danced. God she couldn't get enough of this woman. When Patsy grabbed her hips and pulled Delia against her abdomen, encouraging her to rock back-and-forth, Delia groaned into the redhead's mouth.
"Ready for more darling?" Patsy smirked against her lips.
A wave of shyness swept over Delia. Why, she didn't know, it wasn't like this was their first time together. She supposed Patsy was being a lot more forward this time, and she felt embarrassed, called out even, at just how badly she wanted Patsy to fuck her. She hid her face in the crook of Patsy's neck. "Only if you want to Pats."
Patsy chuckled, her hand stroking reassuringly up-and-down Delia's back. "You know you're allowed to ask for what you want Deels?"
"I know!" Delia murmured indignantly, her arms tightening around Patsy's neck.
"Then why are you hiding?" Patsy purred right next to Delia's ear, making her shiver.
Sullenly, Delia shrugged.
"You don't have to be shy with me darling." Patsy kissed a line of slow open mouthed kisses across Delia's shoulder, and it was all the brunette could do not whimper. "You just let me know when you're ready Deels."
A teasing tongue traced down the chords of Delia's neck, making her squirm. Damn it, Patsy was already figuring out her weak spots. Well that was just rude!
Sitting bolt upright, Delia reached down for the hem of her shirt, pulling it swiftly over her head and dumping the garment on the carpet.
Patsy's wide eyes were immediately drawn to the brunette's chest but, battling to hide a grin, she respectfully moved her gaze back up to Delia's face. "Are you sure Delia?"
Delia scowled at her. Lord almighty Patsy was insufferable sometimes! With a growl, she grabbed Patsy's hand and placed it on her breast.
"Well," Patsy swallowed hard. "Alright then!" Carefully squeezing with one hand, she used the other to draw Delia closer, her lips painting patterns down the Welshwoman's throat, across her collarbone, before drifting down the slope of her chest.
Threading her fingers through Patsy's hair, Delia's head lolled back, the redhead's touch sending pulses straight to her sex. This was unreal. It had never been this easy or good with a new partner before! It wasn't perfect, they were still learning how to please each other, but it felt like they'd been doing this for weeks already. Then Patsy kissed between her breasts.
Delia's eyes shot open as she flinched away from Patsy's mouth. "Woah woah woah!"
A startled Patsy blinked up at her. "Sorry! If you're not ready I understand!" she yammered, her brow furrowing in concern.
"No Pats, it's not that," Delia reassured as she leaned over to Patsy's bedside table, retrieving a pack of wipes. "I just put the ointment on, I don't want you getting that shit on those pretty lips, it's nasty stuff," explained Delia, wiping at Patsy's mouth.
"Are you sure?" asked Patsy, taking the wipe and giving her lips a thorough clean. "I can avoid them if you'd prefer?"
Delia glowered at her. "I don't prefer." And she shoved Patsy back down to the mattress.
The wide-eyed, but delighted, redhead watched as Delia settled over her hips. The smaller woman sighed as her pelvis started to lightly grind down on her girlfriend, her swollen and sensitive sex quickly soaking through her shorts as she moved against Patsy's skin. It felt really nice, and the slack-jawed look of wonderment on the taller woman's face just made it even better.
She could feel Patsy's muscles working as she started to arch and roll for her, holding tight to Delia's thighs, intensifying everything. She really wanted to see Patsy's body moving with her, so Delia's hands fell to the buttons of her pyjama shirt.
The action snapped Patsy out of her daze, her hands stroking firmly up Delia's legs, across her belly and up to her breasts. It made Delia's eyes slam shut with a whimper, her fingers fumbling the buttons. Patsy's earnest attention was getting in the way of her objective…but she wasn't going to stop her. She just needed to focus for a couple more moments, try and block out the tantalising sensations Patsy was provoking throughout her body.
Taking a deep breath Delia bit her lip hard and concentrated entirely on each button, guiding it to slip through the tight opening, watching the fabric part and relaxed, revealing delightful flesh before she moved onto the next, and the next, and the –
Patsy's finger and thumb found her nipple, rolling it between them at the same time as she bumped her hips, the brunette falling forward onto her hands with a cry. Oh cripes she really wanted Patsy's fingers inside her right now! But she needed to get Patsy's shirt off! She needed access to all of her!
Before she could gather herself to finish her task, Patsy's lips crashed into hers, the kiss hot and all consuming, and the next thing Delia knew she was being rolled onto her back and rearranged against the pillows, Patsy's strong arm tight around her waist. Fuck that was so hot!
Delia clutched the shirt between her fingers. "Pats please!" she begged against Patsy's lips, a grateful sigh escaping her as Patsy broke the kiss to drag her shirt over her head, her hair spectacularly tousled by the move. But rather than settle down against her, as Delia desperately wanted, Patsy hovered over the brunette, her eyes slowly making their way down the petite body, until they stalled at her hips.
Patsy sighed this time, shaking her head as she glanced up at Delia with a devilish smile. "Well these are entirely unnecessary," Patsy declared, plucking at the waistband of Delia's shorts. "Don't you think Deels?"
Delia swallowed hard at the hungry look on Patsy's face. She nodded. "Uh-huh."
Maintaining eye contact the whole time, Patsy bit down on her lower lip as she slowly, teasingly eased Delia's shorts down her legs. Delia found herself holding her breath, moving only enough to make Patsy's job easier. The sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife. The brunette was hyper aware of everything; the gentle sliding of the fabric over her thighs, the slight scratch of Patsy's nails, the warm gusts of Patsy's breath. She couldn't hear much however, not over the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears. Fuck she'd never wanted someone this badly.
When her shorts hit the floor, Patsy sat back on her heels, her eyes drifting, taking Delia in in her entirety. It took a lot not to try and cover herself, Patsy's heated gaze almost searing her skin.
"Absolutely magnificent," the redhead purred, her fingertips drifting over the Welsh woman's thighs. She looked like she wanted to devour Delia. Eventually her eyes settled on Delia's breasts. "I hope you don't mind," Patsy murmured, leaning down until she was almost face-to-face with Delia's chest, "but I'd very much like to give these beauties some special attention?" Getting comfortable on her elbows, Patsy thumbs calmly stroked the brunette's ribs.
While Delia really just wanted to get down to it, her sex was clenching at the idea of Patsy's tongue toying with her nipples. "Uh-huh yup!" she croaked, nodding her head emphatically. "Have at it!"
And boy did Patsy have at it. She started off placing a reverent kiss on each nipple as she settled between Delia's legs, the brunette trying her best to keep her breathing steady as Patsy's weight on top of her made her whole body sing.
A flat tongue dragged itself over one nipple and Delia had to bite down on her lip. As the oh so fucking pleasant assault on the Welshwoman's senses continued, she found it increasingly hard to stay still and quiet.
Patsy's varying techniques provoked squeaks, moans and whimpers from Delia, her head thrown back and eyes tight shut, her fingers clutching at the sheets. But it was her hips that truly had a mind of their own; pressing down into the mattress, canting against Patsy's belly. Put simply, she could not keep still under Patsy's ministrations.
And oh Iesu mawr it was so good.
Taking a swollen nipple into her mouth, Patsy sucked at Delia, groaning herself as her tongue flicked slightly up-and-down.
"Oh cripes!" Delia gasped, her legs wrapping around Patsy's ribs, bringing her sex into solid contact with the redhead's skin. Delia felt like she might explode! "Pats!…Oh Pats please!"
She could feel the redhead grinning and one hand abandoned Delia's other breast, skimming swiftly down her side and straight between her legs. Delia tensed in anticipation as Patsy wasted no time finding where she was needed most, her fingers wet and ready at Delia's entrance. Delia's eyes opened just enough to note the absolute concentration on Patsy's face. The redhead glanced up at Delia, her eyebrows raised in question seeing as her mouth was still busy.
"Oh God…please Pats!" Delia whined, and was rewarded with two fingers slipping into her very ready body. She whimpered when Patsy's knuckles pressed against her sensitive flesh. Fucking finally! Patsy continued teasing Delia's nipples as her fingers moved in and out of her sex, and Delia all but melted into the bed. "Oh God," she groaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "Pats keep doing that forever please!"
A puff of laughter escaped the redhead, gusting over the damp skin of Delia's breast. "I'll see what I can do Deels," she purred, pressing into Delia a little more forcefully.
"Argghhhh!" Delia cried, her back arching as her legs tightened around her girlfriend. "I like that!" she whimpered. "I really really like that!"
"Good."
Patsy sounded far too pleased with herself, but the sultry sound of her voice combined with all the attention she'd lavished on Delia's tits was setting her up perfectly.
"Ahhh…" Delia keened, her hands grasping Patsy's shoulders, desperately needing an anchor. "Oh make me come Pats…Make me come please make me come!"
Patsy swallowed hard. "Gladly!" Her speed increased just a little and with the help of her tongue flicking rapidly at Delia's nipple, the Welshwoman felt her orgasm building fast. Her hips rolled to meet Patsy's fingers, her sex fluttering around them, breaths short and shallow as she concentrated entirely on reaching that sweet release. Patsy seemed to be on the same page, changing nothing in her technique as Delia sprinted towards bliss, though the brunette could feel Patsy's whole body tightening alongside her own.
In fact Delia's body was tightening so hard around the redhead's fingers she might wonder how she was still able to thrust if her brain weren't ready to short circuit! She felt super charged, about to implode, it was just a matter of time before…before… Delia bucked beneath Patsy, her back arching violently as spasm after spasm rippled through her body, gasping for air. Patsy's fingers attempted to crook against the tight muscle locking them in place, but gave up quickly, not that Delia needed any more stimulation, she was more than content with Patsy on top of her, her sweat slick skin gliding against her own, just feeling Patsy inside her, moving with her as Delia twitched and panted.
As her body calmed, Delia allowed herself a moment to let the oxygen make its way around her body again, and for her nerves to settle down. Laying there in the quiet she became aware of Patsy placing the most tender, reverent kisses to her breasts.
"Anyone would think you've never gotten your hands on boobs before," she chuckled, glancing down at a very content looking Patsy, stroking red hair out of her face.
Patsy winked at her. "I've never gotten my hands on better boobs before."
Delia laughed wholeheartedly. "Smooth Pats, real smooth."
Patsy lifted her head and kissed Delia's wrist. "I'm not suggesting you had no right to keep them covered over the last fortnight, but I've got a couple of missed encounters to make up for." The taller woman grinned as she ran her tongue around a hardening nipple, her freehand lovingly squeezing Delia's other breast.
Delia drew a deep breath as her sex twitched around Patsy's still trapped fingers, and Patsy's grin grew into a smirk.
"Again darling?" she asked, pressing her torso behind the hand caught between them.
Still sensitive from her orgasm, Delia whimpered quietly. "But it's your turn," she pointed out, her voice unsteady.
"Delia," Patsy smiled, shaking her head. "You know orgasms don't have to be reciprocal, right?"
The brunette rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the very nice feeling of Patsy's fingers inside her. "Of course I do, I just really like making you come."
"Well I'm rather fond of making you come too, so if you don't mind, my orgasms can wait until I tire you out."
Patsy rocked against her again, and again, and it was almost enough to make Delia give in, but the fishhook smile on the redhead's face sealed the deal.
"Alright, you can make me come again," she groaned, "but only if you come up here."
Patsy didn't waste a second, her mouth crashing into Delia's with a searing kiss before she even settled over her, one leg remaining between Delia's thighs, providing pressure behind her hand as they began to rock together.
Whimpers escaped Delia's nose as Patsy kissed the life out of her, the whole experience just about could easily be her new favourite place, lying beneath Patsy's absolutely incredible body. For Patsy, maybe she could get used to being a pillow princess.
Shifting slightly to the side, the redhead withdrew her fingers, and slammed back into Delia's body. Delia gasped.
"Alright?" Patsy asked quietly, watching Delia with half-lidded eyes.
"Yeah!" Delia nodded frantically, trying to press herself down on Patsy's fingers, desperate for more as she searched for Patsy's lip, needing all of her.
Patsy withdrew and slammed into her again.
"Oh fuck yes!" she cried into Patsy's mouth, clutching at her girlfriend. "More Pats! More!"
And oh did Patsy give her more. She hammered into her tightening sex. Delia brought both hands up to Patsy's face keeping her close enough to kiss, and kissed her thoroughly as they swallowed each other's cries and groans.
Fuck it was so intense, and she was loving how into it Patsy was.
For want of air, Delia had to abandon the kiss, instead pressing her forehead Patsy's as her pleasure climbed. Sweat stung her eyes, and when she blinked to clear them she caught sight of Patsy's face. Her brow was tight, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath, colour high in her cheeks. Cripes she was so beautiful! And so into this! If Delia didn't know any better she'd think Patsy was gearing up to an orgasm!
A high moan escaped Patsy, her eyes widening in apparent surprise, and their eyes met for an intense split second before Patsy pressed her face to Delia's necks, her breath hot on the brunette's skin.
A muted groan was all the warning Delia got before Patsy's arm sped up, her talented fingers taking Delia into orbit. But Delia was becoming increasingly aware that her thigh was…slick…Oh fuck Patsy was riding her leg! The most beautiful woman in the world was riding her leg! And was probably about to come! That was…just…the hottest fucking thing ever!
"Yes Patsy!" she whispered into the redhead's ear, lifting her knee just a little to give her more pressure. "Don't you dare stop."
Patsy's hips were rolling against her in time with the strokes of her arm. Fuck Delia was getting close, and even though she didn't know Patsy's tells yet, she was almost certain the taller woman was too.
"Shiiiit!" Patsy hissed, her arm stuttering as her body began to quake. "Shit shit shit!" And then she bucked against Delia's leg, and Delia couldn't care less that her own potential orgasm was fading.
She held Patsy tight as the taller woman shook. "Yes sweetheart," she breathed into red hair, pressing kisses to Patsy's head. "I love you," she told the form writhing and gasping on top of her. "I love you I love you I love you!"
Shit.
She wasn't supposed to say that.
Patsy lifted her head, still breathing heavily even though her body had stilled, and stared down at Delia wide-eyed. Delia thought she could make out confusion and disbelief on her favourite face, and possibly joy? But that could very well be wishful thinking. So she was shocked when Patsy's lips crashed into hers, her fingers building back up to their previous pace. Unwilling to break such a passionate kiss, Delia whimpered and whined, clutching at any part of Patsy she could reach as her body tightened at record speed. Patsy was too good at this! She already had her figured out!…Oh…fuck this one was getting too big for her! She wasn't going to survive this! It was Delia's turn to shake, every muscle in her body tensing as she hovered on the edge of oblivion.
Patsy broke the kiss. "Yes darling," she panted, seemingly unperturbed by the tightness of Delia's sex around her fingers, hammering away gleefully if her voice gave any indication. "You can do it Deels, come on."
But Delia could feel Patsy's eyes on her, watching her, and it was just…too much, she was too vulnerable. And she couldn't possibly look attractive right now, sweating like a nun in a cucumber field and her face all scrunched up…She was getting dizzy, not pulling enough air in…Fuck she was going to lose it if she didn't do something!
Of its own accord, one hand released it's hold on Patsy and shot out to grab the pillow next to her, slamming it over her own face and holding onto it for dear life.
"But… Deels!" she just about heard Patsy whine over the blood rushing in her ears, but she had no time to process it as the biggest orgasm ever smashed through her body, arching so far off the bed that the crash back down would have winded her if she had any wind left but she'd used it all up screaming into the pillow as she was overwhelmed by…well…intensity.
That was the only word for all of it. Intense. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her legs flexing and her hold on the pillow was more like a death grip as she dragged in the bare minimum of air, crying it straight back out again with each spasm.
Thankfully Patsy had been moving with her, so the sensations all started to fade away until she was just a twitching mess on the sheets. She'd probably made a mess of the sheets as well.
Patsy carefully eased her fingers free of Delia's body, the brunette sighing as the muscles in her pelvis started to relax.
Damn she was lightheaded. She could just fall asleep right here, like this. Patsy was right next to her, she wouldn't let anything happen.
The pillow lifted slightly, and suddenly Delia was very much awake, tightening her grip on it. "Nope!"
"Are you okay Delia?" Patsy asked, her voice laden with concern.
"Mhmm."
She felt Patsy relax a little. "Then why are you hiding?"
An exaggerated shrug was all she could manage right now. Delia couldn't quite put words to all she was feeling.
"Should I…" Patsy hesitated, putting a bit of physical distance between them. "Do you want me to give you some space?"
Delia dredged up the energy from somewhere to wrap her legs around the redhead as she started to move away, pulling the taller woman back down on top of her.
"Okay I'll take that as a no," Patsy quipped, and Delia could hear her amusement. Patsy shifted a little, probably trying to get comfortable, and sighed. "So what's going on darling? Are you embarrassed?"
The brunette had to think for a moment, her brain still foggy. There was certainly some embarrassment sitting there, but it was only part of a whole…thing. She held up her thumb and forefinger, a tiny space between them.
"A little bit," Patsy translated. "What are you embarrassed about?"
Delia groaned into the pillow. She knew it was a good thing that Patsy wanted to understand, but she kind of just wanted to forget it all and have a cuddle.
"Come on Deels," Patsy coaxed, shifting to cradle Delia's shoulders." I know it's uncomfortable, but the sooner you can put things into words and get them out in the open, the sooner we can put it behind us and cwtch."
Was Patsy actually a mind reader?"
Patsy sighed again. "Is it the watching thing?"
"Partly," squeaked Delia, squirming. "It's a bit intense."
"Noted, I'll knock it off."
"You don't have to." Delia squeezed her legs. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"I'll at least dial it back then," conceded Patsy, her thumbs stroking at Delia's shoulder blades."You said partly, I hope climaxing that hard wasn't part of it, because you were absolutely spectacular," the redhead chuckled, but Delia suspected she was stalling.
"No cariad, you can do that whenever you like," said Delia, rolling her eyes unseen beneath the pillow.
"Why thank you," chuckled Patsy. Then she paused, taking a deep breath. "So was it what you said? When I came?"
Delia groaned quietly into the pillow again, readying herself for mockery or rejection.
"Did you not mean it?" asked Patsy.
Though it came across as an unemotional question, Delia had learnt to hear the pain when Patsy talked in this way.
Hold on. Pain? Did that mean…? Don't get ahead of yourself Busby.
"Noooo," Delia whined, but the moment she felt Patsy tense she knew they needed to do this face-to-face, Patsy needed and deserved that. "I meant it," Delia proclaimed, casting aside the pillow but not yet ready to make eye contact with her girlfriend. "I didn't mean to say it yet."
Patsy relaxed, but only a little. "Do you think it's too soon?"
"Pats, we've barely been dating a month," pointed out Delia, exasperation clear in her voice. "We shouldn't be dropping L-Bombs on each other yet. That's like…bunny boiler territory."
A puff of laughter escaped the taller woman above her, and Delia finally looked up at her. A soft indulgent smile played on her face.
"Oh Deels." Patsy gently rolled off Delia, drawing the brunette to lay on her side so they could relax face-to-face. But Delia was still nervous. This look on Patsy's face wasn't one she was familiar with. "Deels, we've been friends for nearly 4 years now, right?"
Three years, 10 months and two weeks, but who was counting!
"I'm hoping you won't disagree with this, but surely for people like us, people with a solid foundation of friendship, the usual rules of courtship don't really apply?"
Courtship? Delia knew Patsy had some old-fashioned ways of doing things, but did that mean she was expecting this to go as far as marriage? Slow down Busby! "Ermm…they don't?"
Patsy shook her head. "I don't think so. Delia, I've loved you as a friend for years. And I couldn't tell you when that changed, but I know that I've been in love with you for sometime now."
Delia just gawped at the redhead, her heart pounding in her chest."You're in…with me?!"
"Yes, Delia Busby, I'm in love with you," Patsy grinned. "If we'd started dating as strangers, then perhaps some of those rules and conventions would make sense, but given how well we know each other I'd rather we just speak our minds instead of playing games." Patsy brought one hand up to Delia's cheek, a gentle happiness radiating from her, and Delia couldn't take her eyes off her. She'd never felt safer than in this moment with Patsy.
"Now I know this is a lot to take in, especially after such a…an intense session," Patsy smirked, "and I don't want you to feel pressured to say it again. Not until you're ready. Is that okay?" The smirk faded, and Patsy started to worry her lower lip as her eyes searched Delia's face.
There was only one thing Delia could say in response to that. "I love you."
Patsy's eyes widened for a split second, before a delighted grin broke across her face, which she quickly tried to suppress. Clearing her throat, she looked Delia square in the eye. "Was that deliberate this time?"
Delia nodded hard. "I love you Patsy. I'm in love with you."
Releasing a breath she'd apparently been holding, Patsy beamed. "I love you too Deels."
Closing the small gap between them, Patsy placed the sweetest, tenderest kiss on Delia's lips, and Delia couldn't resist the urge to close the gap between their bodies. She wanted to be as close to Patsy as she could be, to revel in this moment of sheer happiness with the woman she loved. It all made her feel quite giddy, but it didn't matter, she was safe with Patsy.