Part 11

*PMDS*

Michael had staked out Della's apartment all day. He left and had returned mid-day but, still no sign of her. He thought to himself where was she all day? She couldn't possibly be on the rebound from his engagement. He knew that most women during a break-up or cut-off engagement would be devastated. What he didn't know was that Della was happy, and after she confronted him earlier, her mood hadn't changed. Michael sat twisting and stretched uncomfortably in his seat as he watched the two of them in a conversation in Perry's car for more than fifteen minutes. When he saw Della kiss Perry, he became infuriated causing his blood to boil as he watched his future slip away right in front of his own eyes.

Della gasped into Perry's mouth as his hands drifted down the front of her blouse and touched her breasts through the fabric. She nipped at his lips and made him groan.

"I better go." Della gave him a quick kiss on his lips and leaned her forehead against his. He nodded his head and opened his door as she scooted out on his side. He held his hand out to her, and she took it. He pulled her towards his strong frame not wanting to let her go. Della encircled her arms around his broad shoulders, gave him another quick kiss, then slid her arms off his shoulders. He grasped her left hand and held it as he walked with her to her apartment building. Walking to the steps, she started to climb them, and he contemplated stopping her. Turning on her heels, Della smiled and pulled him into her space.

"When are you coming over tomorrow?" Della questioned him as she slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him forward.

"Seems to me I might have told my aunt that I could stay in a hotel, or I could stay at your apartment tonight." He smiled when his hands drifted down and settled on her hips holding her close to him.

"I also suggested that I had a spare room in my apartment that you could use." Della winked at him seductively and traced patterns on his arm.

"Stay in a hotel or my aunt's place tonight? I could sleepover with my girl? I think I'm going to play it safe tonight since you have an unwelcome visitor down the street waiting to pounce on you."

"My knight in shining armor." Della chuckled at him before giving his arms a quick squeeze. Della struggled to get her keys out of her purse to open the building door because Perry wouldn't release his grip on her waist. Turning her head over her shoulder to look at him, she smiled and gave him a long, lingering kiss, pushed back against him, making him gasp into her mouth. Letting her finally slip out from his embrace, he nuzzled her neck and hair making her shiver anxiously of what was to come.

Michael continued to watch them under the street lamp putting on a very public display of affection. But he thought to himself, 'is she putting on a staged act to make him jealous? Did she love this new man that entered her life recently?' He rolled many ideas in his sick, twisted mind trying to think of words to win Della back. He thought he would have a chance one last time tonight, but that was ruined when Perry joined her in the apartment.

Upon entering her building, Perry followed her closely. Taking her key, putting it in the lock, and opening the door, and walked into the darkened apartment. Before she could reach for the light switch, he reached for her shoulders pulling her back into his arms and lowered his head kissing her on her neck as she tilted it for him to gain better access. Della couldn't resist him any longer as his tongue and lips skirted over her heated flesh. She grabbed his thick hair and pulled it as she raked her fingers on his scalp. He nipped at her sensitive skin and he looked at her with pure desire.

"Della, I need to grab my suitcase out of the car. I'll be right back," Perry whispered into her ear making her knees go weak and she caressed his forearm.

"Don't take too long. I'll think you've changed your mind." Della spoke softly turning in his arms, placing her knee between them, and separating them. She knew he wasn't going anywhere because of his heightened arousal against her thigh.

"Not a chance Della. I'll be right back." Perry told her and touched her cheek. He opened her door and walked down the corridor and out of the building.

Della closed the door, but didn't lock it. With her back to the door, she slumped against it and exhaled a long sigh. Perry exited the apartment walking towards his car, where he popped the trunk to retrieve his suitcase, slammed his trunk down and locked his car. He looked around non-coherently and found that Michael had left the parking space down the street. He reentered Della's apartment building.

Slowly approaching her door, he turned the doorknob, entered and locked the door. Della had left a table lamp on, but she wasn't in view. Scanning the apartment, he heard the water running in the shower. He put his suitcase down on the floor and looked around her apartment noticing that she liked art and had a few paintings hanging on her wall. He moved throughout the apartment patiently waiting for her to reappear, but his patience was wearing thin. She was taking longer in the shower than he cared for. He wanted to touch her and feel her against him. Thoughts of intruding on her was on his mind, and what chance would he get if she kicked him out. He shook his head mischievously.

Della had wanted to unwind from the previous day, and a hot shower would do the trick. Adjusting the temperature, she relaxed against the water as it cascaded down her lean frame. Thinking of Perry going after his suitcase and finding him waiting on her was a true testament of him keeping his word. "What if he lied about the suitcase. What if he'd been playing her because of seeing Michael again waiting on her?" All kinds of things kept popping up in her mind causing her feel unsure of Perry's intent to be with her. Perry told her that he was infatuated with her. The water was refreshing on her skin as she scrubbed the sponge over her legs and back up her arms, rinsing it out once before and placed it on the tub edge. Standing under the spray jets of the nozzle, she reached for her shampoo bottle and heard the bathroom door click open and then shut. Her mind was racing to whom it could be. Was Michael in her apartment or was it, Perry? Tired of waiting on Della, Perry made quick action of shedding his shirt and slacks and shucking out of his boxers stepped in the shower as he pulled the curtain slightly open. The air hit her heated skin making her shiver. A pair of strong arms encircled her from behind. Making a mental note of how they held her she leaned back against him.

"Mind if I join you? You were taking way too long for my liking." Perry said caressing her stomach and leaned down kissing her ear. He brought his hand back up to her breast and teased her. Reaching back with her hand she tugged his mouth towards hers, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, and then grabbed his erection in the palm of her hand before he hissed against her shoulder lighting biting and sucking her there.

"I thought you skipped out on me, Perry." Della turned facing him naked in all her glory. The water beaded down on her backside blocking the water from him and stepped towards him, with his erection prodding into her hip.

"Are you kidding? I am not letting you go that easy." He kissed her thoroughly on the lips claiming her mouth with his. Della lifted her right leg, and he took it in his hand lifting her against the shower wall, as her other leg joined, hooking it around his waist. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and scratched his back. He took one nipple into his mouth sucking gently then turning his attention to the other not to neglect its twin. She moaned against his neck. As she kissed him, his erection was straining for release. She took him in her delicate hand guided him into her heated wet core. She claimed his mouth again and he slid home into her white heat slowly. At first, his rhythm was slow and steady, but when she tilted her hips to draw him further into her welcoming core, he sped up his momentum, filling her all the way, stroke after stroke, moving with her as she rode out her orgasm as he hit the right spot again and again. He took her over the edge as he thrust up inside her as her hips tilted again to keep up with his pace. He finally came into her spilling into her.

She kissed him in a deep tender kiss, and lightly biting his ear running her hands in his wet hair as he kissed her neck. He nipped her on her shoulder kissing her chest as he hugged her to him. As she rested her head on his chest and slipped out of him. They stood in silence hugging each other as she shivered in his arms. Reaching for the knob to the shower, she turned it off and pulled the shower curtain back stepping out of the tub. Opening the cabinet and taking two large bath towels out she handed him one and took the other. Drying off her hair and wrapping the towel around her body she turned to look at him who had already wrapped himself in his towel his hair askew. With a smile on his face, he reached for her pulled her into his arms.

"Della, words can't even describe how I feel right now." Perry kissed her on top of her head.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Della replied looking up at him seductively running her hands down his chest and back up again to his lips. He took one finger in his mouth sucking on her finger, making her close her eyes. Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her in his arms and opened the door carrying her to the bedroom. He looked right then left remembering where he had seen the bedposts. He found her room, carried her in, and placed her on the bed.

Looking at her splayed out before him only wrapped in a towel hiding her treasure from him, he took in the beautiful sight before him just staring at her for a few moments before joining her on the bed. Kissing her fully on the mouth, he made wet trails down her torso as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders. Della reached for his towel that was snug around his waist and quickly discarded it, revealing his nakedness to her on full display.

"You are overdressed and we can't have that." Perry removed her towel and tossed it aside on the bed. He worshiped her body from head to toe, leaving no place untouched from his mouth marking his territory and claiming her as his. She grasped the cotton sheets in her hands as he assaulted her body with kisses. When he reached his destination, her hands gripped his head and guided him to the most intimate part of her body. She writhed under his fingers as they splayed out on her stomach as one hand intertwined with his while the other was in his hair stroking then soothing over and over, her fingernails dug into his scalp when he kissed her mons.

"Perry, please…" Della managed in a strangled moan.

Inhaling her scent that was her own and recognizable only by him, he placed a kiss there then dipping his tongue into her sweetness sucking gently at the swollen nub then soothing it over with his tongue repeatedly. Digging her fingernails into his scalp to edge him on made her climax after a few more quick strokes of his tongue. She came fast and hard, and he drank it all feverishly intent of making sure that she was satisfied. He gave a quick kiss to both of her thighs before making his move and hovered over her. A thin sheen of sweat beaded up on her skin as he kissed his way up to her mouth before settling down between her thighs slipping into her wetness. To allow her time to adjust to his girth, he slowly entered her. Taking his time, as she kept pace with his tempo moving together in a synchronized thrust for thrust. His thrusts came frantically as she could no longer hold back moans of pleasure, clawing at his sides to bring him deeper. He thrusted three times before he gave in emptying inside her and collapsing atop of her. Soothing her hands over his back, he lifted his head and looked down at her as she opened her tear-filled eyes.

"Della, what's the matter? I didn't hurt you, did I? If I did…" Perry asked her with concern in his voice.

"No, you didn't do anything Perry. I'm just fine." She reached for him and kissed him hard. Before he knew what happened, he was on his back with her straddling his chest.

"Della, you are such a minx. You do know that, right?" He told her while she kissed her way down his chest, and he reached for her wet curls that had begun to dry, tangling her hair with his fingertips. The pressure was on as his erection sprang to life when she stroked him, planted kisses on both sides of his shaft and fondled his balls with her nimble fingers. A few drops of precum leaked from his tip as Della took him in her mouth, as he grasped her head in his hand. He couldn't take her mouth on him much longer as she continued with her task to get him off and she did just that. Closing his eyes to the darkness of the abyss, he finally let go spilling his seed into her mouth, and she happily drank it up. Placing a kiss on his now sensitive member, she climbed back up his body and collapsed onto his massive heaving chest. He finally opened his eyes to see her staring back at him.

"Della, your beautiful." He reached for her chin and stroked her cheek and she leaned into his hand, placing a chaste kiss there.

"Why thank you, Counselor. I'll take that as a compliment." She kissed his lips and slowly surrendered to him as they lay entwined on the sheets.

The next morning, Perry and Della had been fast asleep. The sun crept through the curtain. Perry was spooned up behind Della with his arm draped over her, holding her to him protectively. He groaned into her ear, making her smile at what events took place last night, pushing against him rousing him out of his sleepy state. He kissed her cheek and placed a kiss on her neck as his lips lingered there far too long.

"Mmmm.. you taste divine, good enough to eat," he managed to croak out.

"Well, speaking of eating. Perry, I'm hungry. Do you remember that I have no food here in the apartment? I can't keep my strength up if I don't eat," Della pressed her backside into him making him groan into her neck.

"What is a guy to do?" he teased her rubbing his nose into her soft unruly curls, making her laugh.

"There is a diner down the street," Della patted his arm as he let her go towards the bathroom catching a glimpse of her backside. He closed his eyes resting on her spot she just vacated smelling her scent on the sheets and relaxed a few minutes. Picking up Perry's dress shirt off the bathroom floor, she put it on and buttoned three holes as it was way oversized but covered her completely. Rolling up the sleeves, she continued to the cupboard to see if there was any coffee or tea that she might have left before she went off to law school. Finding a fresh jar of coffee, she made it. The scent of the coffee stirred Perry out of his slumber. He found his boxer briefs and put them on. After he did a quick once over in the mirror, he went into the kitchen finding Della wearing his shirt while reaching for two cups out of her cabinet.

"I thought you didn't have anything left here in the kitchen Della." Perry asked approaching her from behind.

"I did find a fresh jar of coffee. It's not spoiled it's been sealed." Della said turning around facing him as he put both arms on either side of her so she couldn't escape.

"I think I can manage some coffee but I agree with you. My stomach is hungry and if I want to keep my strength up, I need fuel." Perry leaned into her space and kissed her.