After her bath, Patsy had blown her hair dry and dressed in a top and jeans, feeling warm enough to go without a jumper and no longer shy about her bitemarks, she didn't feel it necessary to cover her arms in front of Delia.
She left the bathroom and was about to head to the kitchen to look for Delia, but a figure in the bedroom caught her eye, and she saw Delia snuggled under the covers with a paperback book in her hand. When the brunette notice Patsy looking at her, she smiled.
'There you are,' she said, sitting up slightly.
Patsy entered the room with a smile as Delia pulled the covers down beside her.
'Come in here for a bit, cariad,' she said.
Patsy didn't hesitate. Delia made room for Patsy as she crawled into bed next to her, and the two settled back under the covers nice and snug, Patsy's arm around Delia's waist with her head on her tummy as Delia situated her book back in her hand, her other hand gently stroking Patsy's hair, her fingers grazing over her ear.
They remained like this in silence for several moments, Patsy growing so cozy and comfortable she felt like she would start purring at any moment, especially if Delia kept stroking her hair. Each gentle stroke sent a pleasurable tingle down Patsy's neck and shoulders. All the muscles she had worked that day shoveling snow were relaxing, unwinding, even more after that wonderfully warm bath. Holding Delia like this in her arms, too, she found so pleasurable. So intoxicating. She was so relaxed with her in her arms, smelling her, feeling her warmth, feeling her body against hers, her soft jumper against her skin. She felt so safe. Even the tiny gurgling she heard with her ear pressed against Delia tummy, she found comforting. She was so lost in the blankets, her thoughts on Delia and how she felt, her body wrapped up in hers, that Patsy didn't even notice her hand wondering up Delia's thigh and hip, her fingers gently pushing up her jumper, exposing the soft skin of her tummy. Patsy had her eyes closed, allowing her desires to guide her as her mouth touched that soft skin, as she smelled her, tasted her. She placed lingering, slow kisses along the underside of her belly, along her hip, her tongue escaping her mouth to press against the soft side of a jutting hip bone.
The sound of a paperback book clamoring to the floor broke Patsy of her spell. She pulled away, feeling like she was in a daze. What on earth has she been doing?
'Don't stop,' Delia breathed, her body arching into Patsy, 'please don't stop.'
Patsy closed her eyes again, allowing herself to give in to Delia's pleading. To keep going. Delia likes what you're doing, Patsy coached herself, she likes you. She wants you to touch her. She wants this. She wants you.
Patsy kept telling herself these things over and over again, her mouth placing fat, wet kisses along Delia's belly, the woman below her arching her hips into her as her hands made subtle work of the button and zipper on her jeans. Patsy teasingly kissed Delia along the elastic waistband of her knickers, tugging at them with her teeth, pulling at them at an achingly slow pace that had Delia gasping, wiggling her hips, groaning in frustration.
'Pats,' Delia whined, 'please, fuck, Pats…'
Patsys hands pushed up Delia's jumper, exposing more of her skin. Her fingertips just barely grazed the underside of her plump breast and Patsy noted with a thrill that Delia wasn't wearing a bra. It would be so easy for her to push her jumper over her breasts, to touch them, kiss them, admire them. She kept herself from doing so because in the back of her mind she wanted Delia to be the one to make that decision. She wanted Delia to give her permission to do all those things. She would be patient. She would wait.
Delia sighed again at Patsy's touches, the sound bringing Patsy back to where her mouth was. She was kissing Delia over her knickers, her jeans settling loosely on her hips. As her hands tugged at Delia's jeans, she paused, thinking what a privilege this was. How someone as beautiful and as sweet and kind as Delia was letting her do this. Patsy wondered for a second if she was even worthy. If she had earned this right to please Delia. Had she? Was she good enough for this woman? Would she ever be?
Patsys heart sank in her chest. She was doubting herself.
'Fuck,' Patsy swore as she pulled away slightly, shutting her eyes tight. What the hell was wrong with her? She growled in frustration as desire left her in place of the waves of anxiety that washed over her.
'Wha…?' Delia mumbled, seemingly coming out of whatever daze she had been in, 'What is it? Why did you…,' Delia blinked herself aware once more looking at the remorseful expression on Patsy's face.
Delia sat up, raking her fingers through her long hair to get it out of her face.
'Cariad, what's wrong? Why did you stop?'
'Deels, I'm sorry…' Patsy said, sitting up, feeling so ashamed.
'What… you…,' Delia breathed, desire still clouding her mind, 'you want to right? You want to have sex with me?' Delia asked, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Patsy sighed, 'Fuck, Deels, yes, I do. I swear I do. It's just…' Patsy felt horrible. So embarrassed. Why couldn't she bring herself to sleep with someone who she actually wanted to sleep with? Who actually wanted to sleep with her?
'Well why…?' Delia looked confused, almost distraught.
'My… my head, I just… I can't get over how this is actually happening. I can't stop second guessing myself. Wondering if I'm good enough for you. I just can't get out of my head and it just takes me out of the moment.'
Patsy sighed, raking her fingers through her hair, hanging her head in shame, 'Delia, it's all me, alright. It's just me and my hang ups. I swear it has nothing to do with you,' Patsy shook her head, taking another deep breath, 'God, I even told myself I wouldn't let this happen again. I wouldn't pull away from you again. Fuck,' she mumbled to herself, 'I can't even do that. I can't do anything right.'
Patsy turned to get away. Go anywhere from here. Sleep in the shed if she had to.
'Patsy, stop.'
Patsy halted, one foot on the floor, the other tucked underneath her on the bed. She breathed deep, not baring to look Delia in the eye. She looked down so her hair covered her face. She didn't want Delia to look at her. She felt so ashamed. So embarrassed.
Patsy felt the bed dip next to her as Delia scooted closer. She felt the smaller woman wrap her arms around her shoulders, hugging her as she tucked her head into the crook of Patsy neck.
Delia took a deep breath, 'Pats…' she started, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek, 'I think you already know what I'm going to say.'
'That I'm overthinking it,' Patsy said, bringing her hand to her mouth to nervously bite at a cuticle, 'that you do like me and want me to touch you. That I should stay in the moment,' Patsy gave a frustrated sigh, 'I'm trying. I'm trying. I keep telling myself that I am good enough…,' Patsy trailed off, biting her lip.
'Patsy,' Delia started, silencing the taller woman, 'sweetheart, you know you are. You know how I feel about you,' Delia said softly, bringing a hand to gently pull Patsy's hand away from her mouth, 'Cariad, there's no need to be nervous. I absolutely loved what you were doing,' Delia said as she brought Patsy's hand to her mouth and kissed her knuckles.
Patsy took a deep breath, 'I… I loved it, too. I'm sorry I can't get over myself. I'm sorry I stopped…'
Delia shook her head and silenced her with a sweet kiss.
'Why don't we take a bit of a break, hmm?' Delia suggested kindly, 'I'll make us a cuppa, alright?'
Patsy couldn't help but look at her with sorrowful eyes, wanting to kick herself for having ruined this moment, but Delia's cute smile won her over and she slowly nodded, allowing for Delia to lead her by the hand out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.
She took a seat at the table and watched as Delia filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove to heat up. She fussed a bit with hand washing some mugs and plunking tea bags into them as the water warmed. Patsy saw as the woman seemed to pointedly avoid eye contact with her as she tapped her fingers over and over again on the kitchen counter, her gaze turned to the small window above the sink,seemingly lost in thought. She barely blinked and only looked away from the window when the kettle began to scream.
Patsy remained silent, feeling rather awkward as Delia brought their mugs and the kettle over. Delia poured the steaming water in Patsy's mug and sat across from her at the small kitchen table before serving herself. She watched as Delia looked out the window as the sun waned beneath the horizon, sighing heavily through her nose as she again tapped her fingers impatiently on the table. Patsy looked at her tea, feeling so guilty about putting Delia in such a state of frustration.
Delia seemed lost in thought as she blew on her tea, and it wasn't until Patsy heard the sound of her mug clink against the kitchen table did she have the courage to look back up at the brunette.
'You know, when I was in sixth form, I had a really good teacher,' Delia started, swirling the sugar in her tea, 'it was a small class, too, so she was able to give us the proper attention we needed to do well,' Delia continued, tapping her spoon against her mug before placing it on the wooden table with a clink.
Patsy merely nodded from behind her own mug of tea, patiently waiting for Delia to continue.
'The subject matter was rather boring, I thought. Environmental sciences. We studied vials of bacteria, took field trips to ponds and collected algae and the like. I didn't particularly care for it, and neither did the other students, but our teacher kept it interesting. Kept us engaged by continuously asking us questions. She kept out attention. Most certainly kept our minds from wandering off due to any excessive bloviating that the other teachers were known for.'
Delia sipped her tea as she eyed Patsy.
'Pats,' Delia said after a moment regarding the redhead, 'it seems like part of the issue is keeping you engaged. Keeping your mind on the task at hand, and you know, keeping it from venturing into all those pesky realms of doubt and self loathing.'
'You mean there are others?' Patsy joked, but immediately tucked into her tea when she saw Delia was not in the mood for jokes. The woman across the table from her looked dead serious.
'You know what I think would help?' Delia asked, leaning forward on her elbows, crossing her arms in front of her.
Patsy set her tea down on the table, 'What's that?'
Delia sighed, her eyes gazing over Patsy's body, giving her a once over before she responded, 'Asking questions of course. Talking to you. Keeping you engaged. Keeping your mind on more… important things,' Delia finished with a murmur.
Patsys mouth opened in a gasp, her hands suddenly gripping the table as she felt Delia's foot kick her legs open, snake up her thigh and press firmly against her groin. The sensation had Patsy squeezing her eyes shut as an aching moan rolled out of her mouth, Delia's toes wiggling, placing just the right amount of pressure against her to make her crave more, make her rock her hips against that foot.
'My, my,' Delia said softly. Patsy thought she almost sounded bored if it weren't for that delightful smirk that was spreading across her features, 'Well you're certainly excited aren't you,' Delia mused.
'Deels,' Patsy pleaded, only to be met with Delias toes curls by against her, applying more pressure. She gripped the table until her knuckles were white, arching onto Delia's foot.
'You don't want me to stop, do you?'
Patsy bit her lip and looked away, not wanting to admit how much she was really enjoying this.
This was a mistake as Delia took her foot away. Patsy whined, immediately missing her touch. She let out the deep breath that she had been holding in and opened her eyes, seeing Delia look back at her with a hint of amusement in her dark eyes.
'Did you like that, cariad?' she asked.
Patsy merely nodded, feeling her face grow exponentially hot.
'I can't hear you, sweetheart, speak up,' Delia said demurely.
Patsy let out another shaky breath, her hips rocking against the chair for contact as she strained out a reply.
'Yes,' Patsy breathed, 'Yes. I liked it.'
Patsy breathed a sigh of relief when he felt Delia's socked foot slide against her inner thigh and press against her groin again, her toes wiggling and having Patsy's sex throb with that familiar wonderful pulse of desire again. Patsy nearly doubled over on the table from the sensory overload.
'What else do you like, Pats?' Delia asked calmly, blatantly ignoring the reaction she was getting from Patsy at the moment, 'If we hadn't stopped in the bedroom earlier, what would you have done to me?'
'Whatever you wanted,' Patsy choked out. She was struggling to think coherently.
'Oh come now, Pats, use your imagination. I want to know what you want to do to me,' she said, teasingly grazing down and up the length of Patsy with her big toe, 'go on then. Tell me. I know you've thought about it.'
Patsy had no inhibitions at this point, and cried out the first thing that came to her mind.
'Your feet!'
'My feet?' Delia asked, raising an eyebrow.
'I've thought about… your feet,' Patsy said bringing her hands to her face and feeling mortifyingly embarrassed.
'Put your hands on the table,' Delia commanded, 'don't hide from me.'
Patsy followed her instructions immediately, finding herself not wanting to disobey. She didn't want Delia to stop what she was doing.
'What about them?' Delia gently coaxed, 'What about my feet?'
'I've thought about them,' Patsy said, 'I've thought about holding them, kissing them,' she sighed, 'Delia you have the most beautiful feet I've ever seen,' she gasped out when Delia let off the pressure of her foot on Patsy's groin, tenderly rubbing her inner thigh with the side of her foot as Patsy caught her breath.
'Wow,' Delia said, a sense of wonder in her tone as she rested her chin in her hand.
The absence of Delia's foot against her groin brought on the dawning realization of what she had just said out loud, what she had just admitted. Patsy wished she were wearing a jumper right now so she could pull it over her head and disappear inside of it. Delia was certainly going to think she was some kind of weirdo.
'That's hot,' Dellia murmured.
Well, that was a much better response than she had thought Delia would have. Still embarrassed, Patsy settled for crossing her arms on the table and tucking her head into her elbow.
'Do you have a thing for feet, Pats?' Delia asked.
'No…' Patsy mumbled into her elbow, 'just yours.'
Patsy could hear Delia give a slight chuckle.
'Look at me, cariad,' she said softly.
Patsy took a deep breath and looked up, watching as Delia stood from her seat and ran her fingers through her long hair.
Patsy loved it when she did that.
Delia held out her hand, 'Don't be shy, sweetheart,' she said, 'come here. Lets try again?'
Patsy blinked. Try again? Delia was giving her another chance? Patsy had no idea if this would be successful, but she couldn't find it in herself to deny this woman yet again. She had to try. She had no idea what Delia intended to do, but there was an air of confidence in Delia's stance that made Patsy trust her. To trust her instinct. She liked Delia. She wanted Delia.
Patsy tentatively grasped her hand and she allowed Delia to help her stand, and Delia kissed her knuckles sweetly before she led her to the bedroom.
When they crossed the threshold into the room, Delia turned around and smiled, reaching around Patsy and closing the door behind her. She looked back up at Patsy with a glint in her eye, hooking her finger, indicating for Patsy to lean down. When she did, Delia kissed her. Patsy's hands held Delia by the waist while Delia's gently cupped Patsy's face, her lips kissing the corner of Patsy's mouth, along her jaw, under her ear. Only when Patsy could feel herself relax in Delia's arms did the brunette pull away.
'Goodness, cariad,' Delia started, a flair of the dramatics in her tone, Patsy noted, 'My poor feet are so sore from standing at the stove cooking all day,' she said, batting her eyelashes.
Patsy licked her lips, smiling. She wondered if Delia was playing another game with her. No matter what though, she was determined to play along and not let herself be sidetracked by any unwanted thoughts.
'Oh, no, we can't have that now,' Patsy said, walking Delia backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. Delia sat down, and Patsy moved to push her to lay down against the bed, but she stopped when Delia gently placed a hand against her forehead, pushing Patsy away.
'Ah, ah, ah,' Delia said softly.
Patsy pulled away slightly, blinking, confused.
'My feet hurt so much, cariad,' Delia pouted, 'would you be a dear and…' she trailed off with a smile, Patsy smiling back as she caught her drift.
'Of course, darling, I would love to,' Patsy smiled as she kneeled down between Delia's legs, her hands taking a moment to casually graze over her thighs before Delia gently plucked her hands from her legs.
'Focus…' she said softly, but with a hint of warning in her tone.
Patsy felt her heart flutter as she swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. There was a sense of anticipation and excitement that was building up within Patsy. Delia had given her such a simple task, and she wanted to please Delia, the woman having been so patient, so kind with Patsy. She gave her another chance. She wanted this. Wanted her. Patsy focused all her energy on concentrating on the task at hand.
Patsy slowly sat back on her heels, taking Delia's right foot and cradling it in the palm of her left hand. Her right hand grazed over the top of her socked foot for a moment, taking a moment to appreciate that Delia was having… no, letting her do this. She moved slightly, raising the cuff of Delia's jeans and grazing her fingers over the top of her socks.
'Oh, sweetie,' Delia said, and Patsy looked up at her worriedly, halting her hands. She noticed that Delia looked rather demure and shy, 'you're just going to remove an article of clothing without asking first? That seems rather rude…'
Patsy blinked, and couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips. Delia was adding another rule. She was forcing Patsy to slow down, to focus, to be patient and control her movements.
'I'm so sorry, darling,' she said, removing her hands and gently running them over Delia's heel and pad of her socked foot, 'How callus of me,' she looked back up at Delia pleadingly, 'May I please remove your socks?'
'Oh, and why would you want to do a thing like that, baby?' Delia asked innocently.
'To admire your beautiful feet, while I rub them, of course,' Patsy said, hoping Delia would grant her the permission she wanted.
Delia smiled with a shrug, 'Oh, alright. You may take off my socks.'
'Thank you, Darling,' Patsy smiled back and returned to her task, and never in her life did taking off someone sock bring so much excitement, make her heart beat and her body hum with anticipation and desire. She licked her lips, almost hungrily, as she slowly peeled off Delia's sock, revealing that perfect foot inch by inch before removing that sock from her foot inside out, tossing it to the floor, forgotten as she admired the absolutely beautiful naked foot she cradled in her hand.
Patsy sighed as if she were looking at a piece of art that moved her. The contours and curves and shapes she had admired the day before were all there, still beautiful, still so enticing and inviting. Her hands worked in tandem with one another to caress that foot, her fingers placing a firm, yet gentle pressure over Delia's ankle, over her heel, over the top of her foot and around that perfect arch. She repeated these motions several times, eliciting many delightful gasps and sighs from the woman sitting on the bed. Patsy's hands gently pulled on each and every one of those toes and rubbed them firmly before she gently placed that foot down and moved to the next.
'May I…?' she asked obediently, looking up at Delia to gauge her reaction.
'Of course, cariad,' Delia said, smiling down at Patsy.
Patsy licked her lips again with anticipation as she slowly peeled off Delia's other sock, tossing it aside with the other, forgotten immediately as he cradled her left foot in her hand. She repeated those motions that had Delia sighing happily, relaxing, leaning back on the bed on her elbows as she watched Patsy with dark eyes rub her feet, admire them, practically dote on them.
Patsy's hands firmly pressed against the muscles in her foot, gently taking one toe at a time and pulling on them. She couldn't take her eyes off them, the look and feel of them so alluring, so inviting. As she pulled on Delia's toes, she found that foot inching closer and closer to her face, her mouth watering as she tugged on that adorable pinkie toe. Patsy cradled that foot in both of her hands as she closed her eyes, her nose grazing along the arch of her foot before she kissed her there. She felt her tongue come out and tentatively lick the side of her foot before she placed a fat kiss in its wake.
Patsy was about to open her mouth and lavash a big toe before the foot she had been doting on was suddenly removed from her grasp. Her eyes opened wide as she felt a gentle shove on her chest, causing her to lose her balance and fall back on her bum with a thump.
Patsy had to admit, despite Delia's small stature, the woman had a way of asserting herself. She was merely sitting there with an eyebrow raised, looking coyly at Patsy with an air of control and confidence that Patsy was becoming more and more familiar with, and quite frankly, it was quite the turn on. She was so beautiful, her long brunette hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head, regarding Patsy with dark eyes, a slight smirk on her face. Patsy could tell she was resisting the urge to smile. This must have been as exciting for her as it was for Patsy.
'Uh-uh,' Delia said, a mischievous glint in her eye, 'good girls ask before they touch,' she said softly.
'I'm so-,' Patsy tried to apologize but she was cut off by Delia.
'No, no,' the brunette said, her foot moving from Patsy's chest to her face, pressing against her cheek, 'I don't want to hear you're sorry. I want to know if you're a good girl.'
Patsy could only moan, the foot of her dreams pressed so wonderfully against her face, merely centimeters of her mouth, where she wanted to take those toes and taste them, suck on them and lavish them with the attention she knew they deserved.
'Are you a good girl, Pat's?' Delia asked softly, her toes teasingly tracing along her jawline and the shell of her ear.
Patsy closed her eyes, swallowing as she nodded frantically.
'And what do good girls say?' Delia asked.
'Deels,' Patsy gasped, 'Darling… May I… May I please kiss your feet?'
Delia hummed, regarding Patsy's request for a moment before she removed her foot from Patsy's face.
Patsy blinked her eyes open, looking back up to Delia, frozen with anticipation, not daring to move without Delias permission.
'You may kiss my feet, sweet girl,' Delia said, settling in on the edge of the bed and making herself comfortable once more.
Patsy slowly sat up and assumed her prior position of sitting on her knees in front of Delia. She swallowed again, her hands moving to gently grasp Delia's calf and ankle, slowly pulling her foot towards her, cradling that foot in her hands as if she were holding something delicate and precious.
She brought Delia's left foot to her face again, lookin back up at the brunette before she continued, 'Thank you, darling,' she said, and she closed her eyes as Delia merely licked her lips and smiled back at her.
Patsy softly grazed her nose along the arch of Delia's' foot, her hands raising her foot and flexing it so that the underside was exposed to her, and Patsy took her time exploring that foot with her mouth. She grazed her lips along the underside, placing fat, lazy kisses along her heel, the arch, the padding, and finally her toes. Patsy placed a sweet kiss on each and every one of her toes before she returned to the start, sighing delightfully as she was finally able to open her mouth and wrap her lips around Delia's index and middle toe. She sighed as she took the length of them in her mouth, her hands still cradling Delia's foot as she sucked gently, coating them with spit, her tongue swirling around them. They tasted so good, felt so good in her mouth, so right. She wasn't even aware that she was moaning, spreading her legs apart as she settled herself more onto the floor, between Delia's legs.
Patsy opened her eyes when she heard Delia gasp. She saw the woman sitting on the bed bite her lip as she clutched the bedsheets in her hands. Patsy closed her eyes again and sighed, the image of Delia and her toes in her mouth draining the blood from her brain to other areas that throbbed painfully with desire. She found herself rocking her hips, seeking any kind of contact, but frustratingly to no avail.
Delia's two toes left Patsy's mouth with a small 'pop' as she moved to the others, mimicking the motions with her fingers earlier and wrapping her lips around them, gently sucking, pulling on each one and eliciting a delightful gasp or sigh from Delia in return.
When Patsy felt she had ignored Delia's right foot for long enough, she gently placed her left foot down and moved to mimic her actions with the right, giving it the same adoring attention she had the other. She rubbed the underside of Delia's right foot as she took her toes in her mouth, gently sucking, enticing sweet moans from the woman on the bed.
When Patsy felt she had satiated her need to lavish Delia's absolutely perfect feet with the attention she knew they deserved, she gently placed Delia's foot back down on the floor and balled her fists at her knees, looking to Delia, waiting for instructions.
Delia seemed to be resisting the urge to squirm in her seat, looking back down at Patsy with dark eyes, her lips plump and parted as she stood to her feet.
Patsy remained still, her gaze up at Delia while the brunette looked down, her hand gently running through Patsy's red locks before resting tenderly on her cheek.
'That felt so good, cariad,' Delia said lovingly, 'you really give the best foot rubs.'
Patsy smiled and closed her eyes, leaning into her hand, 'Thank you, Darling,' she breathed, loving the attention and praise.
'Would you like a little treat for doing something so sweet for me?'
Patsy opened her eyes again, looking up at Delia with a small smile.
Delia returned her smile and took a step back, crossing her arms in front of her and she peeled off her jumper and top over her head, tossing the inside out garments on the floor in a heap forgotten with the socks.
Patsy stared up at Delia's half naked figure transfixed as the brunette raked her fingers through her hair and fluffed the long locks around her shoulders. The strands fell around Delia's chest and Patsy's eyes followed across her naked torso, her breasts wonderfully round and firm, her stomach taught, but soft. Patsy ached to kiss all that exposed skin, to touch her. Once more her mouth watered with the desire to take part of Delia's body on her mouth again as she gazed hungrily at those pink nipples.
Delia giggled slightly as she took an index finger under Patsy's chin and gently urged her to close her mouth with a soft click.
'I need your help with something, cariad,' Delia said, her fingers coming around to brush the fringe out of Patsy's eyes.
'Yes, Darling?' Patsy said automatically. She felt her spine straighten, waiting at attention for Delia's next command. Her next request. What did Delia need? Patsy would have done anything for her in that moment.
'Will you help me take off my trousers, pretty girl?
Yes, especially that. She would definitely help with that.
'Of course, Darling,' Patsy breathed.
As Patsy raised her hands to the hem of Delia's jeans, she could feel her breath hitch in her throat, her heartbeat quicken with anticipation. She licked her lips as her fingers deftly undid the button and pulled down her zipper, achingly slow. She traced her fingers around Delia's waist before they dipped under the hem of her jeans and she guided them down over Delia's shapely hips and thighs. Patsy fought with herself to keep from leaning forward and kissing that cream colored skin. She couldn't bare to do anything without asking Delia, without the woman giving her permission, she wouldn't do it, even if the smell of lavender mixed with Delia's own natural desire hit Patsy's senses and lured her to Delias body like a siren call.
Delia gracefully stepped one foot out of her jeans and used the other to kick the garment aside with the rest.
Patsy leaned back, placing her hands on her knees as she waited for further instructions, her eyes following Delia's beautiful feet as she began to walk a circle around Patsy.
'Oh, cariad,' Delia tisked disapprovingly, 'this just wont do.'
Patsy looked up at Delia as she walked in Patsy's line of view again, firmly planting her feet in front of her as she placed her hands on her hips.
'I'm standing here practically naked and you're still fully dressed. It's just not fair,' Delia pouted as she ran her fingers gently through Patsy's hair, 'will you stand for me Pats? Will you let me undress you? Let me see your beautiful body?'
Patsy let out a shaky breath. She clenched her fists, reminding herself that Delia had seen her scars before. She didn't run. Didn't judge her. Didn't think she was disgusting. She had seen her and still called her beautiful. Patsy trusted Delia. Patsy could do this.
Slowly, Patsy rose to her feet and Delia patiently watched her with kind eyes as Patsy hooked her fingers under the collar of her top and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. She took a deep breath through her nose as the cold air hit her, and she could feel the skin around her breasts and arms rise in little bumps.
Patsy shyly looked at Delia's expression and the woman's eyes were practically sparkling, her mouth in a lopsided smile as she gazed at Patsys naked torso.
'Wow,' Delia breathed, her fingers coming to gently graze along Patsy's chest, over the full curve of her breasts. Her fingers teasingly circled over one of Patsy's nipples and her smile turned into a full blown grin when she enticed a small gasp from Patsy.
Delias fingers trailed down Patsy's torso, circling over her belly button before she walked around Patsy, and the taller woman could feel the warmth of Delia's skin pressed against her back as she placed sweet kisses between her shoulders, her hands gently grazing over Patsy's hips and waist. Patsy could feel Delia graze her lips over the burn mark in the middle of her back, her fingers doing the same to the scars on her hips, and for once, Patsy didn't feel like panicking.
'So pretty,' Delia whispered as she grazed her soft lips across Patsy's back, 'god, Pats, I want to kiss each and every one of your freckles someday.'
Patsy couldn't help but bite her lip, thinking Delia would be quite occupied in the summertime.
She gasped slightly as she felt Delia's hands come around to cup her breasts, she she couldn't help but lean back against her, allowing for Delia to embrace her from behind. Patsys eyes closed and her lips parted, deep breaths escaping as Delia held her tight and caressed her. She could feel Delia smile against her back as she kissed her, happy that Patsy was so receptive to her touch. And how could she not be? Delia had gotten her so worked up, every nerve ending under her skin felt so sensitive, Patsy knew it wouldn't take much for her to come undone.
Patsy could feel Delia's hands slowly trail down her body, over her rib cage, her stomach, her hips. Patsy bit her lip when she felt Delia's fingers seemingly absentmindedly graze over her scars for the second time that day, but she did it with such care that it didn't bother Patsy in the slightest.
They were part of Patsy, the scars. They were something that would always be there and they were part of her just like every freckle and dimple and god knows what else and Delia still found her beautiful. Still worth these touches, still deserving of this pleasure.
Patsy's breath hitched in her throat again as she felt Delia's nimble hands unbutton her jeans and pull down her zipper. Delia's hands only left her body for a moment as she guided Patsy's jeans off her hips and thighs and down her legs, Patsy stepping out of them when they hit the floor and Delia tossed them aside. Delia was standing again in no time with her arms wrapped around Patsy once more, holding her. Patsy closed her eyes and leaned into her again, letting Delia hold her, letting her touch her, caress her. Patsy signed when Delia dipped her hand between her legs and felt Patsy's need through her knickers. Patsy could hear Delia sigh against her back, pressing her forehead against the back of her neck.
'Oh, god, cariad,' Delia sighed as she placed fat kisses between Patsy's shoulders, 'you feel so good. So hot.'
Patsy whimpered, her knees feeling weak and it took everything of hers to remain standing as Delia flexed her fingers, stroking her through her knickers. Patsy was sure they were soaked, was sure that Delia was pleased that she had such an effect on her.
'Oh, sweet girl,' Delia breathed, her fingers coming to tentatively brush along the elastic waistband of Patsy's knickers, 'will you let me touch you?' she asked, and Patsy could only nod, her mind being too foged with desire to speak coherently. She sighed as she felt Delia dip her fingers underneath, gently kissing at Patsys exposed skin while her fingers brushed at the curls between Patsy's legs.
Patsy simply sighed, rolling her hips into her hand, and Delia continued as she was met with no resistance. Her two fingers dipped between Patsy's slick folds and both women gasped at the sensation.
Patsy could feel Delia's grip around her body tighten. She leaned back against her, allowing for Delia to hold her as she stroked her fingers between her legs, rolled her fingers over her hard clit. She couldn't help the sounds that came out of her mouth. No one had touched her like this for a long, long time. She couldn't remember ever feeling so turned on before. All her nerve endings were alive and crying out, for once begging for contact, for once begging to be touched. Patsy wished they were laying down. She wanted Delia to be against her, she wanted to be touching Delia in every way possible, but Delia was taking the lead now. If Patsy was patient then maybe… maybe Delia would allow her the privilege of kissing her all over. Of allowing Patsy to make her feel as good as she was making Patsy feel now.
Delia left hand trailed up Patsy's body and found Patsy's lips, and the redhead opened her mouth to receive her fingers, taking them in, swirling her tongue over them, sucking on them just like she did Delia's toes. Her mind was suddenly on those toes again. Those feet. Those beautiful, perfect feet that Delia so wonderfully granted her the privilege of adoring.
Absentmindedly, Patsy placed her right hand over Delia's right forearm, her left hand placed over Delias left, holding her in place, hoping she would keep going. Patsy was so close. She was so close. She was going to come, she knew it. She was going to come undone at Delia's skillful hands, her fingers continuing to roll over her clit and Patsy's breathing matched the rhythm of the smaller woman's hand. She felt so small in her arms, so taken care of, so loved. She felt she was able to just let go but something in the back of her lust fogged brain told her she needed to make sure this was acceptable. She needed Delia's approval.
Patsy opened her mouth and released Delia's fingers suddenly, gasping.
'Deels!' Patsy cried out urgently, 'may I please come?'
'Yes,' Delia breathed, her voiced almost filled with the same sense of urgency, 'come for me sweet girl, I want you to come,' she gasped, her left hand moving to gently grasp Patsy's breasts as the fingers on her right continued stroking, firmly rolling over that hard clit and her motions had Patsy gasping, the redheads hands holding tight onto Delia's arms as she struggled to stay standing.
Suddenly, Patsy cried out, her eyes screwed shut and she saw stars behind them as her orgasm rocked her body, wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, slowly subsiding as she caught her breath. She quivered in Delia's arms as the smaller woman held her tight, letting Patsy ride out her orgasm, the taller woman's hips rolling against her hand as she slowly came down.
Patsy could feel Delia place gentle kisses behind her neck as her breathing steadied. She was glad the strength in her legs had come back by the time Delia loosened her grip around her body, and she could feel Delia walk back around to her front, looking back up at Patsy slyly as she brought her two fingers to her mouth, tasting Patsy. Patsy raked her fingers through her messy hair as she watched as Delia eyed her hungrily.
'Come here,' Delia said, hooking her index finger in Patsy's direction.
Patsy leaned down and Delia embraced her and kissed her deeply. Patsy felt the air in her body leave her once more as Delia sensually opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against hers, pull at her lip. She was happy Delia was in front of her again. She preferred to look at her, hold her.
'You sounds so lovely when you come, cariad,' Delia sighed, 'so sexy,' she continued as she palmed her hand over Patsy's breasts. The sensation had Patsy sighing, every inch of her body still being so sensitive to touch.
'You are such a good girl, cariad,' Delia whispered in Patsys ear as she leaned forward and placed a seeek kiss in Patsy's neck, 'asking for permission like that to come for me. You're so good,' she sighed, 'Such a sweet girl. I think I might just let you pleasure me now.'
Patsys eyes closed as Delia's tongue pressed against a sensitive pressure point on her neck, and for a normal person, a myriad of ideas would be flashing through their heads, but Patsy's brain was still so clouded with lust that she really only had one desire. Something that she had been aching to do.
'Deels,' Patsy breathed as the smaller woman pulled her gently by the hands towards the bed. Patsy didn't even feel herself take those few steps.
'Deels, I really want to…,' Patsy trailed off as Delia sat back down on the bed and guided Patsy to her knees again.
Delia let out a disappointed sigh, 'Oh, Pats, cariad, you were doing so good, too.'
Patsy blinked, looking up at Delia again from her spot on the floor, wondering what she did wrong.
'You have to ask, pretty girl,' Delia said, smiling sweetly as she raked her fingers through Patsy's red hair, 'if you want something you have to ask for it.'
Patsy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Right. She needed permission first. She needed Delia's approval.
'Deels…,' Patsy sighed, leaning into Delia's touch, 'May I please…' Patsy swallowed another lump in her throat, her mind and body so overcome with desire with what she wanted to do, she was having a hard time controlling herself.
'Yes, sweetheart?' Delia asked when Patsy paused.
Patsy clenched her teeth, trying to maintain control because her patience was thinning. She had never wanted her mouth on another woman's body as badly as she wanted her mouth on Delia right then. Never had she wanted her fingers inside of another woman as much as she wanted to be inside of Delia, fucking her, making her moan, making her cry out, making her come over and over again. Patsy took a deep breath, forcing herself to be patient. She had never remembered having to work so hard for sex before, having to follow so many rules, but she was finding more and more that her patience was paying off. That playing Delia's game, following her rules, she would be rewarded.
So, Patsy licked her lips and opened her eyes and looked up at the beautiful woman staring down at her expectantly, and like the good girl she knew she could be, she calmly asked for what she really wanted.
'Delia, may I please remove your knickers?'
Delia leaned back on her hands, casually flipping her hair over her shoulder as she tisked, a little disappointed.
Patsys heart sank in her chest.
'Oh, but Patsy I really do like these knickers,' Delia said as she spread her legs a little for Patsy to admire the sensible blue cotton knickers. Suddenly Patsy's heart didn't feel so heavy anymore.
'They're just so nice and soft,' Delia said, licking her lips as she eyed Patsy's eager expression, 'Would you like to feel how soft they are?' she asked.
Patsy was at loss for words, so she simply nodded. She shyly scooted herself forward, settling her bum on her ankles again from her spot on the floor between Delia's legs and tentatively reached a hand forward.
'No, no, cariad,' Delia said softly as reached forward and raked her fingers through Patsy's hair, gently grabbing into a fistful of Patsy's red locks, 'not with your hands…'
Patsy had to bite her lip to contain her smile as she caught on to what Delia was saying. She looked up at Delia shyly and placed her hands on her own knees, leaning forward, allowing Delia to gently guide her head between her legs until she could feel both of her cheeks graze along the soft, warm skin of Delia's inner thighs.
Delia's grip on Patsy's hair tightened as the redhead closed her eyes and gently grazed her nose along the length of her, feeling her warmth, taking in that scent that only Delia could make, her mouth watering and she resisted the urge to open her mouth and lap at her through her knickers. She hadn't been told she could. Not yet. She hoped she would, but not yet.
'Do you like how they feel, sweetheart?' Delia asked, her breathing coming through a little heavier.
Patsy could only manage to hum an 'Mmmhmm,' in response as she continued to nuzzle her nose and lips along Delia's knickers.
'How do they feel?' Delia asked, 'Tell me.'
Patsy took a deep breath, needing a moment to register what Delia was asking of her.
'They…' she sighed, 'they do feel so soft. Very warm…' she trailed off as Delia rolled her hips into her face, causing Patsy to clutch her knees so tight she was sure she was going to leave marks with her fingernails.
'And how do they smell?' Delia asked, pressing herself gently into Patsy.
Patsy was in heaven. She took another deep breath of Delia's natural scent and felt her mouth water. She squirmed where she was sitting, the desire building up in her once more and she ached to be touched, but now was not the time. She needed to focus on Delia.
'They smell divine,' Patsy sighed against her as she rubbed her nose down and up her slit, gently grazing along the length of her. Patsy had to stop herself from smiling when she heard Delia let out a shaky sigh.
'Will you tell me how they taste, too, cariad?' Delia breathed.
Patsy felt Delia grasp at her hair now with both her hands, holding onto her with her two hands as she gently pressed her face into Delia, her mouth opening to allow her tongue to give a slow, lazy lick up the length of her. She placed a fat kiss right over where she knew Delia's clit would be and she was rewarded with a sensual sigh.
'They taste so sweet, darling,' Patsy said, closing her eyes and giving another slow and teasing lick, 'like the most delicious honey,' she breathed.
For once Patsy could hear Delia be the one to swallow a lump in her throat. She could feel the smaller woman's hips wiggling against her with the aching need to be touched. It took all the restraint Patsy had to not smile at the thought.
Delia wasn't moving her hands and Patsy took that as a signal to give the woman more achingly slow licks. Patsy opened her mouth wide and continued what she had been doing. She could feel Delia's knickers become even more wet than they were with the mixture of her own spit and Delia's need. She didn't care so long as the woman holding her there continued making those delightful gasps and giggles every time Patsy rubbed her nose against where she knew her clit was.
'Alright, sweetheart,' Delia sighed, gently pulling Patsy's head from between her legs, 'I think I've had enough of your teasing.'
Patsy merely closed her eyes and licked her lips, the taste was faint on her lips from whatever she was able to lap us that seeped through Delia's knickers.
If only she would let her remove this stupid barrier.
'You know,' Delia mused, 'you're so good at giving tongue lashings to the girls at work, it's all rather impressive.'
Patsy opened her eyes, looking up at her curiously as she waited for her to continue.
'I'm rather curious to know if you're any good at giving a different kind of tongue lashing. Here, in the bedroom.'
Patsy could practically feel her eyes light up with hope.
'You may take off my knickers now, cariad.'
Patsy went to move, but stopped and looked up at her, hesitating, and Delia gave a little giggle.
'It's alright, you can use your hands if you want to,' Delia said, and Patsy beamed.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Patsy wasted no time bringing her hands to Delia's knickers and peeling them off her, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside, completely forgotten the moment they left her grasp.
'May I...'
'Yes,' Delia breathed, 'whatever it is you want to do, just do it.'
Patsy was barely able to breathe out a 'Thank you,' before she parted Delia's legs from the knees and dove in, her mouth coming into contact with her pussy in an instant as her hands hitched her legs over her shoulders. Patsy hungrily lapped at Delia, all control and restraint gone as she used every bit of her mouth to take her in, to take in her taste and her smell and oh how soft she was. She pulled at those lips with her own, swirled her tongue over her hard clit, pressed her face into her so hard she couldn't breathe, and she didn't care. She needed Delia. Every last bit of her.
Patsy hands were practically clawing at Delia's body, pulling her towards her, closer, harder. She barely registered that Delia had fallen back against the soft duvet as her hands used the new angle to blindly feel her, wander over her taut stomach, over her soft breasts, and back down again to grasp her perfectly blossomed hips that felt so right in her hands.
Delia crossed her ankles over Patsy's back, her soft thighs pressing against her ears, but to Patsy's delight not enough for them to block out the achingly wanton moans and 'ooh's' that rolled out of Delia's mouth and filled the room, matched only with the sounds of Patsy's soft sighs and throaty moans as she lapped at the smaller woman.
Patsy was able to compose herself enough to gather her bearings, controlling her motions enough to find a steady rhythm that Delia seemed to be rather receptive to judging by her arched back and the death grip she now had on Patsy's hair. Patsy's hands continued their sweet caresses along Delia's body and especially over her breasts, Patsy noting to herself that she would give them special attention with her mouth as soon as she was done here.
Patsy could suddenly feel Delia's body tense, hear her breathing become more urgent. Patsy chanced a peek at the smaller woman as she firmly rolled her tongue over her clit, keeping her steady rhythm as she watched Delia's back arch towards the ceiling, her mouth hanging open, gasping for air as the grip on her hair seemed to only tighten.
She was going to come. Patsy closed her eyes and sighed, relishing the thought. She was going to make Delia come, by her own hands and mouth. Patsy resisted the urge to squirm where she sat, the overwhelming desire to be touched herself at the thought became almost too much to resist. She forced herself to focus on the woman in her arms, the woman who was about to fall over that edge, and Patsy was going to be there to catch her when she fell.
Delia finally cried out, and Patsy held onto her hips tight as they seemed to rise off the bed and come crashing back down, her body convulsing in Patsy's arms as she came hard. Patsy's mouth never left her as her hips rolled against her, her body shuttering as she rode out her orgasm. Patsy let up the pressure she had against Delia with her mouth, instead moving to give sweet kisses against her lips, against the soft brown curls between her legs, and along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Only when Delia let up the grasp her legs had around Patsy's head did Patsy pull away and allow the woman to recover without her touch.
Patsy obediently sat back on her ankles, her hands clenched at her knees as she watched Deia's naked form sit up, still breathing heavily as she raked her fingers through her hair, pushing it messily out of her eyes. Patsy licked her lips, knowing the taste of Delia was all over her mouth and chin, and the taste of her with the image of her naked body in front of her had Patsy craving her touch again. Patsy couldn't help herself as she squirmed where she sat, wiggling her hips, her body aching to be touched again.
This didn't go unnoticed by Delia, who licked her lips as she silently regarded Patsy's body language.
Delia siguated herself so that she was on her knees, crawling backwards on the bed as she said, 'Come here, cariad,' and as if being pulled by a string, Patsy found herself following, rising to her feet briefly as she crawled onto the bed to join Delia.
Patsy barely had time to register what was happening before she felt herself tossed onto her back, practically thrown onto the pillows, her hands raised above her head as she collected her bearings. She suddenly felt a pair of hands unapologetically tug at her knickers, pulling them off hastily and toss them aside, and for the first time she lay completely naked in front of Delia.
'Fingers?' Delia asked, her voice laden with desire. It seemed Patsy wasn't the only one disoriented by lust this evening.
'Anything,' Patsy breathed, and Delia wasted no time lavishing Patsy's body with kisses and touches, her mouth and hands hastily working their way down, over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, Patsy loving every second of it, until finally Delia settled in between Patsy's legs and Patsy cried out as she felt Delia part her slit with her tongue, pulling back slightly only to dive right in again. Patsy closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the pillows, feeling her body practically sink into the bed as Delia gave her the same attention she gave her to her most intimate area, where she had desired her touch the most. Patsy found herself whimpering, Delia's touches being so sweet, yet so passionate, full of desire and want that Patsy could barely handle it. Then, she felt a pair of fingers enter her that had her crying out, her hands suddenly reaching up to grasp onto whatever they could find, and in this instance, it was the old iron headboard. She needed something to pull against as her body acted on its own, her hip rising in time with Delia's thrusts, with that small yet powerful tongue rolling over her aching clit again and again, that steady rhythm with both her fingers and her tongue making Patsy moan as she was pulled closer and closer to that edge for the second time that night. Delia seemed to know just where to thrust and prod within Patsy to get the most reaction out of her. Patsy felt her back arch, her hips rising off the bed as Delia continued to thrust her fingers into her, to suck on her clit and press her tongue against it at the same time with that pressure that was building up for Patsy to have one of the best orgasms of her life.
Finally, it happened, and Patsy cried out as she squeezed her eyes shut, seeing sparks once more that evening and she gripped above her head and raised her hips off the bed before they came crashing down, her hips rolling as her body convulsed, her sex clamping down tight around Delia's wonderful, wonderful, absolutely lovely magical fingers.
Patsy threw her arm over her eyes as her body quivered, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was vaguely aware of soft strands of hair grazing along her torso and a pair of lips sweetly kissing their way up her body, small yet firm hands caressing her breasts before being replaced with those sweet lips. Patsy looked down in time to see a pair of full pink lips wrap around her nipple and gently pull, the sensation having Patsy arch her back and sigh.
'Oh, Patsy,' Delia said, peppering Patsys chest with kisses, 'you naughty, naughty girl.'
Patsy's eyes widened. What had she done?
'You came without asking permission,' Delia continued, her tongue dipping into the dip of Patsy's neck.
'Oh, Darling, I'm so sorry,' Patsy breathed, finding herself squirming under Delia's touch. Her body was still humming, still sensitive from having such a strong orgasm, 'how could I have been so careless?' she continued, very well knowing she was being fucked too good to think coherently to ask for any kind of permission to come.
'You must be punished for such an infraction,' Delia pouted, but her gaze was serious.
'What shall you have me do?' Patsy asked, her eyes falling to Delia's full, pouty lips.
'What do you want to do more than anything else in this moment?' Delia asked.
'Kiss you,' Patsy said honestly.
Delia looked back at Patsy through half lidded eyes, her finger coming to rest on Patsy's lips.
'Denied.'
Patsy closed her eyes and sighed, tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, resisting the urge to even kiss her finger. She didn't know if Delia only meant kiss her lips, but she didn't want to take any chances and worsen her punishment.
'Whatever can I do to make it up to you, Darling?' Patsy asked, her hands caressing Delia's naked back and bum while she surreptitiously raised a thigh between Delia's legs, causing the woman in her arms to practically purr at the contact.
'I don't know, cariad,' Delia said, sitting up and straddling Patsy.
Patsy kept her hands away from Delia's body. With her new position, Patsy was unsure if she was allowed to touch her anymore.
Delia leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on Patsy's chest to balance herself as she ground herself against Patsy, both women sighing at the contact. Patsy screwed her eyes shut as she wiggled her hips, and Delia smiled mischievously at Patsys reaction, noting that Patsy was clenching her hands into fists and then releasing them again.
'You're just dying to touch me, aren't you?' Delia grinned, sighing as she rocked her hips again against Patsy and she took great joy as the redhead squirmed underneath her.
'Yes,' Patsy gasped, thrusting into Delia to meet the woman's rocking hips, 'May I please touch you darling?'
Delia chuckled slightly as she continued her slow gyrations, her own breath hitching in her throat at the contact.
'I don't know, Pats,' she breathed, her hands wondering over Patsy's torso, palming over Patsy's sensitive breasts, making her close her eyes and sigh, 'I think I'm having too much fun watching you squirm under me,' Delia smiled as she looked down at Patsy, 'you make the cutest faces when I tease you like this.'
Patsy pouted, but watched intently as Delia slowly leaned down, bringing her lips within a hairs width of her own as she reached above Patsys head and grasped her right hand.
'I will admit, though,' Delia sighed, licking her lips, and it took everything Patsy had to remain still and not press her lips against hers, 'since I've started seeing you in a new light, I've been rather fascinated with these,' she paused to sit up again, taking Patsy's hand with her, 'gorgeous, delicately long fingers of yours, Pats.'
Patsys heart fluttered at the sight of Delia bringing her hand to her face and placing kisses along the length of her thumb and across her palm. Delia closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose against her palm, smiling as Patsy couldn't help the whimper that left her mouth as Delia's lips grazed achingly slow along the length of her two fingers.
'I've been wondering, how do they taste?' She said as she placed a kiss on the pads of Patsy's index and middle finger, 'I've been wondering… no, fantasizing, them inside of me, you fucking me with them,' she said as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Patsy's two fingers, the woman on the bed giving an aching gasp as she watched them disappear into her mouth. Patsy swallowed hard as she felt Delia's tongue swirl around her fingers and pull them out with a sheen of spit that glistened in he low light of the lamps lighting the cozy bedroom.
'Pats,' Delia sais looking down at her through half lidded eyes.
Patsy blinked. She needed to find it in herself to speak, 'Yes Darling?'
'You may touch me,' she said simply.
Patsy wasted no time sitting up and wrapping Delia in her arms, laying the brunette down on her back with a giggle, Patsy finding her face playfully nuzzling between Delia's breasts and silently cursing the heavens she wasn't allowed to kiss her, wasn't allowed to open her mouth and wrap her lips around those pretty nipples, kiss her collarbone, her jawline, her ear. She tried to convey with her fingertips what she wished she could be doing with her lips just then, lightly feathering them over Delia's skin, over the curve of her breasts and around her nipples, over the bumps of her rib cage and the dip of her bellybutton. These light touches extracted delighted gaspes and giggles from Delia and Patsy swore to herself that she had never heard anything more heavenly.
'May I ask you something, Darling?' Patsy asked, her hand dipping between Delia's legs, palming her inner thigh and gently urging her legs apart.
'Hmm?' Delia sighed, her smile turning to a lazy smirk as her giggles subsided, 'What's that, sweet girl?' she asked as she wrapped her arms around Patsy's shoulders.
'Please do tell me when my punishment is over.'
Delia closed her eyes and gasped as Patsy parted her with her fingers, grazing the length of them down and up Delia's slit, coating them with her natural wetness.
'I so long to kiss you,' Patsy sighed, nuzzling her nose against Delia's jaw.
Patsy pulled away slightly and watched as Delia's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth formed an 'o' as Patsy took her time, entering her slowly with her slick fingers, stretching her, filling her. Both women sighed at the sensation, Delia rolling her head back onto the soft duvet, Patsy closing her eyes briefly, feeling herself gravitate towards Delia, pressing their warm bodies together. She loved the feeling of Delia's skin pressed against hers, she decided.
The redhead watched Delia's features with slight amusement as she slowly pulled out, and pushed back into her just as slow, the entire length of her fingers able to fill her now, the brunettes blue eyes screwing shut as she let it an aching whimper.
'Oh, cariad,' Delia said, breathless, 'Pats, oh, please, baby…'
Even though Patsy knew what Delia so desperately wanted, she felt like being a brat.
'Hmm?' She hummed as she kept her achingly slow pace, smiling slightly as she gently pushed her thumb against Delia's clit, enticing a moan, her back arching, 'Yes, Darling?' Patsy asked softly as she felt Delia messily entangle her fingers in her hair.
'Pats…' Delia whined with a pout, wiggling her hips, her arms coming to wrap around Patsy's head and pull her close.
Patsy continued slowly pulling out of Delia and pushing back into her, her thumb teasingly rolling over her clit as Delia let out a frustrated whimper.
'You can kiss me,' Delia gasped out, 'you can kiss me.'
'Thank you,' Patsy breathed.
She closed her eyes and happily brought her lips to Delia's wonderfully exposed neck as she increased her pace with her hand, pulling her fingers out and thrusting back into her again faster, her knuckles hitting against her just enough to have Delia's body rock in her arms. The smaller woman seemed to love it, much to Patsy's delight, as her grip around Patsy's neck tightened, her mouth opened and gasping, her moans wanton and aching. Patsy repeated these motions over and over again, finding a pace and pressure that had Delia completely receptive to her touch, relaxing in her arms.
Patsy's mouth and body traveled downwards slightly, her teeth gently grazing against a protruding collarbone before she kissed the valley between Delia's breasts. Patsy loved how warm she was, how soft her skin felt against hers. Patsy's lips grazed along Delia's breasts before her mouth sought a firm nipple, opening and swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud before firmly pulling. Patsy was rewarded with a small cry, and she kissed her way across Delia's chest, taking her time, kissing her, tasting her, taking in the wonderful feeling of her face between Delia's breasts before she finally moved to the other and repeated her motions, taking her sensitive nipple into her mouth and ravishing it with attention.
Patsy felt her fingers graze against a rather sensitive spot within Delia, and it was made apparent to her when Delia reacted by clenching her fingers into her scalp. Patsy couldn't help but smile and hook her two fingers on that spot, her thumb continuing to rub her clit as she did so, listening as Delia was suddenly gasping for air as if she were drowning.
'Oh, Pats,' Delia managed to cry out, 'Oh, fuck, cariad,' she gasped out , her arms wrapping around Patsy's head, holding her tight against her chest.
It was as this moment Patsy had wished she had taken a deep breath, because Delia had her head in such a grip, Patsy's nose and mouth pressed so tight against her breasts, that no air was able to get in. This barely registered with Patsy, thinking she would have held her breath in this moment anyway, fucking Delia, her fingers barely able to move anymore as she felt Delia clamp down around them, her fingers in her hair, and those aching cries filling her ears. Where she was now was certainly not the worst place to have taken her last breath, if she had.
Patsy was able to hold on long enough to listen as Delia came, hear those wonderful, beautiful moans roll out of her mouth, fill the room with her cries as she came around her fingers. Patsy halted the thusting of her fingers, her hand still in place, keeping with the motion of Delia's hips as they rose off the bed and came crashing down again, rolling through the aftershocks as her body quaked.
After a few deep breaths, Delia's orgasm finally subsided enough to loosen her grip on Patsy's head, and the redhead tilted her head up gasped, not realizing how much her lungs were burning until she gulped down a bit of air.
'Sorry,' Delia sighed with a small smile, her chest still heaving from the exertion.
Patsy looked up at her and saw that her cheeks were pink, her forehead laced with a thin layer of sweat and her hair was an absolute mess sprawled out around her.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Patsy smiled back, taking a few more breaths of air as she slowly kissed her way back up Delia's body.
'It's alright,' she said softly, her mouth coming to kiss a pulse point under Delia's ear as the smaller woman continued to winper and quiver in her arms, 'If I'm to suffocate to death, that's how I'd prefer it.'
Delia managed a smile as Patsy looked down at her, the smaller womens hand reaching up to tuck the loose, messy strands of Patsy's hair behind her ears. She cupped her face in her hand and pulled her down for a kiss.
Delia pulled away suddenly, closing her eyes with a gasp as her body shook once more.
'Sorry,' she breathed, 'that was… that was just…' she trailed off, and Patsy took her hand in hers, bringing it to her mouth for a sweet kiss.
'It's alright, Darling,' Patsy's heart fluttered, for two reasons, she thought, because the woman in her arms was so beautiful and she was arrogantly happy that she had made her come so hard.
'Was everything,' Delia started, taking a deep breath of air once more as she composed herself, 'was everything alright? You were… OK? With… everything?'
Patsy blinked, then smiled, honestly touched, 'Delia, yes, I… your methods worked, that's for sure… I didn't… I felt safe. I didn't feel like pulling away once, if that's what you're asking. I was absolutely able to stay here in the moment, with you.'
Delia nodded, smiling, 'Good,' she leaned forward and kissed Patsy once more before her head fell back against the soft duvet with a sigh, 'Oh, god, Pats, you have no idea how badly I wanted this.'
'I have some idea,' Patsy said as she moved to wrap her arms lovingly around Delia once more and nuzzle her neck, but she halted her motions once she felt Delia urgently place a hand on her arm.
'Is something burning?'
Patsy blinked, raising her head for a moment to take a sniff. Her eyes widened and she looked back at Delia who was suddenly wide awake.
The smaller woman pushed Patsy aside and sprang from the bed, running naked to the kitchen, leaving Patsy alone in the bedroom staring after her absolutely perplexed. She heard the sounds of Welsh swearing coming from the kitchen and Delia fusing noisily with pots and pans.
Patsy thought maybe she should go out and help, but the chill in the night air had her shivering, and she found herself looking for her discarded knickers on the floor.
Emerging soon from the bedroom dressed in her tracksuit bottoms and top, carrying the duvet with her, Patsy walked into the kitchen to find Delia ushering smoke out of the small window over the sink with a flannel. The site was made all the more amusing as the smaller woman was stark naked, and Patsy noted with a delightful blush that even her bum had dimples.
'Deels, come here, darling,' Patsy said with a smile as she held out the duvet.
With a defeated sigh and slumped shoulders, Delia walked her to Patsy and let the taller woman wrap the duvet around her body, the brunette resting her forehead against Patsy's chest as she pouted.
'Pats, I'm sorry. I've ruined our dinner.'
'Deels,' Patsy started wrapping her arms around Delia, hugging her tight, 'it'll be alright.
'All that chicken,' Delia moped.
'Delia.'
'I really wanted you to try my curry.'
'Darling,' Patsy said, hooking her finger under Delia's chin so she could look her in the eye, 'it's quite alright. I would say a burnt dinner was a worthy sacrifice for... ,' Patsy blushed, 'for the evening we just had.'
'Night's still young,' Delia looked up at her with a glint in her eye that disappeared as soon as her grumbling tummy cut through the ambiance.
Patsy placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, thinking this woman was the absolute cutest, 'Not to worry. I've got dinner covered.'
Patsy walked over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer, looking back at Delia with a victorious smirk as she pulled out a frozen pizza.
'My specialty,' she winked, and Delia rolled her eyes with a smile.
The smaller woman left the kitchen to go and freshen up as Patsy popped the pizza in the oven and put water on for tea. She spent the next several minutes scraping their burnt dinner into the bin, and scrubbing all the dirty pots and pans clean. Delia eventually emerged from the bedroom, looking comfortable and refreshed in her pyjamas, and poured the two of them a cup of tea before dragging Patsy into the lounge so she could be wrapped up in her arms while they had a proper cuddle on the sofa.
The rest of their evening was spent holding one another, drinking their tea, feeding each other their dinner, and more importantly talking about what they just experienced. Their evening was full of conversation, sometimes blushing, sometimes giggling, sometimes gasping in surprise.
'I really liked it when…'
'How did you feel about…'
'I would sometime like to try…'
'What do you think about…'
'Sometime maybe we could…'
And so forth, the two touching each other tenderly as they shared with one another all their wants and desires. They chatted well into the night, finding out a great deal about one another. Most importantly that they both came to the understanding that Patsy liked these little games. She felt relaxed when Delia took charge, made Patsy say what she wanted, to be there to guide her along. It helped her stay with Delia in the moment. It helped her control her urges. Delia admitted she liked taking charge, keping Patsy focused, especially once she knew what Patsy liked.
As the evening grew very late and the two had exhausted all topics of conversation, Delia sleepily nuzzling against Patsy's chest while the taller woman held her and ran her fingers through her hair.
'I can't imagine a more perfect evening,' Patsy said as she closed her eyes and gently smelled Delias hair.
Delia sighed, 'Me neither,' she mumbled, snuggling in against Patsy.
There was a moment of silence before Delia spoke up again.
'I honestly can't wait to see the expressions on the girls faces when they find out I jammed my foot in Nurse Mounts mouth.'
She gave a yelp when she felt Patsy pinch her ear, the redhead glaring at her warningly but unable to contain her own smile as she watched the cheeky one spread across Delia's features. Lucky for her, Patsy found it terribly endearing.