Touch the Sky
Chapter 12
Foster could feel Delilah's slim arms around him as he accelerated, pushing the motorcycle faster down the mostly empty roadway. She rode behind him on the way to the bar, but on the drive back her body was pressed tighter against his. Foster could hear the loud wail of the police sirens. But the noise faded away as they got further and further from the bar. When the only sound around them was the wind whipping past, he felt her hands start to move.
Delilah moved one of her hands, stroking down over his midsection and then back up once she slid it under the hem of his borrowed shirt. Foster's bare skin tingled under the press of her flat palm. And then she moved her other hand down and began rubbing up and down the length of his thigh. By the time he pulled the bike down the long gravel drive to her farmhouse, the crotch of his pants was uncomfortably tight.
Foster nearly knocked the bike and Delilah onto the ground in his hurry to get off the machine and get her into his arms. She climbed half off, gripping him and letting him pull her up into his arms. In her excitement to leave for the bar, Delilah forgot to turn the outside lights on. A mistake that she was now grateful for. Because it felt good to be in Foster's arms with only the moonlight shining down on them. She felt the rough press of his beard. And then his soft lips met hers. It wasn't their first kiss. But it was the first time they both gave over completely to the magic that was growing between them. A connection like this only came along once in a lifetime. It couldn't be explained or rationalized away. Delilah wasn't worried about what might happen tomorrow. Or next week. There was only this moment. Everything else in her life faded away, pale in comparison to the man that was slowly making his way towards her house with her cradled gently in his arms. She could taste the next sixty years of her life on his lips.
When they reached her front porch steps, Delilah broke their kiss. She noticed that Foster released her without any hesitation the moment she began to push against his grip. Despite how passionately they'd been kissing, he wasn't going to push her to do anything she didn't want to do. Not that he needed to worry about that. She wanted him in every way a woman could want a man.
Delilah reached for his hand before she headed up the stairs. She had no desire to move away from him, she just didn't want her giant dog knocking bowling them when they opened her door. She could hear Remy scratching at the wood, barking impatiently to be let out. Foster circled her waist with his arms, holding her against him as she worked her key into the lock and opened the door. Remy charged out, giving them a quick sniff before he darted off into the night air.
"Wait," Foster urged, holding her in place to keep her from entering the house. "I like it out here," he said, whispering the words softly into her ear. His breath fanned across her neck, sending a delicious shiver down her back. Delilah nodded, letting the screen door snap shut as Foster lifted her back off her feet.
Foster carried her a few steps across the porch to the wooden swing. The metal chains jingled and groaned when he lowered his heavy body down into the wooden slats. Once he was seated, Delilah shifted in his lap. She turned to face him. And she caught his face in her hands as she pressed her lips down on his. Her body rocked against his when he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. He tasted like fresh mint and the beer he drank at the bar. And every swirl of his tongue around hers was fanning the flaming heat that was building up in the base of her stomach.
Delilah sucked in a hard breath of air when Foster finally pulled his mouth away from hers. Her heart was pounding in her chest. And the feel of his hard length against her thigh was driving every rational thought from her mind. She leaned in, kissing her way down his neck as she slithered off his lap. She stopped when she was sitting between his legs with her knees resting on the wooden porch. Reaching for the zipper of his pants, Delilah tugged it down far enough to allow her access to his dick. She tugged at the fabric until she was able to release his large erection from the confines of his pants. Like the rest of him, it was by far the biggest she'd ever seen. If Foster wasn't already being so gentle with her, she might have even been scared by his impressive girth. But she trusted him completely. He might break her heart later. But he wouldn't hurt her tonight.
Delilah leaned forward, flicking the tip of her tongue across the head of his dick. She heard the sharp intake of his breath. But she took that to mean he was enjoying what she was doing. Closing her lips, Delilah pressed them to the head of his dick next. After a soft kiss she slid down, applying gentle pressure with her lips as she sucked the broad head of his dick into her mouth. Foster gasped again. But this time the sound was followed by a sudden jerk of his hips. He shifted them to the side, quickly withdrawing from her mouth. "What are you doing?," he breathed. Delilah looked up, confused by the nervous edge in his voice. Her experience with men was somewhat limited. But the few that she'd been with certainly knew what was about to happen when a woman knelt down in front of them.
"I just wanted to make you feel good," she said, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. "If you want me to stop I will."
"Uh…" Foster stammered and stuttered as he stared down at her. He seemed unsure of what he wanted. But after a moment's indecision, he must have decided to trust her. Because he relaxed his body and lifted his hand, stroking the back of his knuckles across her cheek. Delilah caught his hand in hers, guiding it to the back of her head before she grabbed his dick and sucked it back into her mouth.
Given his size, she wasn't able to fit much of him into her mouth. But she used her hand to spread her saliva down over his shaft as she swirled her tongue around him. Given his reaction, this was most certainly Foster's first time being on the receiving end of oral sex. And she wanted to make sure it was a good experience. At first he didn't move at all. But once his hand started tightening into her hair and his hips started lifting slightly off the squeaky porch swing, Delilah knew he was into what she was doing. She kept going for a little longer. But eventually she stopped, finishing her blow job with a soft kiss to the head of his dick. If she kept going, she was worried he might come. And she didn't want their first encounter to be over so quickly.
Foster pulled her up, placing her back on his lap and holding her against him. "Let's go up to my room," she suggested as she snuggled in closer to him. He didn't answer her with words. Foster just rose from the porch swing and headed into the house with her in his arms.
Delilah pointed Foster towards the room he woke up in on the first morning in her house. He set her down and wasted no time in stripping his clothes off. Delilah did the same. And he enjoyed watching her shimmy out of her tight jeans before she left them on a pile near her feet with the rest of their things. She was petite but not without curves. Her small breasts ended in dusky upturned nipples. And her hips were curvy in comparison to her slim waist. He reached for her, pulling her against him with one hand on the curve of her ass and the other cupping her breast. She caught him by the back of the neck, pulling him down to kiss her. Her skin against his felt like the sun on the first day of spring. His dick was sandwiched between their bodies. And it was still covered in the slick feeling of her spit. Just thinking about how her full lips felt wrapped around him was enough to make his balls tighten.
Foster lifted Delilah up, setting her down on the edge of the bed. She was so tiny in comparison to him, he knew he was going to have to be careful not to hurt or squash her during what was about to happen. And he knew it might help if he readied her with his fingers first. When he ran his hand up the length of her shapely thigh, Delilah parted her legs to allow him access. He rubbed at the lips of her pussy with his fingers first. Finding them already damp with arousal, he slid his middle finger between them. She was slick enough that his one finger slipped into her wet heat without resistance. So he added a second and began to move them slowly in and out of her. She fell back onto the bed, making soft noises of pleasure. One of her hands was gripping his wrist. With the other, she began to play with her own breasts. Her nipples were already hard. And she circled them with her fingertips as he watched. Her hips were rocking with the motion of his hand. And he could tell she was getting close to finding her release. But before that could happen, she pushed his hand back and away.
"I want you," Delilah said, the words coming out in a near breathless sigh. Foster leaned down with the intention of picking her up and again and moving both of them the rest of the way onto the bed. But before he could, Delilah shifted her body. She sat up and turned over so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed with her backside facing him. The position confused him for a moment. In theory, Foster knew it was possible for people to join their bodies in this position. He'd seen animals do it. But he'd never taken a woman that way before. However, it only took one peek of the glistening folds between her legs and he was more than ready to try.
Gripping the base of his dick with his hand, he guided the broad head of his dick inside her. While his fingers slid in easily, that wasn't true for his thick length. She enveloped him like a tight glove. And he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move in slow even thrusts as he eased himself a little further into her with each stroke. When his hips finally bumped her bottom, Delilah cried out.
It took a few experimental movements on Foster's part before he realized that he would need to brace Delilah's body with his hands to keep from sending her sprawling forward onto the bed. He gripped her hips and thrust forward again, this time pumping into her with more control instead of an awkward slap of their bodies. She moaned, rocking back into him. Her insides were flooded with heat and her slick desire. And after a few more controlled thrusts, he gave in to his own desires and began to buck and jerk his hips. Delilah cried out again. But this time, her inner walls began to convulse and flutter around his dick. Her pleasure pushed him over the edge. And he found his release deep inside her as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm.
Delilah felt her spent body collapse against the bed. She was still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when Foster lifted her into his arms and pulled the blankets back. He placed her under them first, climbing in behind her. His large body nearly engulfed her. And it felt amazing to be back in his strong arms. It was hard to describe how it felt. With Foster's skin pressed against hers, everything felt right in her world. Like she finally figured out where she belonged. Home wasn't a house. Or a place. It was here.