His Breaking Point

Bubble Trouble

A little over a week had passed since Delila had moved into her new home. Everything about living in that little cottage felt so natural, almost like she had been there for years and not just mere days.

She had spent hours in her writing nook, went and tried out everything her kitchen had to offer, relaxed and enjoyed the sun in her garden, soaked in her tub, and generally made the whole place her own. Just like she promised, she had also paid a visit to Rose (who by the way really loved the whole messy story about Delila, the Montgomery men, and the little cottage), and she even went out for some coffee with Trey a couple of times.

Trey had become a real friend to her, not ever bringing up that drunken almost-kiss or his possible romantic intentions towards her. Instead he was always laidback, funny, and attentive. She really had come to enjoy his company and to rely on his advice. Even if said advice basically only consisted of him telling her to enjoy herself and give Alex some time to lick his wounds and restore his pride. Those were easy words to follow.

Will had stayed over most nights, and she had enjoyed cooking for him, the endless love making, the animated discussions, and that little guilty pleasure that came from playing house with him like that. Until last night that was.

She just had stepped out of her bathroom, hair still wet from the shower. Will, as usual not bothering with covering himself up, was still in her bed, laying there in all his naked glory. She took a second to admire him. Once her gaze finally reached his face, she saw a little smirk playing on his lips: "Enjoying the view, darling?"

"Oh, very much so, especially since I know what you can do with that perfectly trained body of yours." She bent over to give him a quick kiss, but Will clearly had other ideas. Within seconds her towel was gone and she was straddling him once again. His greedy mouth had found its way to her still very sensitive breast, sucking, twisting and nibbling like they hadn't just enjoyed each other for the last hour. His hands were gripping her hips, pressing her down on the indeed very hard evidence of his insatiable need for her. Her body, not caring that it already had its fair share of pleasure, reacted instantly to his touch. It was like some primal force took over and completely overrode her brain. She had to steady herself by holding on to Will's shoulders, getting week and needy every time that man so much but touched her.

One of his hands gripped the wet strands of her hair and forced her to arch her back, exposing her neck and chest to him even more. Buried deep inside her, Will filled her up so deliciously that her hips were instinctively rocking back to meet his almost lazy trusts. The sound of her own moans mixed with his victorious growl brought her back from her lusty haze, only to realize that everything felt all too good. With a little shriek she practically fell off the bed and smacked Will on the arm: "No, no, no, you stupid sexy man.... You don't get to sneak up on me like that and make me forget everything else. That's not fair. It's your own fault that we're all out of protection now, I texted you to buy and bring more!"

"I was gonna pull out...."

"Pull out? You were going to pull out?!" Delila huffed and turned away to get some fresh panties from her drawer. "What are you, a naïve little teenager who has no idea about the human reproduction system? Or about STDs? That's about as unsafe as it gets!"

At least he had the decency to look somewhat guilty. But it was not easy taking his remorse seriously as he was laying on her bed, one arm behind his head, stroking his very hard member, still slick from her own excitement. That man knew no shame!

"What do you think you're doing?" Delila asked him with one very pointed eyebrow. He only smirked at her, not breaking eye contact: "Well, you were bending over to put on those very unnecessary lace panties.... How do you expect me to react to such a spectacular view?"

"Did you even hear a single thing I just said?"

"Yes.... and you are right.... about everything.... doesn't mean that I suddenly turned blind though."

With a little laugh, she gave up on being angry and got back on the bed, crawling between his muscular legs. Letting her fingernails graze over the skin on his upper thigh, she looked up to him with a smirk: "Well, I suppose there are other things we can do.... "

.....

Some considerable time and another much-needed shower later, they were sitting at the dinner table, eating some pasta and drinking a glass of wine. Delila was somewhat dreamingly staring at her glass, replaying that little tongue-trick of his in her mind, when Will suddenly blurted out: "You know that I am clean, don't you? I would never put you at risk like that!"

A little surprised she looked up, only to find him staring at her intently. She felt a smile on her lips. "It's not a question of trust for me, but one of principle. I know nothing about your previous sex life... well except for the make-up-mannequin and the walking proof of your virility, Alex. On the other side you know nothing about mine either. And even if you would have been a virgin up until you met me, which would clearly make Alex some sort of reversed second Jesus, I still would insist on both of us getting tested before entering any kind of serious relationship. And don't even get me started on unwanted pregnancies and abortions...."

Suddenly it was as dark shadows were flying over his chiseled features: "So, just to make sure that I understood everything correctly: not only is what has been going on between us nothing serious, but the thought of you getting pregnant by me immediately leads to you thinking about abortion?"

"What??? No.... I was only trying to explain that I try to be very careful and responsible with my body. And Will, we never discussed this... us... I just assumed...." And this time she really was at a loss for words.

Will drank some wine and carefully put the glass back down. "That's true. And yet it somehow hurts me that you think so little of me and of yourself. Assuming that I am just in it for some sex with no strings attached. You know, I think it really comes in handy now, that I have to leave for a few days on a business trip. This will give us both some time to think about where want this to go, should you decide that it's even worth your while."

He slowly got up from his chair, the carefully controlled movements a clear indicator of his barely contained anger and frustration. With a simple kiss on the cheek, he passed Delila, took his leather jacket from the counter and left the cottage without another word, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

....

And that's how the little bubble of happiness that Delila had been living in for the last few days had come to burst. 

After a night of restless thinking and overthinking, she decided that she needed to see things from a new perspective. But that required something, she hadn't done since she had been 17 and stupid Lukas Keller had broken her heart because Milly Wineford had been willing to give it up in a storage room: Delila needed to call her dad to talk with him about a boy! Well, a man this time, but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.