Rocky and Delilah

Chapter 18

Delilah

When I woke up the following morning, I realized I was alone in the bed. I slid my hand over to Rocky's side of the mattress to confirm, and sure enough, the sheets were already cold. I rolled out of the bed and stretched my achy limbs, and I grumbled at how sore I truly felt. Every bone inside me felt like it had been used, but I still couldn't help to smile.

Before I started looking for Rocky, I knew I needed to use the bathroom first. I peed, brushed my teeth and washed my hands and face, then put on some shorts. As I walked out of the bathroom I checked for the pictures of us the on nightstand. I knew the maid would be coming soon, and I didn't want her to see all of our stuff out there like. I looked on both of the nightstands, and my stomach dropped as I realized they were no longer there.

I then figured Rocky probably just moved them, but I know I'll be confirming with him for sure.

So without another disruption, I began the search for my husband. The beachfront villa Rocky had rented for the week was very spacious, it contained three bedrooms and two bathrooms, with a cute kitchen and outdoor shower that I fully intended to use. I checked the other bedrooms to make sure he wasn't in there, and by the time I got to the kitchen, I noticed the coffee pot already had coffee brewed. I went ahead and poured my cup before adding my cream and sugar.

Once I was satisfied, I looked out of the back door and saw Rocky. He was standing on the patio in only a pair of shorts, talking on the phone. His face was set in a grim expression, but when he saw that I was awake and standing in the kitchen, he grinned and crooked his finger at me in a 'come here' motion.

I smiled as I slid open the glass door and laid down my coffee on the glass table. I wrapped my arms around his torso and laid my head on his chest, and I took a minute to breath him in, his natural scent making me feel another level of feral. He threaded his fingers through my hair to keep me close to him, while his other hand kept his phone by his ear. I sat against him for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the ocean before I had an idea.

Not a very great idea, but an idea nevertheless.

I pulled away from Rocky who only furrowed his brows in a silent question, then I took his hand and led him to the patio chair I wanted him to sit on. I could tell he was confused, but only for a moment as I got on my knees in front of him.

He frowned as he pulled his phone away from his ear, "What are you-" He asked, before I placed my pointer finger over my mouth, motioning for him to stay quiet. I tucked my hair behind my ears, and sent a prayer that I could figure out what I was doing before I embarrassed myself. Rocky helped me maneuver his pants down, and as soon as his thing came out already half swollen, I shuttered in anticipation.

Okay, maybe this wasn't an amazing idea.

I stared at it for a moment, mild intimidation coursing through my veins. But before I could second give into the anxious feeling, I leaned up to place a kiss on the very tip for good luck. I smiled as his thing jerked, and I used my tongue to lick the top in an exploratory motion. I felt as Rocky move his hips as he let out a grunt, and my confidence grew at his reaction.

I take it back. This was a great idea.

He responded to whoever it was on the other end of the call, making me softly chuckle as I went in for seconds. This time, I wrapped my mouth around the whole tip, giving a firm suck. I did that for a minute, familiarizing myself with his reaction. In a natural movement, I reached up to wrap my hand around the base, and I felt Rocky's hand on the back of my head, but I couldn't tell if he was trying to push my head further down, or pull my head back.