The Return of Delilah

Chapter 33

I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe
& it takes everything
& it all spills out
Reckless but honest words leave my mouth
-Anger by Sleeping At Last

SOME MATURE CONTENT A FEW PARAGRAPHS IN

LIAM

Illness is a bitch. And when you're a parent and have responsibilities you don't really have the blessing of lying around 'till you feel better. Shitty as I felt, I stood up quietly from the bed to not wake Delilah up. She'd been taking care of Adrian and I for the past two days and was exhausted. I placed a kiss on her forehead before getting into the shower.

She'd been acting strange; like something was wrong but she just couldn't bring herself to tell me. The light in her eyes had dimmed, reminding me of the days right before she left. Knowing that she wouldn't do it again was comforting, except we were back to her not telling me things; I could sense it.

For whatever reason she was trying to keep it together and it was heartbreaking because I could see how much she was struggling to do so. It wasn't just stress, I knew that much.

As I walked out of the shower I saw her, still sound asleep. She would be staying home with Adrian who still wasn't feeling well, but I was beginning to think she was also getting sick with whatever we had too. Before I even got dressed, I sat next to her, running my hand over her smooth hair. Her eyes fluttered open and small smile formed on her face.

"I wish you didn't have to go," she said sleepily.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers and kissed her, gentle and soft. Delilah sighed, her eyes closing as I traveled down her neck, feeling the goosebumps that formed on her smooth skin. I couldn't bring myself to stop though, and my hands went down to her breasts, teasing her already perked nipples through the silk nightgown she wore.

"You... really should get ready," she murmured. Funnily enough though, her fingers locked in my hair as my lips went down her body that was reacting to my touch.

This had not been what I was planning, but when I got to her slick entrance and knew that she was ready for me, I decided that the plans didn't matter. I wanted to make her feel good, make her forget whatever shit was on her mind.

A soft moan left her lips when I brought my mouth to her, latching over that sweet spot that always drove her insane. There was nothing more erotic than the way she gripped my hair and she arched her as I ate her out.

Fucking breakfast was delicious.

She came hard and fast... twice. I went up her flushed body, at this point discarding my towel and losing it somewhere between the sheets.

Lips parting with a gasp and legs wrapping around my waist, I entered her with one hard thrust. Usually, I would have asked her to keep her eyes open, yet as they squeezed shut and her face contorted in pleasure, I dedicated the moment to memorizing her. The way she felt beneath me, the way her body held on to mine, as if I was the only thing keeping her from floating off. The way my name left her lips while I made love to her.

I felt when she came; she tensed beneath me, her muscles tightening around me as she rode out her climax.

Nuzzling her neck, I let myself release inside of her with a shudder. We laid there without moving, trying to stretch out the intimate moment as much as possible.

"I love you," I whispered over her skin. She needed reassuring these last few days, I could see it every time she did something for us. "I'm happy you're with us Lilah, with me."