Wavering Mollisher

Two Delectable Kisses

“You’re awake.” Lucas’s confident smiles greet her. “Thought I lost you this time.” He holds a glass. “Drink.”

Della sits up and grabs the glass from his hands. She takes a cautious sip. 

Lucas chuckles. “Now, what kind of person do you take me for, poisoning the woman who just saved a child?”

Della greedily drinks the water. “Thanks.”

“Glad you’re awake. I’m sure a mom and daughter will be happy to give you their gratitude, but first…” Lucas takes the glass from her fingers and inches closer. Della backs into the headboard, her heart jumping into her throat. Lucas’s head leans closer until his face is inches from hers. His fingers reach out to her, caressing her cheek. He smirks at her red face. “Don’t get any ideas; I was checking your bruises. You got beat up back there.”

Della reaches up and feels her swollen face. “Ow.”

“Told ya. Can I ask what kind of ideas you get up in that head of yours when you think of me?” Lucas’s lips ghost over hers. “Was it something like this?”

Della gasps. Her eyelids flutter close as she awaits his lips on hers. Lucas watches her reaction for a couple of minutes, amused at Della ready for him. “Or maybe like this?”

His lips touched hers gently. His hand moves to cup her cheek, gently caressing her skin as he takes his time tasting her. After a couple of minutes, he moves away.

Della opens her eyes. “What…what…was that for?”

“For saving one of my residents, you brave, crazy woman,” Lucas informs her. “Now that I got that out of the way, we have much to discuss.”

Della pulls her knees into her chest. “Where is my father?”

“He is safe. He is under my protection.” Lucas says curtly.

Della scoffs. “You must be proud of yourself! Taking a man from his family! Injuring his wife!”

Lucas furrows his brows at the accusation. “First of all, I didn’t take anyone from anything; he was brought here by my men. Two, I would never injure anyone. I only kidnap for ransom.”

“Oh, my apologies! I didn’t realize I was talking to Merryville’s own Robin Hood!” Della snaps. “How honorable for you to spare us violence by choosing to rob and hold people for ransom! A victimless crime, many may argue!”

Lucas couldn’t help but find Della’s sass amusing. Most women would be thrown out of his bed for less, but this redhead captures his interest.

“What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” Lucas smiles. “I think you’re overdue for a couple of spankings, no?”

 Della feels butterflies in her stomach as her arousal pools in her belly. Trying to hide her flushed body, Della curls into a ball. “I’m... hurt.”

“Oh, in that case…” Lucas moves like a viper. One minute Della is wrapped into herself; the next, her body is laid out over Lucas’s legs. “Now, let’s see here…” She feels a weight through her dress as it begins to shift to her calves. Suddenly she feels cold air greet her thighs. She inhales at the unfamiliar feeling. She feels two large hands caress her thighs. She tries to speak but the only sound that comes out of her is a warbled noise.

“What was that?” Lucas pats her thighs before moving up to her knickers. “Why Della, I must compliment you-you have the most beautiful skin.”

“Ass...hole!” Della moans in half delight/anger

“The sass keeps on coming, eh? I don't think I have ever had a woman call me that in bed” Lucas smiles down at the vision on his lap. He caresses Della’s legs waiting for her objection to his ministrations. When he hears her moans of pleasure from his touch, he moves her skirts above her waist and throws her panties off her body. Looking down, he admires Della's pearl white skin under his tan hand.  His hand caresses her soft cheeks, and the woman underneath him shivers. 

“Now, Della, I take no pleasure in this, but I must punish you. So here is one for giving me lip the first time we met.” A sharp pain begins at the bottom of her bum. She feels a hand caress the slapped area before moving away. “This is for running away.” She feels his hand slap again and again. “This is for your lip today.” Slap after slap reigns on her thighs. Della starts to feel a strange sensation building in her abdomen from the slaps. A small mewl reaches her lips.

Lucas chuckles. “Now that is a sound I can get used to.” Della closes her eyes and finds herself weak against his large hands. Those large hands slowly make their way between her legs, touching something that sends Della squirming to the edge of the bed.

“What’s this? Have you never touched yourself?” Lucas’s eyes her with concern, as Della shakes her head.

“A beautiful thing like you? Oh, baby…let me give you a gift.” Lucas backs Della into the headrest. His lips meet hers again, claiming her mouth as he shifts his tongue in. His fingers go back to her thighs, his fingers touching her enlarged c**t. He begins rubbing circles on the skin, smiling as he gets a moan out of Della. “Be as loud as you want, baby.” His lips return to hers as his ministrations on her c**t speed up, only pausing to move his index and middle finger inside her lips while his thumb continued its assault on her c**t. Della is overwhelmed by the new sensations Lucas has created, screaming loudly as something powerful claims her body. Her screams grow in volume, only muffled by the lips of the man driving the sensations. After she comes down from her orgasm, Della is left in a puddle of sweat, her loud breathing the only thing she registers. 

Lucas stands and licks the middle finger he pulled out of her opening. “You taste intoxicating.” Della’s pupils are blown as she watches him walk to the door. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

Della flops down on the bed. Gods almighty, how had she not known an orgasm could be so pleasurable? Her mother always told her that s*x is to be shared between spouses and for procreation only-but how could it be when it felt amazing!? Della feels the pain from her accident return to her face as she comes back from her pleasure high.

“Ow.” She adjusts her dress to cover her legs and stands up. She should feel disgusted from being touched by Lucas, and yet she is hoping he will run his hands over her curves and claim her as his. Is it such an unforgivable sin to want to become his?

“Della!” A loud whisper comes from the steel balcony. Della walks out and looks around.

“Down here.” Caroline’s voice calls.

Della sees a woman in a news cap, shirt, and pants with her blonde hair pulled underneath below the balcony's staircase. “Caroline?”

Della smiles at her friend. “Hey, the coast is clear. Come up.” 

Caroline climbs the fire escape connecting Lucas’s balcony to the street below. Once she reaches Della she pulls her up to a dark roof.

“How goes it?” Caroline asks. She turns to take a good look at Della. “Gods! Della, what happened to your face?”

“I jumped in front of one of those horseless contraptions. It almost ran over a little girl! I pushed her out of the way, but I couldn’t get out of the way in time.” Della briefly explains.

Caroline’s eyes soften as her hand reaches up to cup Della’s cheek. She rubs her thumb against the bruised cheek, getting lost in the softness of the red head’s skin. Della closes her eyes, leaning into the hand. Caroline’s touch is like a warm sunset evening, comforting and warm. Della opens her eyes when she hears Caroline’s soft sigh.

“I should chide you for being careless, but  you did it for a selfless reason….” Caroline murmurs, getting lost in Della's emerald eyes.

“I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Lucas yet, considering when I woke up, he kissed me, among other things,” Della's eyes fall to the floor.

Jealously flashes in Caroline's eyes. “Oh? What other things?”

“An orgasm,” Della whispers softly that Caroline hardly hears her answer.

“He had s*x with you?!” Caroline yells.

“No, it wasn’t s*x; it was more his fingers….” Della feels her face heating up. Caroline studies Della’s face as she takes a step back. “You liked it?! Are you attracted to him?!”

“I don’t know!” Della hides her face in her hands. “I want to dislike him, but gods, he is gorgeous. Yes, I am!”

“He hurt your mother, Della, and he has your father!” Caroline venomously tells her.

“That’s the thing, Caroline! He says he has no knowledge of any of it!” Della tries to explain.

“What, you think that by sleeping with him, he’ll be an open book? For f**k’s sake, Della, the man gave your first orgasm, not the moon!” Caroline’s face freezes as she realizes the mistake of her words.

“Wow, Caroline. Do you really think that little of me? That I would suddenly absolve him of his sins because he brought me pleasure? ” Tears begin to form in Della’s eyes. “I thought you knew me better! I thought I knew you better!”

Caroline wraps Della in her arms. “I’m sorry, Dells. I am. That was cruel, and I never will think any less of you for wanting an orgasm. Even if it’s with Lucas Clarke.” Caroline makes a face at the name, causing Della to giggle. 

“What’s gotten into you, Lina? You’re never this cruel.” Della looks up into hazel eyes. 

“Can’t you tell by now?” Caroline smiles as her eyes trace Della’s lips. “I’m quite mad about you…” Her lips seal Della’s in a soft kiss. Della sighs in happiness as she wraps her arms around Caroline’s neck. Caroline gently touches her cheek, taking care not to touch her bruises. After a couple of minutes, she pulls away from Della, leaving her with a kiss on the cheek. “ I'll look into Lucas's accounts. Perhaps you're right and he had nothing to do with your parents' misfortunes. I’ll be in touch. Whatever you decide, please stay safe.” With a small wave to Della, Caroline disappears into the darkness.

Della quickly makes her way down the fire escape and into Lucas’s room. She throws herself on the bed as the door opens, revealing the child from earlier.

The girl giggles and jumps on the bed. “You’re the angel!” Abby squeals in delight. “Mama kept talkin’ about ya bein’ sent by divine intervention.”

“It’s the truth.” A woman’s voice says. The woman sits down at the foot of the large bed. “How ya doin’ love? I was righ’ worried bou ya whe ya close’ yer eyes and would’ not even wake for the boss!”

“I’m fine now, thank you.” Della smiles gratefully.

“I brough’ ya a flower!” Abby giggles as she hands Della a beautiful rose. “Mama sai’ I could pick the fines’ from ‘er garden.”

Della's smiles widen as she brings the rose to her nose, inhaling the intoxicating sweet scent. “Thank you, Abby, it is beautiful.”

 The little girl giggles. “Like you, mam. I though’ the red woul’ match your hair.”

“I see. Well, I love it even more now.” Della chuckles. “Thank you for checking on me.” She addresses Abby’s mother.

“Ya can call me Jo, dear. I’m glad’ the boss took care of ya. He is a ‘ood soul. Lots of people think he is some criminal, but he is jus’ trying to provide for us. Why befor’ he came to the area, we all live’ on the street. ‘ere comes in this fancy boy with money and fixe’ up the buildings. Gave us a home to live and asks for very little rent. Why look at ‘is room. He hardly has anythin’. While the lot of us have large house, the boss has a small flat.” Jo prattles on about Lucas’s greatness. 

Della must admit she didn’t expect to hear such incredible things about the boss of the Merryville outskirts. She never thought selflessness would be a word that describes Lucas Clarke.

“Alright, Jo, don’t overwhelm my guest.” Lucas chuckles at the woman’s chatter.

Jo waves him off. “I must be off. She is beautifu’ sir, and I must say ya need a good woman by yer side and all.” Jo winks at Della as she closes the door behind her and her daughter.