Chapter Seven Dixie

Stepping forward, I help Delphine undress before stripping off my clothes. Pulling her into the bathroom, I start the shower, never taking my eyes off of her. Once the water is at her favorite temperature, I help her step into the tub. Each of the bedrooms in the clubhouse has a bathroom with a shower/tub combo. One thing I have on my wishlist for when we build our home is a standalone shower and a massive soaking tub. I know how much Delphine loves taking a long soak. But tonight, it's all about getting her clean so I can dirty her up again.

"Hands to yourself, lassie," I order, shifting my hips to keep my cock out of her hands. She gives me a cute little pout. "I need to focus on washing you. You know your girls will want to take showers, too. Don't want them to have to suffer through cold showers, do you?"

She sighs and shakes her head. "Hex needs to upgrade the water heater," she grumbles as I turn her so the hot water cascades over her magnificent breasts. Pouring a dab of her shampoo into my hand, I slide my fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. Sighing, she leans back into me. I love how much she trusts me.

Rinsing her hair, I repeat the actions with her conditioner before washing her body. I use my hands to cover her silky skin with lather, taking a little extra time with my favorite bits. Once she's clean, I quickly lather myself up before rinsing us both off. I wrap a towel around and give her ass a pat to move her into the bedroom so I can dry off. I take a seat behind her so I can comb out the snarls before braiding her hair. When we first hooked up, I used to enjoy watching her do this. Now it's something I enjoy doing for her. The intimacy of it soothes me.

"Feeling better?" I ask her as I tie off the end of the braid. I pull her back so she's leaning against me and I can wrap my arms around her. My forearms prop up her magnificent breasts, while her head lays against my shoulder.

"I do. You've cleaned my body, but now I need you to cleanse my mind." Her purr makes my dick hard.

I chuckle as I shift to lay her body on the mattress so I can lean over and kiss her delectable lips. These past few hours have only confirmed what I already know. Delphine is my life. She's more important to me than anything else. Even my kutte and my position as Vice President pale in importance next to her. Finding the club saved my life. Discovering Delphine made my life worth living.

Pinning her with my body, I love how she squirms under me as she tries to get closer. I deepen the kiss so my tongue can explore every crevice. The taste of her has embedded itself in my soul, and I know no other woman will ever taste as sweet. My lips travel down to her sweet core. The scent of her evokes a primal need. Pushing her thighs open, I dip my head down and lick her from stem to stern. Delphine's soft cries of pleasure are my favorite song. My tongue circles her clit before I suck on it like my favorite piece of candy. She's trashing under my administrations, but I switch to licking off the cream that's coating her pussy lips.

"Dixie," Delphine growls, but I just chuckle at her sexual frustration. My goal is to control her arousal through ebbs and flows. I want her release to be epic. Blowing on her clit sends a spasm through her body, making her mumblings incoherent. I'm the maestro, and Delphine's luscious body is my instrument. Sliding my fingers into her channel, I brush over her favorite spot. The light touch has her hips bucking and moving as she chases the soft promise of release. I repeat the motion until she whimpers. Using my thumb, I press down on her clit while applying pressure to her G-spot. I keep my eyes on her face and watch as her orgasm flashes. The pleasure on her face makes my chest expand with pride. I did that for her. My Delphine.

She pulls me out of my thoughts by tugging on my beard and drawing me toward her. Crawling up her body, I stop to nuzzle her neck before kissing my way over to her lips. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I swear my cock grows another inch. Tilting her head, she offers me her neck as she whispers into my ear. "Fill me up, Dixie," she whispers. "I want that fat cock inside me now."

"As you wish, my love," I tell her, shifting until I'm aligned with her slit. I stare into her eyes as I slide inside her inch-by-inch. Losing myself completely in the sensation of her drawing me in. The clubhouse could explode around us and I'd never know. She's the only thing that exists at this moment. The feel of her velvet heat welcoming me in. She uses her muscles to pull me inside as she wraps around me. We fit perfectly, as if made for one another, and the Irish poet in me can't help but rejoice in the truth of this feeling. She's my soulmate, my one. I don't say the words, but I use my eyes to let her see how deep my feelings for her flow. Her eyes widen in understanding.

When I bottom out, the desire I feel for her has my hips sliding back before slamming forward again. I set a brutal pace as my dick wants to be entering her and inside her at the same time. I can't decide which action feels the best, so I piston my hips as the tingle of my release builds into a crescendo. Delphine meets me thrust for thrust. The fluttering of her channel telling me she's close. Using my thumb, I rub circles around her clit as I order her to come. She bucks and screams my name as her soft center clamps down like a vise and wrings my orgasm from me.

"Fuck!" I scream, never taking my eyes off Delphine. Rolling off to the side, I pull her close. "Damn woman, what do you do to me?" We're both breathing hard as we come down from the ultimate high.

She kisses my chest and places a hand on my cheek. I kiss the tip of her thumb when she slides it over my bottom lip. Detaching myself long enough to lean over and grab her towel from the floor. After cleaning us both up, I help her slide under the covers and pull her into my arms again.

"I love you, Delphine," I say. When she stiffens, I place a finger over her mouth to stop her from replying. "Quiet. I don't want you to answer me. I just wanted you to know."

She shakes her head as her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "You can't say that. You don't know everything."

"I know enough, baby. I know tomorrow you're going to tell everyone the secrets you've kept. You probably think that what you're going to tell us will change how we feel about you, but you're wrong. Your kids love you and no matter what you tell them, they'll still love you. The same goes for me. It's why I'm telling you this now. Before you bare your soul. This isn't a spur-of-the-moment thing. It isn't an impulse. I've loved you for some time now and the only reason I have said nothing before tonight is because I knew you weren't ready to hear it."

"You think I'm ready now?" she asks, and I hear the doubt in her voice.

"I do. But it's more than knowing you're ready. I think you need to know how I feel. So tomorrow you'll know I'm on your side no matter what happens. What you tell Hex and the girls will probably create waves. I know you wouldn't have kept your secrets this long if you didn't believe the truth would rock their foundation. They may be angry. They may lash out. Draw on my strength."

I feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. I don't try to stop them, even though I hate seeing her cry. She needs this release, just like she'll need my strength the following day. Instead, I hold her until the sound of her breathing evens out and I know she's finally asleep. A few minutes later, I follow her into slumber.