The orgasm tore through her system with an intensity she forgot existed, not being at her own hands- her body shook, her vision went white for a blinding second, and she cried out loudly enough for the dog two doors down to start barking.
But, as she slowly came back down into herself, she realized Daniel wasn't letting up. He sucked her almost too-sensitive clit into his mouth for a long second before his tongue slid a slow path downward, without warning, thrusting inside her.
"Oh my God," she whimpered, drained, but a small spark of desire ignited again, making her breathing start to get fast and erratic, her hands digging into the skin on his shoulders.
It was a few impossibly short minutes later when he made an 'mmm' noise and another orgasm ripped through her, a slower, deeper sensation that had her back arching up off the mattress.
Daniel pulled away a moment later, biting up her inner thigh until his face rested low on her belly and looked up at her, eyes heated. "You know, for all your talk in that class, you are proving far too easy an..."
He lost the rest of his sentence when she hip-checked him and moved on top of him, quickly scurrying down his body so her crotch wasn't in his face, and pinning his hands over his head. "Pants," she demanded, her breasts pushing into his chest, a smile pulling at her lips.
"Sure thing baby," he said way too easily, so easily that she knew she was about to lose again. But he was too strong for her to hold him down when he fought his arms free, grabbed hers, and pinned them behind her back so that her breasts pushed out invitingly as her shoulders screamed at the awkward position. He took the opportunity and leaned forward to rub the scruff on his cheek over the sensitive point, making her sigh out a breath at the strange sensation. "But you take them off with your fucking teeth," he demanded as he pulled out from under her and moved to stand at the side of the bed, brow up, waiting for her to do as she was told.
To her, though, it wasn't a defeat.
She wanted nothing more than to get his pants off, to get to see him fully naked, to stroke and suck him, to feel him finally, finally slide inside her.
So she slid off the bed and got onto her knees in front of him, yet again thankful for her height as she leaned forward and snagged the front of his basketball pants and started pulling them downward, yanking the material outward so his cock had room to make its glorious appearance, giving her an eyeful of his perfect length, the wide girth, promising fulfillment. A tiny bead of precum glistened at the head and she couldn't wait to finish getting his pants down to be able to lick it off.
When the material slid to his feet, she leaned back up and did just that, letting the taste of his desire coat her tongue for a second before closing her mouth around the velvety head and sucking him deep, then angling her head up, opening her eyes, and looking at him.
"Fuck," he said, half-aroused, half-amused. "Okay, fuck it, you win," he said with a small smile as she made a humming noise and started sucking him hard and fast and unrelenting. His hand crushed into the back of her neck; his hard exhales and almost pained groans spurred her on, stoked her desire again.
His hands sifted into her hair and yanked back hard enough for her to wince, his cock sliding out of her mouth as her scalp stung. "On the bed, baby," he demanded.
Granted, she might have won and got to make the demands. But, well, what she wanted was to be on the bed. So she got onto her feet, sliding up slowly so that her breasts brushed over his abs and his chest before she moved away and climbed on the bed, wincing a little when she tried to scoot up and the bedsheets rubbed against her sore ass.
Daniel went to the nightstand, apparently knowing that she was the type of woman who always kept a 'just in case' stash of condoms, and pulling out one to slide on his length.
His eyes moved to her again, finding her watching him just as aptly, sitting up with her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them.
"You alright?" he asked, as if somehow picking up at the small twinge of uncertainty she felt in that moment, the quiet voice from earlier coming back, this time with a megaphone, telling her this was the point of no return. Things were going to change, ready or not.
"Yeah," she said, giving him a smile as she unfolded from herself, made the decision to not go backward, to not try to slip her mask back on. She had already given him so much. She had given him her trust when he was someone who deserved suspicion. She had given him her past when she wasn't sure there was a future with him. So, really, what was giving him her body? It was nothing.
His head tilted, watching her, not quite believing her for good reason, but he didn't seem willing to fight about it either.