Dark Secrets(49)

So he planted his knees at the edge of the bed and moved up, going over her body, and sitting down beside her against the headboard. His head turned toward her and he repeated the motion from earlier; he patted his lap.

Faith smiled at that, going up and moving over him, sitting back slightly off of him, his cock pressing against her cleft.

"You won," he told her. "So you get control. This time," he specified and she thrilled slightly at the promise of a time when she was at his mercy fully. He reached between them and grabbed his cock at the base, holding it for her to lift up and lower herself down on. Her hand planted on his shoulder, her thumb touching the gunshot scar, as she lifted up and felt the head press against then slide past the threshold. Her lips parted on a small sigh as she kept lowering, kept taking him deeper, until he was buried to the hilt, his thick hardness filling her perfectly.

"Ride me," he demanded a moment later and she was surprised to find she had just been sitting there staring in his eyes- a form of intense intimacy she generally didn't indulge in during sex. His hand moved out and snagged the back of her neck, pulling her closer and claiming her lips- softer than ever before, borderline gentle. She melted into the sensation as her hips lifted and lowered again, moaning quietly against his mouth.



       
         
       
        

It wasn't long before the clawing need was overtaking her again, making her wild, frenzied to get relief. Her hips moved harder, faster, her body slamming down onto his in a way that was almost violent as she arched backward, let the feelings cascade over and through her until she felt the tightening of her sex.

Feeling it as well, he snagged her chin between his fingers and forced her head down. "I want to watch when you come," he told her. And the words somehow pushed her over the cliff she had been teetering on. Her body spasmed hard once, collapsing forward onto him, turning her face into his neck to cry out her release into the skin there to muffle it.

His hands on her ass tightened as her orgasm started to subside, pulling her up a couple inches by it and thrusting upward into her. It was a long minute of being completely spaced out from her orgasm to realize he wasn't fucking her to find his release, but to get another out of her.

"Daniel, I can't..." she whimpered as his hand moved between them and his thumb started working her clit.

"Be a good girl and give me one more," he said, his voice rough, barely holding onto control. "There you go," he praised as her breathing got heavy again, as her nails dug into his arm and shoulder, as he got her upward fast. "Come on, come with me," he demanded, quickening his thrusts as well as his stroking of her clit.

Then, incredibly, she came with him.

She was half-asleep barely a couple minutes later- her entire body seemingly suddenly boneless, when Daniel chuckled slightly under her weight. "Come-drunk, huh?" he asked, sounding pleased with himself.

And, well, she couldn't fault him for that. He earned bragging rights. Hell, he earned the right to put that shit on a billboard in Times Square.

Yeah, it was that good.

She made some sort of unintelligible mumble that had him chuckling again as his arm tightened around her. "Sorry to break it to you baby, but you need to move."

"Nope," she said, drowsily. "Never moving again," she added. "I suddenly find myself without bones."

Again, his chest rumbled. "Well, I have to deal with this condom, so you, my boneless little jellyfish, need to let me up," he told her, rolling her off to the side and smiling at her when she didn't even bother to move to cover up as he got up and moved across her apartment.

He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and reappeared still gloriously naked. He stopped inside the kitchen, looking over at the counter. "Nice fish."

"Rhoda," Faith told him, not so much as moving her head to look at him.

But even without looking, she could hear the humor in his voice when he asked, "As in Morgenstern?" But then he went on without waiting for her reply. "You would," he said with a smile as he climbed on the bed with her. 

"She was a strong, no-nonsense female character," Faith insisted.

"And your fish has a similar set of characteristics."

"Hey, he don't need no man. You know, because two male betta fish fight."

"You named your male fish Rhoda?"

"How was I supposed to know she was a he?"

"Wouldn't the pet store tell you when you buy one?"

"Maybe they would have, but I didn't buy it for myself."