Somehow, even with the turmoil in my heart, and tough decisions hanging over my head, knowing what I do to him, physically, gives me a sense of power. Pressing against him, I run my hand up his shirt and around his neck. My fingers push through the hair at his nape.
Maybe I can just let this play out? See where it goes? Perhaps Danny will stick around.
Or maybe I just want to feel him inside me again. Let him take me to that place where I can fully let go and lose myself in him. Is it possible for me to enjoy this relationship while it lasts, even knowing it probably won’t be long-term?
Danny brushes his mouth across mine. His tongue runs along my bottom lip. I open to him. He backs us around to the sofa again as his hand smoothes up my spine. We fall together onto the tweed fabric.
He lays over me as his hand slips under the hem of my dress, over my knee, and up my thigh. His lips finds mine, exploring, probing, nipping as though he’s never going to get to kiss me again—like he’s desperate.
He moves to my neck, his fingers inching closer to my throbbing center. I lick my lips and suck in a deep breath. Do I let this go on?
What will it mean to us?
Does it change anything for me?
For him?
Somewhere, deep inside, I want it to. Even if just for the time I have now, this moment of bliss before my world changes forever.
I let my palms glide over his muscles, until I find the bottom of his shirt. I tug on it.
He pulls back, his glass-green eyes glinting with—hope? Anticipation?
Then he yanks his shirt over his head. He dives back to me, taking my bottom lip between his as he starts again, kissing, stroking—loving me into oblivion.
When he moves lower, sliding my straps over my shoulders, he whispers, “This is okay?”
I close my eyes. A knot of fear sinks into my soul, but is enveloped in a shroud of my own hope, covering it long enough for me to give in to my desire.
I nod.
Danny lets out a breath as though he’s been holding it, waiting for my answer. “I love you, Sweets.”
He finds my folds. His touch feathers them until I open my legs wider. Whiskers skim the tops of my breasts as he uses his chin to push the top of my dress down. He slips the tips of his fingers between my pussy lips. Warmth flows to my entrance.
His mouth finds my nipple, and he sucks. The pull reaches all the way to my center, releasing another wave of wetness. He laves attention on my breasts, and then moves further south.
When he gets to my belly, he kisses it gently just under my navel. He lays his cheek there for a moment, murmuring something I can’t quite hear.
He continues toward my pussy, his fingers already sliding through the moisture there, building pressure, tightening the coil deep inside. He presses my clit, pushing it in small circles. My breath hitches and I tilt my hips toward him.
Lifting my skirt, he ducks under it, his palms on my thighs as he spreads them. His thumbs dip into my opening, one at a time. Then his hot breath warms my folds just before his hotter tongue tickles my nub. His taste buds create just the right amount of friction to cause my hips to buck out of control.
I grab the edges of my skirt as my heart rate goes up, making the pulse beneath his mouth increase. When he licks from the tight little hole below my slit to my clit, tingles flow in all directions. I moan.
He answers with a groan and dips two fingers deep inside, hitting that spot that makes me pump against his hand. He sucks my bud and slides one finger from my entrance down to that tight place, pushing against it until I pull my leg up, opening to him as much as I can.
Danny lets out a low growl and grabs my ass cheeks, tilting me up. He kisses that puckered spot, sliding his tongue against it and then back up my slit. He moves so his fingers still hold me up, but his thumbs each find a hole. One slides into my opening, as he suckles my clit. Then the pressure at that smaller place, that tighter place, increases until he breaches.
I clench tight around him. So full, so… oh my god. And he moves, gently. Sliding into both places with his thumbs, while he makes love to my clit with his mouth. Sucking, flicking, licking. All the while, my body coils tighter, getting wetter.
I grab the arm of the sofa above my head as the tingles from that puckered place spread through me, and every muscle in my lower body tightens around Danny. I pulse and throb as wave after wave of my orgasm washes over me.
He pulls away and kisses each of my ass cheeks. Then he breathes over my folds and lays a soft kiss on my pussy, before licking up the center between my labia. “You taste incredible, Sweets. Fucking amazing.”
My chest still heaves as he stands and unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor. His cock reaches out to me. I take hold, letting my hand slide to the base, so smooth and hard.