Danny looked down at his poor penis trapped in the rubber with a bubble of air caught at the top and burst out laughing. “I think you put it on upside down.”
The uncontrollable giggles came out so hard that she fell back against bed.
“Stop laughing,” Max said, amusement in his voice as well. “Give me another one.”
She handed him another condom, then placed her hands on her stomach because it was beginning to hurt from the laughter.
Her backside received a light slap. “Stop laughing!”
Another stinging sound as the first condom was removed. Putting on the second one was much quicker and evidently much less painful. “There!” He pushed her back against the bed and rolled on top of her. “You don’t do much for a man’s ego.”
“You’re cute,” she said, brushing his hair back as her giggles subsided.
He smiled but his eyes were serious. “Only if you’re sure, Danny.”
“I’m sure.” She slid her hand between their bodies and guided him to her entrance.
His body stiffened, seemingly more nervous than she was. He began to move, pushing slowly into her. The sensation was indescribable, her body welcoming this new visitor. She took deep, steady breaths to slow her heart rate as he withdrew and pushed in again, trying to go a little deeper this time. But then he encountered resistance. His tip hit against it and pain shot up her body. She shifted her hips to ease the discomfort but as he tapped again and again, the pain became more searing.
“Max, stop.” Her face felt hot, her pelvis throbbing. “It’s like…going swimming. You can’t get into the pool little by little. You just gotta jump right in.”
Wariness wrinkled his forehead when he realized what she was suggesting. “Danny, I could hurt you.”
“It’s hurting now.”
“Okay.” He grabbed her hand and interlinked his fingers with hers. “Hurt me back if you have to.”
She braced herself as he withdrew and plunged into her, once, twice, until she felt it give way. Squeezing his fingers tight, she bit into his shoulder, trying to transfer at least some of the pain. He stopped when he was fully inside her, both of them breathless.
“You okay?” he whispered raggedly.
She managed a nod, almost huffing as her body tried to adjust to the thickness inside her. More than a minute ticked by before the ache began to ebb. “It’s a bit better now.”
He nodded and waited a while before he began to move. The first thrust was uncomfortable, the second was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but by the third she was gripping his fingers for a different reason. Her body loosened, allowing her to feel the ecstasy of him sliding in and out of her. He kept his slow pace but his breathing quickened and then his tongue was in her mouth, kissing her like only he knew how.
He groaned against her lips. “You feel so good,” he murmured.
Every part of her pelvis felt tender. The fleeting jolts of pain stopped it from being a completely enjoyable experience yet the very thought of him being inside her was what brought the waves of pleasure. Looking down at where their bodies joined, the erotic way he moved in and out, exhilarated her. His thrusts were deep, but at the same time, slow and careful. She could sense his restraint. He was trying not to hurt her. Slow and deep and deep and slow, he rocked above her, his breathing becoming more and more irregular.
“Danny…I can’t…” One more thrust. One more heavy groan and it was over. He dropped his head beside hers, his gasps warm against her skin. Lifting himself up again, he looked at her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know you didn’t…It just…it felt so good and I couldn’t…I’m sorry. I’m really bad at this.”
“Hey.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. “We have more than that. This was more than that…so much more. We’re still learning and we’ll get better, but this wasn’t about sex or orgasms. I gave you me and you gave me you and that’s all that matters. And just for the record,” she whispered, lifting her head to brush her lips against his. “That was incredible…better than I could have ever imagined.”
A slight smile curved on his lips, causing his dimple to twitch. “You’ve always had a way of making me feel better about my shortcomings.” He paused for a second and his smile widened. “Pardon the pun.”
She giggled then, too.
“You’ve always made me feel like being me is more than enough. You’re amazing, Danny…my best friend and I…I…I really…”
He couldn’t say it, not yet anyway, but she knew what the last two words of that sentence was. Maybe he wasn’t ready or maybe he wasn’t sure yet about how he felt about her. She was sure but she wouldn’t tell him either. She had initiated everything so far and sometimes it felt like she had forced the relationship to this point. She didn’t want to be first to drop the word love, too. For those three precious words, she was going to wait. Wait until he was ready. Wait until he was sure. Because those words, that feeling shouldn’t ever be forced.
August
“Woman, you are going to get me fired!”
Max’s hands were fast but hers were faster. She was undressing him quicker than he could redress. She unbuttoned his light blue shirt, her body slipping lower as she undid the ones at the bottom. His hands followed the same path to button it up again.
“Just a quickie,” she pleaded as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
The raw hunger in her voice sent a burning urge to the lower half of his body. “Stop talking, Danny.”
All he wanted to do was get to work on time. Just one morning. If he managed to get to the front door, he could still make it. Being punctual was something that had not happened in over two weeks. He could actually pin point his tardiness to the very day he had started sharing a bed with Danny. He had thought that she was insatiable before but she had become a nymphomaniac since they first made love.
The first few times were awkward and still a bit painful for her, but it got better and better every time. Learning to control himself was also getting easier. Easier was maybe the wrong word. It wasn’t easy to control himself when an irresistibly sexy woman slid down hot and tight on top of him. But he could restrain himself for longer. He had certainly had a lot of practice in a short space of time because Danny was unstoppable now.
He grabbed his tie from the dresser, lifting his collar before he pulled it around his neck. His hands tried to pull together a decent knot in his tie while her hands unbuckled his belt, the same belt he had just buckled. He sighed. His every effort to get dressed was being reversed. It was almost frustrating, almost disappointing, but he felt neither of those emotions when he heard his zipper slide down.
“I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” she said seductively.
He looked down at her with his tip barely an inch from her luscious mouth.
“You’re a sex-crazed maniac!” he shouted.
She smiled and her tongue darted out to taste him.
“Aaah…Danny…please…please…”
“I’m not sure what you’re begging me for, Max.” There was that fake innocent tone again. He loved it. He hated it. “Is this what you’re begging me for?”
She pulled Penis into her mouth and he knees almost buckled. Resistance at this point was futile. He grabbed her hands, lifted her up, and slammed his mouth against hers. She undid the little progress he had made with his tie and pulled it off. Her hands unbuttoned the shirt he had just re-buttoned before moving into the hair he had just combed. He didn’t care anymore. He just kissed her. It was hard, lacking any kind of tenderness, filled with molten heat that could only be the product of two fire signs colliding.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered roughly.
“Yes.”
She smiled that devil smile and he wanted to punish her for being so evil. He threw her up against the wall and lifted her legs around his waist. Access was easy enough. All she wore was a tiny nighty with nothing underneath. He pushed his trousers off his waist and entered her, quick and solid. They had given up condoms a few days ago and the feeling of her wet folds on his bare skin was a shockwave of indescribable pleasure. He began to thrust, so deep she gasped, her soft thighs tightening around him.
“Do you like what you turn me in to, Danny?”
She smiled again. “Oh, God…yes!”
He bit her lip, plunging harder and faster. She dug her nails into his back.
“Harder,” she whispered urgently. “I’m coming.”
He never got tired of hearing those words. That mixed with the feeling of her walls clenching around him, brought on his own release.
A nerd and a virgin. Who would have thought?
He waited for his breathing to slow before he withdrew from her and set her down on the floor. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and shook his head. His shirt and trousers were wrinkled now. His hair was pointing in all directions. He had to start all over again. Every morning. It was the same thing every fucking morning. He sighed, knowing he was going to be late…again.
“Just one morning,” he said as she sighed with satisfaction and threw herself on the bed. “Can we just behave like a normal couple for one morning?” He walked to his cupboard and pulled out a different shirt and trousers. “You could walk me to the front door, hand me my bag and kiss me goodbye. That’s what normal couples do.”