Chapter 25 #2
“Not that I mind, but you don’t usually care that much about the fate of my clothes. What gives with the patience for buttons and bows after eight weeks of abstinence?” she asked breathlessly.
After he tugged the last button through its hole, he lifted the dress off of her, tugging it gently when it caught in her long, curly tresses. “You looked beautiful tonight, Addison. I… fuck, how do I say this? Don’t want to ruin it this time.”
Her breath caught in her throat and tears sparkled in her eyes.
For the first time she gave real credence to the idea that maybe he could have a real relationship with her.
She reached up and tugged him down until his lips met hers.
She could tell he was trying to be gentle.
He barely allowed his hard body to touch hers and his muscles shook with the effort it took to restrain himself.
She wanted to beg him to take her hard and fast and then maybe later take his time if he wanted to, but he pushed her back onto her pillows and began slowly peeling her panties down her thighs.
He went slow at first, licking and biting his way up her thighs until he reached her core.
She was moaning and begging him to touch her before he’d even arrived at her pussy.
She knew exactly what this man was capable of and no matter how many times she tried to replicate those feelings over the past two months, nothing came even close to the magic Daniel could play out on her body.
He didn’t hold back for long. He began sucking and licking her in long, delicious swipes that nearly sent her into a delirious spiralling orgasm, except he was careful not to allow her that coveted release just yet.
He was gentle at first, but as he drove her closer and closer to that elusive peak, he became gradually more ferocious, licking and biting her roughly, drawing her labia into his mouth and forcing cries of supplication from her.
She writhed under him and alternated between widening her legs and trying to close them until he was forced to wedge his shoulders between her thighs and push her knees over his shoulders.
Completely exposed, she was at his mercy.
He used his fingers to add pressure within her passage. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “This might hurt.”
She was beyond caring. She shook her head against her pillow, hair spilling freely across her sheets and yelled her pleasure as he continued to torture her body with unbearable pleasure, sending shockwave after shockwave with each thrust of his fingers and every swipe of his tongue.
Just as she was about to fly into orgasm, he rocked back on his heels, unzipped his jeans and dragged her up into his lap.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” he growled, his voice tight.
He reached between them, took his big, hard cock and swiped it through her pussy.
Addison cried out and rocked her hips as pleasure crashed through her.
He began to enter her, slowly thrusting into the silken depths of her dripping pussy.
Addison clung to him, digging her nails into his T-shirt as pain and pleasure merged.
Wanting to feel his skin against hers, she frantically clawed at his shirt until, understanding, he peeled it over his head with one hand, while holding Addison up on his lap with his other arm around her waist.
“Feels so fucking good,” he snarled, dropping his head into her shoulder and biting.
Addison jumped and cried out as he thrust full length up into her pussy.
Pain flared through her and she held on tight, trying to adjust to his size once more.
This position wasn't the easiest for taking him, especially not after nearly two months apart.
He gave her a moment to adjust while he enjoyed the heated clasp of her vagina on his throbbing cock.
When she began wiggling on his lap, actively seeking pleasure once more, he took her by the waist and began pumping up into her body until she was moaning and yelling once more.
When he sensed she was close, he pushed her gently back over his arm and reached between them sliding his thumb over her clit.
She began orgasming so explosively that she would have fallen off his lap if he hadn’t anchored her to him.
The rhythmic spasm of her pussy surrounding his cock was too much for him to resist. He began pumping savagely up into her, driving her higher and higher until he exploded with her, sharing his orgasm with his woman.
They stayed locked together, Daniel holding Addison up on his lap while she collapsed against his chest, until he’d softened inside her body.
After another minute, he gently lifted her off him and laid her back on the bed.
He got up and walked away from her. Despite their evening of revelations, Addison couldn’t help the instant anxiety that flooded her.
Was he going to get dressed and leave her now, ruin everything they’d achieved?
He returned less than a minute later with a warm wash cloth and proceeded to clean the fluids from Addison’s thighs and pussy.
She tried to feel embarrassed, but she actually felt taken care of.
When he finished, he pulled the quilt up her bed and tucked it around her.
He returned the wash cloth to the bathroom and came back to bed where he pulled his jeans off and got into bed with her.
Addison rolled against him and held her breath as he pulled the covers over both of them.
“I’m not going to promise to stay,” he said quietly. “I spent years training myself to sleep in uncomfortable conditions for only a few hours at a time. Beds aren’t… comfortable for me.”
“But you’re going to try?” she whispered.
He nodded, holding her tighter against the hard muscles of his side. “I’m going to stay for a while. Watch over you.”
She yawned and smiled. “That’s creepily sweet.”
“Go to sleep, Addison.”
“So you can watch me?” she asked.
“Shut up, woman, before I put something in that mouth,” he warned.
She giggled. “I don't have time or energy for more of that tonight. I have a performance in just a few days and I have a feeling I got my music back. Maestro is going to be very happy when he finds out tomorrow.”
“You lost your music?” Daniel asked, gently brushing his hand soothingly through her hair.
“Mmm, when I lost you,” she murmured sleepily.
“It won’t happen again,” he said, hugging her tightly against his side.
“Do you promise?” she whispered, her voice drifting.
He didn’t say anything. She’d already fallen asleep.