Chapter 26 #2
But of course, when it came to my life, all good things must come to an end. She broke us apart, and I frowned. I wasn’t done kissing her. Far from it, actually.
“Will you lay down for me?” she asked. I’d do anything she wanted.
“On the couch?”
She shook her head and pointed to the floor. “Here.”
Oh. She wanted me to lie down, naked, on the floor, in front of the fireplace? If that wasn’t the most erotic thing I’d ever heard, I didn’t know what was.
I didn’t hesitate. With my eyes still on her, I lowered to my knees in front of her. She wanted her fun, but I also wanted mine. Looking up at her naked body was such a beautiful sight.
I kissed each of her thighs and reveled in her smile. I brought a hand up to rub her clit, causing her legs to shake slightly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
I rubbed her clit a few times before I replaced my fingers with my mouth, sucking once.
I looked up to see her head fly back and her fingers grip my hair.
I smiled and kissed her thigh three times, asking for consent to continue.
I grinned at her eager nod and went back to licking and sucking her clit.
My hands reached back to grab her ass and pull her closer to me.
I alternated between slow and gentle licks to hard sucking.
The more I alternated, the wetter she became and the more her legs became unsteady.
Eventually she had to hold on to the fireplace mantel to keep upright, and I was proud I could do that to her.
I looked up to see Daisy staring at me as her orgasm grew closer.
But that didn’t last long, because as soon as it hit, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her grip on my hair tightened.
It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to keep me in place where she needed me.
I licked and sucked her through the orgasm, drinking up every drop of cum she gave me, needing and wanting so much more.
She finally came down and I relented, giving her sensitive clit a soft kiss before I pulled back.
Immediately she dropped to her knees in front of me and kissed me. I groaned when she wrapped her hands around me as she tasted herself on my tongue.
She pushed me back until I was lying down and she was straddling me. “My turn.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I didn’t say anything more as she kissed me. That kiss trailed down to my throat and my collarbone and then landed on my nipple. I gasped and arched into her as her tongue circled around it, making my clit throb. She knew everything that set my body on fire.
She gave attention to the other nipple as she lightly scratched down my body. I shivered at the sensation, and that made her grin.
“Are you cold, doodle?”
I shook my head. “No. Not cold. Extremely turned on. Daisy, please.”
“You’re so cute when you beg. Lucky for you I’m in a very giving mood tonight.”
She gently rubbed my clit, and I shamelessly moved my hips to grind her hand. I was desperate for her.
I whined when she stopped, but it was short-lived when I felt her breath on my clit.
“Oh, God!” I moaned.
She must’ve seen me moan, because she was looking at me. “I wish I could hear the sounds you’re making, but I’ll just have to settle for how you feel when I make you come.”
Jesus Christ! Did she have any clue what she did to me? Especially when she said things like that?
When her mouth landed around my clit, I tossed my head back. I swore I was about to see stars when she rested two fingers at my entrance. Not going in but teasing around it. The sensation was like nothing I’d felt before, and I found myself arching into it, silently begging for her to fuck me.
She tapped my thigh three times, and I looked down at her, nodding furiously. I was more than okay as long as she didn’t stop touching me.
She smiled, and shortly after, I moaned again when those two fingers thrust inside me.
“Jesus!” The sensation was a lot, but it didn’t take me long to adjust, transforming discomfort into pleasure.
She slowly pumped in and out of me, curling her fingers in tandem with her tongue.
I squeezed my eyes closed as the orgasm neared until I was clenching around her fingers.
I instantly grabbed her wrist, about to stop her, but ended up helping her thrust deeper.
The orgasm was intense, but I didn’t want it to stop.
She didn’t stop, even as I was coming on her face. She reveled in it and cleaned up everything I gave her.
I tapped her wrist when I couldn’t take it anymore, and she slowly pulled out without another glance. She kissed my clit one last time, causing a jerk of my hips, before coming up to kiss me once more.
After the kiss, she helped me stand up on shaky legs. I walked us to the couch and pulled the blanket from the back to cover us with. She snuggled closer to me, and I kissed the top of her head. We didn’t talk; we didn’t need to. Words meant nothing when you had actions.
I sat there with her, listening to her breathing, intertwining our fingers together.
Those were my favorite moments with her.
The vulnerable ones. The ones after sex and sometimes just on a normal day without sex.
Being in each other’s arms. Touching in a nonsexual way.
Being together and letting my mind wander.
We’d been sitting there for a good while, and I was worried she’d fallen asleep. I nudged her shoulder, and she barely opened her eyes to glare at me. I laughed. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you tucked into your warm bed.”
“Only if you’re going with me.”
I kissed her softly and helped her stand. She stretched and yawned and it was too adorable. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” And that was the honest truth. The only place I wanted to be was in her arms, making her feel safe and loved.
She took my hand and led me to her room. We left the door cracked open behind us in case something happened in the middle of the night. Duke was still training, but I was confident he’d let us know if we were in danger.
We settled into our routine. Getting under the covers with her resting her head on my chest, me playing with her hair until she dozed off.
She finally fell asleep, but as always, my mind wouldn’t let me rest. I loved every moment I spent with Daisy. Every kiss she allowed. Every touch she gave permission for. But I was scared.
I was scared she’d wake up tomorrow and it would all be over. She’d tell me it was fun, but she thought it had run its course. Or she’d find someone she actually wanted to be with, and everything we’d shared would just be a memory.