Track Twenty
You walk in the house lifting Daniela, wrapping her legs around your hips.
She circled her arms around your neck for support.
Kissing all over your lips and neck as you walk toward the room.
You lay her down, kissing from her face down her body she you help her take her clothes off.
As you reach lower, you pull her underwear off.
"Jesus it's so pretty..." you say as you make contact with her pussy.
Parting the lips, you start with one finger teasing wanting to see if she would beg.
"Please. Fuck-touch me. You've kept me waiting all day, so please.
'' she whines. A small smile spread across your lips, " I know baby .
Tell me what you want." " I want your fingers. Fuck i need your fingers in me please."
You finally raised two fingers to her clit, rubbing it in circles.
Finally easing two fingers inside her, she moans.
"Fuck, thank you" she breathes. Pumping two fingers slowly and at a steady pace, you wanted to fuck her brains out but you wanted to wait it out a little.
Curling your fingers perfectly hitting a spot, she gasped.
"Please, faster.Please." You finally listen picking up the pace, pounding your fingers roughly, the sound of how wet she is filling the room.
Pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips you groan, when she grips your hair between her fingers and pulls, opening her legs wider.
You realized you couldn't wait anymore, you gotta feel her around you.
Pulling away, she whines but realizes what you're about to do.
You pull your pants down gripping yourself groaning, you were extremely hard it was hurting to not do anything.
"Fuck...you're so wet. Look how you got me feeling right now'' you say.
She grabs you by your shirt, ripping it off of you and wrapping her hand around your dick pulling you towards her entrance.
You stop her, "Wait wait, what about a condom?
" you question. "Fuck the condom, just pull out.
I need to feel you this time." she states.
You hesitate for a second, pull out game is very strong but you didn't wanna risk anything.
Pulling you out your thoughts, she grabs your jaw, "I promise it's fine, I trust you and to make you feel better I'm on birth control don't worry. "
That gives you the okay. You rub your tip back in forth between her clit and her lips, just coating your self with how wet she was.
Slowly pushing in, Daniela groaned at the stretch, digging her nails into your shoulders.
You softly brush your thumbs along her stomach trying to find a way to calm her down.
"Relax baby, I got you I promise."Your lips press against her neck, "You want me to make you feel good?
" your fingers dipping between you both to rub her clit.
She nodded, begging "Please? I need you to fuck me.
Hard. Please ." You thrust hard, both groaning at the feeling of you bottoming out.
The bed creaks under you both, wet sounds and her cries filling the room as her nails dig into your back now, with her head falling back.
Wrapping your lips on her nipple, she lets out a sharp breath clenching around you even more.
"Fuck look at my pretty girl taking me so well.
" you moan. Giving you an idea, you pull out slowly.
"No No fuck what are you doing" she pleads.
"Come on get up," you pick her up flipping her on her stomach towards the mirror.
You position yourself behind her, "Look at how beautiful you are while I fuck you" you say as you thrust in hard.
"Be a good girl and keep your eyes on how you look throwing it back on me.
" "Shit, you feel so good. I promise I'll be good for you just don't stop.
" she begs while matching your strokes. Her ass looked so good as she threw it back onto to you, causing you to grab it squeezing it.
You hit a spot, making her scream, arching into the bed.
"Fuck pretty girl whose pussy is it?" you ask slowing down.
"It's yours, shit." "Who's is it baby" "Fuck it yours daddy. Only Yours." she whimpers.
You twitch, the new name turning you on even more, thrusting harder, strokes getting more sloppy.
"Cum for me pretty girl, I'm right behind you.
" You push flush against her back breathing into her neck.
"Fuck...I'm cumming" she exhales, voice wrecked.
Clenching around you on purpose, causing a groan low in your throat.
"Don't pull out, cum in me please." You couldn't even think, you finish in her, her finishing with you as well.
You try to level yours and her breathing, grabbing her hand interlocking it with yours.
You finally come to your senses, turning her around slowly to her back, leaving kisses on lips over and over again to not only calm yourself down but her as well.
"You okay?" you ask nervous as fuck coming to the realization that you came in her.
"Yeah I'm good. Don't worry. It's gonna be fine I promise.
" she responds. You take that, and feel better.
Going in the bathroom to get a rag to clean her up.
"Come on let's get you cleaned up", as you pick her to run her a bath.
The house is quiet. After you both got cleaned up, Daniela looked around your room once again spotting something. She's now sitting on your bed flipping through one of your old notebooks. You're sitting against your desk watching her instead of stopping her.
"You wrote a lot about leaving," she says.
"Yeah." "Even when you were young." You shrug.
"I didn't like feeling small." She nods slowly.
Then she looks at you in a way that makes you uncomfortable not because it's harsh.
Because it's accurate. "You still don't." You don't answer right away.
She closes the notebook and sets it down beside her. "Today was nice," she says softly.
"It was." "I liked seeing where you came from." You smile faintly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. It makes you make sense." That could've been sweet. But something about it lingers. "Makes me make sense how?" you ask. She hesitates. "You learned early how to leave before someone else does." It's not accusatory. That almost makes it worse.
You sit on the edge of the bed, not touching her yet. "I didn't leave you." "I know."
"Then why does it feel like you're preparing for it?" There it is. Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just honest.You look at her. Really look at her. She's not mad but she's scared...
And she's trying not to show it. "I'm not preparing," you say carefully.
"You always keep one foot slightly ahead the other," she replies.
You exhale through your nose. "That's just how I am Daniela.
" "That's what worries me." Silence stretches.
She shifts closer, but there's a fraction of hesitation now.
A millisecond where she's not sure if she should.
You notice. And that's what makes you reach for her. Your hand slides into her hair gently, pulling her closer. "I came to New York," you murmur. "I know." "I showed up."
"I know."
"Then why does it feel like I'm still being tested?
" Her eyes close. "Because showing up once isn't the same as staying.
" That lands. You pull back slightly. "So what, I'm on probation?
" "No," she says quickly. "I just... I don't want to feel stupid again.
" That word hits hard. "Stupid how?" "For thinking it was deeper than it was. " You stare at her.
"You think I came here for something shallow or something i don't know fake?"
"No," she whispers. "I think you came here because you care. I just don't know if you know what to do with that yet." There's tension now.
Not explosive or anything, just somewhat suffocating, tight.
Your jaw tightens slightly. Not angry. Defensive. "You think I don't know how to handle you?" "I think you don't know how to handle needing someone." The room feels smaller.
You look away first. You didn't mind being put not the spot but the words and everything she said made you think. Really think. But now how do you deal with it? Your silence goes on for a while. And that? That doesn't go unnoticed.
She softens immediately. "I'm not attacking you," she says gently. "I know." "But you scare me a little." That surprises you. "Me? I scare you?" "Yes." "How?"
"When you go quiet, it feels final. Like you're already halfway gone." You swallow.
"I don't go quiet because I'm leaving or gone already," you say. "I go quiet because I'm thinking." "About leaving?" "No it's not always about me leaving it's about...whether I'm enough." That one slips out before you can stop it. Her expression changes instantly.
"You don't get to think that," she says softly.
You let out a small, humorless laugh. "I don't get to?
" "No. Not after everything you've built.
Not after you showed up." You shake your head.
"Showing up doesn't erase the way I shut down.
" She looks at you carefully. "Are you going to do it again?
" That question sits heavy. You don't answer right away.
You don't wanna say no but you dont wanna say yes either.
Cause even you don't know, no matter how much you may try not to, you know how your head works. And that silence, that pause?
It hurts her more than if you'd said yes. You see it. So you pull her into you. Not aggressive. Just firm. Like you're trying to anchor both of you. "I don't want to," you say honestly.
"That's not the same as you won't." She's right.
And that's the tension. You rest your chin on her head.
"I don't know how to promise perfectly," you admit.
"I can only promise I'll try." She nods slowly against your chest. "Trying is fine," she says.
"Just don't disappear without warning." You tilt her face up.
"I won't disappear," you say. But this time?
It doesn't sound absolute. It sounds like hope. And she hears the difference.
She kisses you. Slow. Soft. But there's something searching in it now.
Like she's memorizing you, just in case. Your hands slide to her waist. Hers curl into your shirt. It's tender. But underneath it? Uncertainty. Not because you don't care.
Because you care enough to be scared. When you finally lie down, she rests her head on your chest again.
But she's awake longer than she lets on.
And so are you. Neither of you say it. But you're both wondering the same thing: Is this the start of something steady?
Or the calm before one of you panics again?