Chapter 31
With a flick of a switch, warm, inviting light fills the room, illuminating every corner of my temporary home. The click of the door latching behind me reverberates through the silence, intensifying my unease.
Daniel has been in my room before, caring for me when I was a sloppy drunk… but this is different.
Mostly because sex is on the table.
And I’m coherent.
“Um, do you want a drink?” I ask, my back still to him. “There’s beer and soda in the minibar’s refrigerator.”
“No. I’m good.”
“Hungry?” I turn to him. “There’s potato chips. Oh, and some cookies.”
He shakes his head with a subtle expression of amusement as he walks toward me and stops inches from me. “Are you okay?”
“I, um,” I stammer, my gaze shifting nervously between the floor and him. My cheeks turn crimson as I exhale a deep sigh. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
He takes my hand, guides me to the edge of the bed, and sits beside me. “If you don’t want to…”
“I want to,” I interrupt him abruptly. “I’m…” I sigh, my voice trailing off.
As he narrows his eyes, a mischievous smirk plays across his face. “Worried about the cobwebs down there?” he asks in a playful tone, adding a touch of levity.
“I do not have cobwebs,” I say with mock-indignantly.
With a playful tilt of his head, he teases, “You might.”
“You’re an idiot.” I laugh, playfully smacking the side of his arm. In one swift motion, he seizes my hand mid-smack and tugs me down onto the bed, our bodies now parallel, eyes locked in an intimate gaze.
Our laughter fills the air as we gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. My nerves are still lingering, but they haven’t stopped me from wanting this.
“I’m not worried about any cobwebs,” he says. “But if you’ve changed your mind, we’ll wait.” He grabs my waist, pulls me toward him, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“What if we’re not good together?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
There. I said it. The terrible thought I’d never allow myself to think. The thing that’s held me back and crushed my confidence.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe that’s why my last partner stepped out.
“That may be true. We might not be good,” he concedes, looking toward the ceiling, before shifting his gaze back at me with an arched brow. “We might be great. Then you’ll never get rid of me.”
I place my hand over my heart. “The horror.”
“So?” His finger grazes my bottom lip. “Do you want to make-out?”
“Make-out?” I ask, unable to hide my amusement.
“Yeah, make-out.”
“Like teenagers?”
“Like horny teenagers.”
I know what he’s doing. He’s intentionally taking things slow for me.
“Are you going to try to feel me up?” I ask sarcastically.
A warm smile spreads across his face, his finger slowly gliding across my jawline, back and forth. “Probably.”
“Oh. Okay.” I return his smile. “Then, yeah. I want to make-out.”
He rolls on top of me, resting his weight on his forearms. He gazes down at me with desire in his eyes. I feel wanted, so wanted.
Swooping down, his lips brush against mine, surprisingly gentle, but he doesn’t kiss me yet.
He nuzzles my neck, his soft kisses trailing down my neck and around my shoulder. The rough stubble on his face brushing against my skin is so damn sexy. He delicately traces my collarbone with the tip of his tongue, then presses a kiss on the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat.
“Mmm,” I moan, tilting my head back, savoring this sensual moment. My hips move, pushing up to connect closer to him. The weight of his body on mine is magnificent. Absolutely magnificent.
Tracing a path along the other side of my neck, his lips leave a trail of tender kisses, his touch as soft as a whisper, building anticipation, until he finally captures my mouth in a lingering, mesmerizing kiss.
Can you re-pop your cherry? There should be a do-over if the first time was meh. I think it’s okay to lie about your memories, even if you’re lying to yourself. I’m pretty certain that what’s happening right now is what I’ll referred to as my first everything.
Intensely, he ravishes my mouth with long, sweeping, delicious strokes of his tongue. My God, this man can kiss. Before I can catch my breath, he kisses me again. And again, and again.
Wet.
Hot.
Tongue.
I arch my back, raising myself up to meet his kiss, then hook a leg around him and pull him closer to me, if that’s even possible. His groin presses against my body and he’s rock hard.
A delectable feeling of satisfaction washes over me, knowing I did that. I’m responsible for that hard-on. His body wants mine.
He leans to his side, his weight on one arm while his free hand runs up and down my side, around the curve of my hips and resting back on my waist.
“How we doing?” he murmurs.
“We’re doing good,” I whisper back.
“Fuck, Tess. We can do much better than good.”
My senses spin, and everything below my waist tingles. That f-bomb coming out of his mouth is hot as hell. I’m feeling a déjà vu moment, but I’m not sure why.
Slowly, he slips his hand under my shirt, and stops short of my breast. I know he’s giving me a chance to stop him… which I have absolutely no intention of doing. After a pause, he gets the message and continues his journey, cupping my breast over my bra, his thumb brushing back and forth against my hardened nipple.
A soft moan escapes my lips. Instinctively, my back arches up toward him again, wanting more, needing more, delighting in his touch, and frustrated by the lace barrier.
I want skin. Naked on naked skin.
With a swift motion, he removes his hand from under my shirt and redirects it up my skirt, causing the fabric to bunch up along the way. My breath catches in my throat as his fingertips gently graze the tender flesh of my inner thigh. Using his index finger, he applies light pressure against the crotch of my panties. I wriggle in bliss. His touch is like a drug, his scent addictive.
“Mmm, you’re wet,” he whispers in my ear, the vibration of his voice driving me wild. “I like that.”
That’s an understatement. I’m drenched. Almost to the point of embarrassingly so.
“I thought making-out was just kissing,” I tease, still squirming beside him.
“Do you want me to stop touching you?” he asks, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper.
“Only if you want to die.”
He chuckles and kisses me again. “I want to see you. All of you.”
That works for me because I want to be seen. I want his eyes caressing every curve of my nakedness. The thought of his hands roaming over my body, discovering every bare inch of me, his mouth on intimate places, makes me shudder.
This feels right. Me. Him.
Us.
Tonight, I’m surrendering… my mind, my body. Indulge in pleasures I know I deserve. Finally, I’m the liberated, wicked, and sensual woman who’s ready to break free of all the shit that crushed my heart and held me back.
“No one’s stopping you,” I whisper. “Come and take me.”
He sits up and pulls me along with him until I’m sitting upright, too. Gently, he grabs the hem of my shirt and begins to pull it up.
“Wait.” I place my hand on his and hold it in place. “I changed my mind.”
He stops, pulling his hand away immediately. “What’s wrong?”
My cheeks tingle as a warm flush slowly spreads across them. “I want to undress while you watch.”
“You want to strip for me?”
With a bashful grin, I shrug my shoulders. “I’ve always had this fantasy about doing that.”
“You’ve never stripped for anyone before?”
Slowly, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and shake my head.
“Fuck, yeah.” He licks his lips, his eyes burning with desire. “Strip away.”
Tingles. Naughty, wicked tingles.
“Can you say that again?” I ask.
“Strip away?”
“No. The other thing.”
“Fuck, yeah?”
“Mmm. I don’t know why, but that’s kinda hot.”
“Good to know.” He nods, his gaze carries a playful twinkle, as if he’s privy to an inside joke that only he’s in on. “Now, get the fuck up and get naked.”
With a surge of excitement, I jump up from the bed, my heart racing as I gather the courage to bare it all—from my tits to the rest of my bits.
Daniel situates himself at the end of the bed, which can’t be easy with the raging hard-on trying to bust out of his pants. I take pride in knowing I earned that erection.
“Take off your top,” he murmurs seductively.
Leisurely, I pull the bottom of my shirt over my head, feeling the fabric slide against my skin before tossing it to the floor. I stand before him in a delicate black lace bra. My cleavage looks amazing with this plunge neckline. I glance down to the floor, a blush slowly spreading across my face, before lifting my gaze back up to the man captivated by me.
Daniel blows out a long breath and licks his lips again. “Keep going.”
Slipping my skirt over my hips, I shimmy it past my legs, step out of it and kick it to the side. I stand in front of him, my black lace bra and panties leaving little to the imagination. I know he can see through most of it. I know he’s looking.
And I love it.
“Your bra and panties match. You sexy little temptress. You planned to seduce me, didn’t you?” he mutters darkly.
“Is it working?” I ask.
He nods with a seductive smile as he readjusts himself on the bed. He twirls his index finger in a circle. “Turn around.”
A surge of adrenaline intensifies. Being the object of pure, unapologetic lust is a crazy rush. The carnal, dirty desires that are directed towards me as a sexual being are incredibly empowering. I’m taking off more than my clothes. I’m stripping away the doubts about myself that held me hostage.
With a deliberate slowness, I turn, allowing him to soak me in. I’m so aroused, he could ask me to do anything, and I’d do it.
“You’ve got a great fucking ass.”
I know I do. I spent eight long months, four times a week, on the Stairmaster at the gym, getting ready for a wedding. My glutes are phenomenal.
“Mmm,” I moan like he’s whispering the most romantic French poetry in my ear every time he curses.
He stands from the bed, taking a step toward me until we’re nearly touching. “You’re perfect, Tess.” He lifts his hand and cups the side of my breast, his gaze meeting mine. “So damn perfect.”
His fingers slide down the curve of my breast, tracing a path to my waist. I flinch a little as it tickles me. He slides his hand across my stomach, his fingertips barely grazing the elastic of my panties. “Take off the rest.”
I slide my bra straps down, followed by undoing the hooks in the back. With my hands, I hold my bra against my breasts, feeling the lace fabric against my skin. I take a deep breath, savoring the moment, before finally dropping it to the floor.
“Keep going,” he urges, his lustful gaze intensifying.
Turning my back to him, I sense his gaze still lingering on me. With my fingers hooked in the elastic of my panties, I gently slide it down my legs, bending over to reveal my backside as I step out of my panties. I pause a little to give him a chance to admire my ass.
Again, because it’s fabulous.
I turn around and face him. All of me, naked, for his eyes only.
“You like?” I ask, grateful that I took the time to tame Sasquatch before our date.
“You have the hottest fucking body on the face of the earth. It’s taking all my self-control not to take you right now and fuck you senseless.”
In some weird way, that might be the sweetest thing ever said to me. So much so, I’d like to thank him properly, with a hug or a thank you blow job. In fact, there’s probably five women in the entire world who are desperate for a dick in their mouth at this exact moment… and right now, I’m all five of them.
“Your turn,” I tell him. “Take it off.”
Slowly, one by one, he unbuttons his shirt. Sliding the shirt off his shoulders, he lets it fall to the floor.
I’ve seen Daniel without a shirt many times, but, oh baby, watching his muscular chest unveil itself to me right now has got to be a top five moment in my sexual history. I’ve admired him from a far, and close up, but now that we’re near a bed where sheets are sure to be twisted and body parts about to become intimately acquainted, it brings my admiration to a whole new level.
That hard body is mine tonight.
I take a small step forward and run my hands across his chest, my fingernails lightly grazing his soft patch of chest hair. His skin is smooth and warm to the touch.
“Anything else you want to show me?” I ask cheekily, pointing my chin toward his impressive bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.
Shoving a hand in his pocket, he pulls out a condom and tosses it on my night table.
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I arch an eyebrow.
With a seductive smile, he slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. The sound of the zipper echoes through the quiet room. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, quickly stepping out of them, then kicks them off to the side.
“Like what you see?” he mutters, standing in front of me like the cover model of Mr. Naked Universe.
“I like very much.” My eyes travel his body, the reality infinitely better than the fantasy. “You must have scored very high” — my gaze shamelessly rakes over his body again — “at the Nude Olympics.”
“Gold medal, baby.” He takes a small step forward, closing the gap between us. He cups my face and swoops in for a long, luscious kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. His naked body presses against mine, and his erection pushed against my stomach.
His hands caress my back, coming to rest on the curve of my rear. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, not too gentle, but not too forceful, before letting his hands rest there.
“I’ve been eyeing this ass for days. Picturing my hands on you, how soft your skin would be, how good I’d feel inside of you,” he whispers against my hair.
“Mmm,” I groan, squeezing my thighs together. Though no prior experience in it, I’ve just discovered I’m a fan of dirty talk.
“But first, I want to taste you,” he nibbles an earlobe. Pleasure surges through me as he cups between my legs, his index finger expertly massaging my wet, throbbing clit. “Then I’m going to fuck you hard and watch you come undone.”
Correction: Huge fan of dirty talk.
He takes my hand and guides me to the foot of the bed. “Lay down here, your ass at the edge,” he says sternly.
There’s no way in hell I’m saying no to that filthy mouth. I comply immediately, scooting my rear until it’s on the edge, with my legs dangling over the bed. I’ve also learned that, along with dirty talk, being bossed around when I’m naked is a major turn-on.
Daniel falls to his knees, his face between my legs. He inhales deeply, his chest rising and falling. His eyes, intense and focused, lock onto mine.
He presses soft kisses against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs and down each leg. His stubble grazes against my skin, creating a delightful tingle that runs through my entire body. It’s electrifying, awakening every nerve.
Moving deliberately, his lips trace a path up my leg, each touch evoking a sensation that leaves me longing for more. Stretching his arms up across my body, his hands caress my breasts, leaving me breathless. His fingertips graze across my nipples, over and over, cupping the side with the palms of his hands.
His hands gently glide back down my stomach and spread my legs apart even more, revealing my most intimate part to him. I tremble with anticipation, knowing I’m seconds from heaven.
His tongue, skilled and tantalizing, teases me with a long, leisurely lick across my slit. A soft gasp escapes my lips as pleasure engulfs me. His movements are slow and deliberate, as his tongue presses deeper, swirling against my most sensitive spot with a rhythm that drives me wild.
My body sinks into the softness of the bed. Surrendering to whatever he does to me, my senses consumed in the moment.
“No cobwebs down here,” he teases in a low, seductive tone. “But I just licked a pussy.”
I gaze down at him with mock disapproval, appreciating that sexy as fuck Daniel is still the same Daniel that makes me smile. “You did not just say that,” I reprimand.
He answers me with a long, luscious lick, swirling his tongue around my clit, sucking it, kissing it. Greedily owning it.
My head plops back down on the bed as I surrender to his tongue’s magic touch.
“Mmm,” I moan, wriggling in rhythm to his tempo. “Oh, oh.”
Sensing my imminent climax, his hand finds its way back between my legs, sinking a finger inside me and hitting my sweet spot—the place I thought shriveled up and died months ago.
His mouth, relentless in its pursuit of my pleasure, suckles and flicks at my most sensitive spot. He’s so damn good at this.
“Daniel,” I cry out. Teetering on the edge, his touch envelops me, drowning out the rest of the world. And, with an explosive release, I’m gone… falling over, surrendering to ecstasy.
My first post-break up orgasm.
Spectacular.
I need a drink and a Mariachi Band to celebrate.
He looks up at me, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. His handsome face is sexy as fuck between my legs, my wetness still glistening on his lips. My body’s still trembling from my orgasm, like a slutty aftershock. I’m relaxed and wired at the same time. And dying to repay the favor.
“Come up and see me,” I murmur.
With tender kisses, he traces a path up my stomach, his touch leaving a current of electricity. The gentle heat of his skin against mine is divine. He nuzzles my neck, the scent of my arousal in the air, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. The tip of his tongue traces my nipple, then he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. He moves to my other breast and does the same.
I grab his face, pulling him closer to me, and passionately kiss him, our tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. The grinding of his hard-on against me sparks a fire within. That’s mine. And I’m going to savor every perfect inch of it.
I flip him onto his back and crawl between his legs. Tit for tat and all that.
I caress his chest with my lips, finding his nipples and teasing them with tender kisses and playful bites.
“Mmm.” The sound of his lustful moans ignites a rush of heat within me.
My tongue smoothly moves across his chest, following the V-shaped line that points toward my ultimate destination. I sit up, naked before him, my vulnerability adding to the intensity of the moment.
His gaze greedily takes in my body, his eyes lingering on every curve. My fingers trace his abs, relishing the contours of the ripples in his muscles. I run both hands up and down his chest, around his shoulders, and back down.
I scoot to the end of the bed at his feet, my hands trailing down his legs to the inside of his thighs. I straddle him and massage around the perimeter of his erection, but never touch it because that’s what he’s dying for. He wriggles and moans some more. And dammit, it feeds me like I’m invincible.
Oh, how I love this power. And judging from the way he’s looking at me like he’s going to swallow me whole, he loves it too.
I bend down, purposely rubbing my breasts against his muscular thighs and lick the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head. His hips instinctively arch up towards me, his hands finding solace in my hair, guiding me with urgency.
And I go for it, opening my mouth and taking him in, alternating soft and hard sucks, up and down, twirling my tongue around him. My hand caresses his balls, that are getting tighter by the millisecond. The rhythm intensifies, his moans mingling with mine, because turning him on is turning me on more.
“Fuck, Tess.” Daniel closes his eyes and hisses a breath through his teeth. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
I feel triumphant as my sexual ability has pushed him to his limit. I want to continue, because I love giving him pleasure, but for my first time back in the sex saddle, I want the total experience. Him inside me, as close as two people can be.
Slowly, I withdraw, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of him still lingering on my lips.
He swiftly moves, turning me over until my back meets the bed. The anticipation in the room is palpable as he reaches for the night table, tearing open the condom packet with his teeth.
“You suck my cock like a fucking goddess,” he murmurs, then rolls the condom on.
I’m a cock-sucking goddess.
That’s got to be the ultimate compliment.
He positions himself above me, his legs spreading mine apart, his hands gripping my arms in place. I eagerly bring my knees up, an invitation for him to claim me. Our eyes meet, a powerful connection between us, unspoken words filling the space. It’s intense and overwhelming.
Without breaking our gaze, he slowly enters me, inch by delicious inch. I can’t help but let out a soft moan, my eyes never leaving his. A wicked smile crosses his lips as he teasingly keeps himself motionless deep inside me.
It’s quiet…and deliberate… and dirty. He’s letting me know he owns me.
And he does.
I clench my muscles around him (thank you Kegel exercises), giving his cock a tight squeeze to let him know I own him right back.
With a deliberately slow pace, he moves, pushing himself further and further inside me with each thrust. Every movement he makes is exquisite, as he gradually increases the pace, delving deeper inside me. The sound of our heavy breathing and the faint creaking of the bed fill the room—a provocative symphony of sex.
“You feel so good,” he says, his voice overflowing with desire.
So does he. So good.
He picks up speed, momentum building as our bodies collide. I groan loudly, my pleasure mingling with the sound of the bed sheets rustling as I fist them in my hands. My legs wrap around him, desperate to hold on.
With each deep thrust, he fills me completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I tighten my grip on the sheets and my fingernails dig into my skin. My toes curl into a tight clench. Holy shit, I’m going to come again.
Our breaths are harsh and uneven, filling the room with a sense of urgency. Tingling waves of pleasure take over my body. I’m consumed by sensation.
“Your body is so fucking incredible,” he pants, his words punctuated by his thrusts. He moves his hips from side to side, hitting my sweet spot. “That feel good, Tess?” he murmurs, his voice filled with primal satisfaction. “Do you like my cock inside that tight, wet pussy?”
“Yes.” Every frenzied molecule of my body belongs to him. My body quivers, teetering on another round of ecstasy. “Ahh…” I cry out as I find my release, my muscles clenching around him.
He thrusts hard a few more times, his movements becoming more urgent. He tenses, his body convulsing in spasms deep inside of me, finding his own release.
“Fuck,” he hisses. And it’s pure poetry.
Once we both float back down to earth, Daniel leans on his forearms, looking down at me. Rubbing his nose against mine, he sweetly kisses my lips. I gaze up at him and smile back.
He pulls out of me and lies down next to me. The room is quiet, broken only by the sounds of our breaths, the scent of sex in the air.
“You’re never getting rid of me,” he says, staring at the ceiling with a wicked grin. “Never, never, never.”
I know this is his way of telling me we were great.
“The horror,” I answer with a chuckle.