Chapter Six #4
She laughed again, and then I had her naked on my bed, smiling up at me with her hair spread over my pillow and sunlight across her skin.
I stopped with one knee on the bed and had to breathe once.
I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. Her hands came to my face, rougher than before, pulling me down. I kissed her until she stopped smiling and started moving under me.
Her pussy was hot and slick when I slid my fingers through her.
Daphne gasped into my mouth.
"Already?" I asked.
She dug her nails into my shoulder. "Don't sound smug."
"I'm very smug."
"I noticed."
I circled her clit with two fingers, slow and firm, and her hips lifted. The sound she made was soft and desperate enough to wipe the next joke out of me.
I watched her face while I touched her, the flush across her cheeks, the way her mouth opened, and the way she tried to keep her eyes on mine and couldn't when I slid one finger inside her.
"Zane."
"That's it." I kissed the corner of her mouth. "Let me feel you."
She rocked against my hand. "I want more."
"You'll get more."
"Now."
I added a second finger and pressed my thumb to her clit.
Her back bowed. "Oh, fuck."
"That's better."
She laughed, but it broke into a moan when I curled my fingers inside her.
I worked her slow at first, then harder when her hips found the rhythm. She held onto my shoulders and moved with me, taking what she wanted, giving me every sound.
"There," she said, nails biting into my back. "Like that. Don't stop."
I kissed her throat, her jaw, the damp place behind her ear. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her breath came fast.
"Come for me," I said.
Her eyes flew open.
I pressed my thumb harder against her clit. "I want to feel it."
Daphne's body went tight under mine, and then she came with my name in her mouth, hips jerking against my hand while her pussy clenched around my fingers.
I kept touching her until she grabbed my wrist.
"Zane," she said, breathless. "Please."
I kissed her palm. "You okay?"
"Yes." She pulled me down. "I want you inside me."
That took most of the patience out of me.
I settled over her, braced on one arm, and guided my cock through the wet heat between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around my hips.
I stopped with the head of my cock at her entrance.
Daphne looked up at me. "Don't you dare get noble now."
A laugh tore out of me.
Then I pushed inside her.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Mine did, a rough, helpless groan as her pussy stretched around me, hot and tight and perfect.
I went slow because I needed to. The quilt bunched under her fingers. Her breath caught against my mouth. This was my bed, my house, Daphne under me because she chose it, and I wanted to remember every inch.
When I was seated deep, I stopped and pressed my forehead to hers.
She touched my jaw. "You're shaking."
"I'm trying not to come."
Her breath caught, and then her smile turned wicked. "Already?"
I pulled back and looked at her.
"That was brave," I said.
"It was honest."
I thrust once, deep and slow.
Her smile vanished on the next breath.
"Still honest?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "Again."
I gave it to her.
Daphne met me every time. Her hands moved over my back, my shoulders, down to my ass when she wanted me harder.
"Yes," she said, pulling me closer. "There. Zane, please. Don't stop."
I watched her take me and stopped pretending I had any distance left.
I got one hand between us and found her clit.
Her eyes went wide. "Zane."
"You've got one more for me."
"I just came."
"I know."
Her laugh broke into a moan as I rubbed her clit in tight circles and kept fucking her. The bed creaked under us. Sun warmed my back. Lake air moved over sweat on my skin. Daphne's body tightened around mine, and I had to grit my teeth against how close I was.
"Look at me," I said.
She looked at me. Her eyes held mine as the next orgasm took her. Her thighs locked around my hips, her pussy clamped down around my cock, and she cried out loud enough that I was grateful my house sat away from the P-Patch.
I drove into her through it until my own control snapped.
I buried myself deep and came with her name rough in my throat, my body locked over hers, my hands fisted in the quilt beside her shoulders.
For a while, neither of us moved.
I stayed inside her, breathing hard against her neck while her fingers moved slowly through my hair. The lake sounded through the open window. A bird called from the pines. My heart beat too hard and too close to hers.
Daphne turned her face and kissed my temple.
My throat worked before I trusted myself to speak.
I lifted my head. "You okay?"
She smiled, slow and soft. "You ask that like I'm not naked and extremely pleased in your bed."
"I like confirmation."
"That was very confirmed."
I laughed and kissed her.
When I eased out of her, she made a sleepy protesting sound that almost got me hard again. I got up long enough to clean us both with a warm cloth from the bathroom, then stretched out beside her and pulled her against me.
Daphne tucked one leg over mine. Her palm settled on my chest, right over the ink and the hard beat underneath it.
"So," she said.
I looked down at her. "So?"
"I finished my hours."
"You did."
"Your brother left."
"He did."
"Cascadia paused the access path."
"Yes."
She traced one tattoo with her fingertip. "And you brought me to your bed."
"I did."
Her smile curved against my chest. "Very productive day."
I tightened my arm around her. "Birdie would make us a sign."
Daphne laughed, warm and tired, and I held her closer.
She traced one finger over the ink on my chest. "So what happens now?"
"Tomorrow?" I said. "Birdie tells everyone she saved the P-Patch."
Her laugh warmed my skin. "And tonight?"
I rolled her under me, and her smile went soft in a way that made every hour of behaving myself worth it.
"Tonight," I said, "you're off the clock."