Chapter Thirty-eight Jennifer #2
But what if Daniel doesn’t think the same? What if both me and everyone else are looking way too deep into this?
I shudder at the thought of losing him, but in just a second, I’m back in the present, my entire body and mind staying focused on the man in front of me. Him.
I follow him onto the huge stones which are located right in front of the water. “Sit down right here, sweetheart,” he tells me.
Immediately, I do just as he says. I sit down, watching him over me. He watches me with a subtle grin. I can barely see it. After all, the biggest source of light we have right now is the moon.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire.
I do as he says, my breath hitching when he gets down and presses up behind me, his hands skimming down my waist before gripping my hips. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Let’s get you ready for me,” he whispers, his hand gently rubbing my ass before he opens my jeans, sliding them down. My body jerks at his sudden movement, my pulse hammering in my throat.
He plays with my ass for a while, squeezing it gently, then spanking it and kissing it softly. The wide variety of his actions makes my skin crawl with excitement, always waiting for his next movement.
Both of us are completely unaware of what’s happening around us by now, completely trapped in our own world. I have a feeling he wouldn’t care either, if somebody saw us.
His fucked-up mind would probably enjoy fucking me right in front of some strangers. And as fucked up as it sounds, I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it, too.
God, what is he doing to me? I never behaved like this before we met…
The thrill of what we’re doing—out here in the open, where anyone could catch us—only adds to the heat pooling in my core.
A gasp escapes my lips when he slips down my panties, the cold air hitting my pussy. Holy shit.
I get a humble reminder that we’re in public when my pulse starts to rise, hearing two voices from far away. Daniel, however, doesn’t really seem to care.
All he does is touch my already wet pussy, ignoring the fact that these two guys could realize what we’re doing here any second.
The rough texture of the stone beneath my fingers grounds me as his hands explore me, teasing, testing my limits until I’m practically shaking.
“Daniel,” I pant, pressing my hips back against him.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “So needy, aren’t you?” He guides me down onto his lap, positioning me over him.
His hands grip my hips, steadying me as I sink down onto him. A sharp gasp leaves my lips, the stretching making me tremble.
“Fuck,” he grits out, fingers tightening against my skin. “You feel so good. So tight and wet for me. It’s like God created you for me only.”
I brace my hands against his shoulders, rolling my hips experimentally, testing the movement. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, pleasure crackling through my veins like fire.
“Just like that, baby,” he groans, guiding me into a slow, steady rhythm. The waves crash against the shore behind us, but all I can focus on is the way he fills me, the way his hands move over my body like he owns me.
The pace builds, each thrust sending a jolt through me. Daniel’s lips find my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he bites down, marking me as his.
I moan quietly, trying my best to stay quiet. He fills me up so good, but fuck, I’m terrified right now.
My eyes stay focused on the two guys walking along the way towards the parking lot just around twenty meters away from us, worried they might realize. But the second their shadows are gone, I exhale.
“Fuck… They could’ve seen us”, I murmur, still not stopping my movements. He grins. “So, what?”, he teases me.
“Pretty, you should stop caring about others. Just this once. Let’s focus on you tonight. Let’s focus on us.”
I gasp when he pushes his hips completely into mine, forcing my own hips to stay down. “Master, please…” I whimper; my hands buried in his hair.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he praises me.
His slick cock goes in and out, fucking me and hitting all the right positions while all I can do is grab onto his body tightly and take it all.
I don’t even complain when he gently lays me down on the stones. It’s a bit cold, and fuck, it’s hard and uncomfortable, but the ambiance makes it all worth it.
As he’s on top of me, fucking my soul out of my body and making me feel as good as no one ever has before, I focus on the sounds of the waves crashing against the stones.
While his movements grow more urgent, my body trembles beneath him, every nerve on fire, every inch of me burning with the need for release.
The sound of waves crashing against the stones fades into the background, replaced by the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears.
Our moans intertwine, creating a symphony of sound that fills the air. My mind spins, urging me to get lost in the rhythm, wanting this melody to play on repeat, forever etched in my senses.
My skin feels too tight, the cool air brushing against it only makes the warmth inside me grow, pooling between my legs.
I feel weightless, overwhelmed, as if I might dissolve into him entirely. His touch is electric, and with each deep thrust, my body responds, a shiver running through me, a tightness building in my chest that I can't escape.
In between my moans, I gasp for air, my breath catching in my throat as the world seems to tilt and spin. I don’t know where I end and he begins, and in this moment, it’s both terrifying and liberating.
Terrifying because I know he holds full control over me, that I’m entirely at his mercy.
Liberating because, in this moment, I couldn’t care less.
When the waves of sensation finally crash over me, it feels like everything has shattered—my body trembles uncontrollably, caught in the aftershocks of pleasure.
My vision goes hazy, and for a moment, I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
As we both lay there, the cold stones digging into my back, our gazes lock.
We don’t need words. The intensity of the moment speaks for itself. Even though the ground beneath us is unforgiving, nothing else matters. Not here, not now.
In this moment, it’s only us.
While both of us try to catch our breath, we stare into each other’s eyes. We both know laying on the cold stones is extremely uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter to us. Not in this moment.
Before he can say a single word, I whisper words to him which I know I shouldn’t have. Not yet.
“I love you, Daniel.”
He stays quiet. We both do.
Suddenly, the whole air between us shifts. It’s not an uncomfortable shift, but… It’s still noticeable.
Each second his lips stay shut; my panic grows bigger. I grab the necklace beneath my shirt, trying my best to control my breathing as both of us are just staring into each other’s eyes, none of us even trying to look away.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have said this. I should’ve shut my mouth. I should’ve just—
“Are you sure that you mean it?”
His deep voice fills the silence. This time, it’s me who stays quiet for a few seconds. What does he mean, am I sure?
“Of course,” I whisper into the dark. “I just… I was too scared to tell you. I was worried about your reaction.” I still am.
I’m fucking terrified. He hasn’t said it back.
He hasn’t really acknowledged it. All he said was, are you sure?
Does that mean he accepts it? He feels the same? Fuck, what do I do now?
How do we handle this?
He gulps. “I… I think I love—”
We both flinch at the sudden noise, both of us getting up when we realize it’s his phone.
I sigh internally, knowing he still didn’t tell me what he wanted to. But I guess, this must be important. Maybe it’s new information? We both know he has to take that call.
Daniel’s eyebrows scrunch together as he accepts the call, holding his phone up towards his ear. He stares at the waves, at the moon.
I don’t know who’s at the phone.
I don’t know what they’re saying. But when I look at Daniel just a few seconds afterwards, I know it’s not good information.
…
Fuck.