Chapter 8 #2
“Don’t what?” he prompts me to finish my question.
There’s something in the gentleness of his tone that melts all of my barriers.
His attentive eyes focus on me, and he rubs my skin with the pad of his thumb, drawing soothing circles while he waits patiently for me to answer.
I’ve never been with anyone who has cared so much about me, keeping things clear and comfortable. It makes me feel safe.
I take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling for a second.
The back of my throat itches. A light sting glosses over my eyes as I try to pull myself together.
When it doesn’t feel like I’m going to lose it, I glance at him, finding his sweet caramel eyes focused on me.
It gives me the security I need to respond with honesty.
“If I don’t come.”
Relief washes over Danny’s expression.
“Mabel, it’s okay if you don’t, but you have to communicate with me. Tell me if you like what I’m doing, so I can do better. I just want you to enjoy it. If you come, I’ll be a happy man. If you don’t,” he leans in until his lips brush my ear, “I’ll try harder next time.”
“Next time, huh?”
“Do you think this is a one-time thing? Because it isn’t for me. I’ve wanted you for too long, baby. I’m going to need more.”
“Okay,” I accept with a nod.
Danny raises his brows. “Okay, what?”
“Are you going to make me say it?”
“Yes, Mabel, I want you to say it. Your consent is the most important part of this. I need to know you want this as much as I do,” he explains, his words dripping seriousness.
A thousand butterflies flutter in my stomach. “Make me . . .”
“Where are your manners? You once said Puerto Rican households made sure to teach their kids manners,” he jokes.
“What would your grandmother say about your filthy tongue?”
Danny’s cheeks acquire a red hue that spreads across his face, and I want to laugh at how cute it is.
“Don’t bring Dadi into this,” he mumbles. “Not when I have your sweet tits in front of my mouth.”
“I want you to make me come,” I say, running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Danny closes his eyes for a fraction of a second, enjoying the sensation of my nails on his scalp.
The tint on his cheeks hasn’t disappeared entirely, but I’m not sure if he’s still embarrassed about my mentioning his grandmother or if he’s turned on.
Judging by the bulge softly beating between my thighs, I’d say it’s the latter.
“Manners,” he reminds me.
“Please,” I add, rolling my eyes.
“Please what?”
“Please, make me come.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Danny lifts me from his lap and sets me on the bed, climbing on top of me without letting his body weight crush me. Under him, I’m suddenly conscious of the way my chest rises and falls with every breath. I’m completely overpowered by him, yet I’ve never felt safer.
Focused on the request, Danny starts kissing his way south, starting at the spot on my neck where my pulse beats hardest. Then, moving slowly to the valley between my breasts, he takes a moment to suck on each nipple before he continues his journey down my belly.
The slight stubble on his jaw scratches my skin, and I wriggle at the sensation.
“I’m okay,” I assure him when he stops for a second.
Danny continues until his fingers rest on the hem of my pants. He looks up at me, intensity swimming in his eyes as he silently asks for permission.
“More?”
I nod. “More.”
His fingers unbutton my jeans and undo the fly, revealing a hint of my plain pink panties.
There’s nothing special about them, nor sexy.
They’re just simple bikini-style underwear with no design to them or lace.
I make a mental note to invest in sexier underwear when I get back to LA.
I need to be ready for the next time I end up having Danny staring at them.
But Danny doesn’t care about them because he pulls on the fabric of my jeans, yanking them off with a minor struggle as he has to remove my shoes to slide them off.
He stares at my almost naked body. Biting his lip, he lets a hand wander over my bare thighs.
Delicately, he spreads them, and moans at the sight.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. “You’re so wet, you’re soaking through your panties,” he points out, dragging a single finger over my core, earning a moan from me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think about how obviously I want him.
“Look at me, baby.” My body reacts to the command, and I meet his gaze. “Can I get a taste?”
“Yes.”
His hands settle on my hips, and he drags me to the edge of the bed, kneeling between my thighs. First, he presses a kiss on my mound; I tremble in response. Then, he licks me through the cotton fabric, and I lose my ability to speak.
Fuck.
The sensation intensifies when Danny anchors two fingers on my panties and pulls them to the side, completely exposing me to him.
The flesh wet and pulsating, needing the friction as much as my lungs need my next breath.
His tongue trails across my slit, starting at the bottom and going up to find the spot where I’m most sensitive.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks on it, his tongue swirling as he does.
Dark blotches appear in my vision. My hands fly to his hair, holding his head in place as I moan, rocking my hips against his face.
Every ounce of insecurity and doubt abandons my body.
I can just feel. Pleasure builds in my core, spreading across my limbs, growing stronger each time he sweeps his tongue over my clit, alternating between licking and sucking.
“Don’t stop, please,” I beg. Danny obeys, staying with the same pattern and speed as I inch closer to the edge.
Heat spots tingle on my chest. I hold on to the bed covers, bunching the sheets between my fingers as I fall over the edge, shattering into a million pieces.
Bliss swims through me. Hips trembling and grinding against Danny’s face as I ride each wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my soul returning to me.
My thighs shake uncontrollably, and I gasp for air.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Danny says in complete awe. “From one to ten, how much do I need to improve?”
I sit up, laughing.
“That was—”
“What the fuck?!” Carmen’s voice makes me jump, and Danny stands, shielding my almost naked body with his frame as I spot my little sister standing in the doorway.