Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Penelope
He pulls the sandwich away from me as I reach for it. He wants to feed it to me.
I roll my eyes.
“I feel like you’re a part of that community that gets off on feeding people,” I say, but lean in and take a bite, anyway. The flavors of vinegar and meat, and arugula, explode on my tongue, and I close my eyes and moan. As I chew, the flavors meld and combine to create the most amazing taste.
“Nell? Babe? I need you to stop making noises like that. I am a red-blooded man. I only have so much control.”
I laugh with my lips closed, but when I open my eyes, his face is serious, pupils blown wide, and he’s staring at my mouth.
Nervously, I chew and swallow. Slowly, ever so slowly, he comes to stand between my knees and rests his hands on them.
He’s moving slowly, deliberately, giving me every opportunity to stop him.
But instead, my heart speeds up and my breathing quickens.
His dark eyes bounce between mine and back down to my mouth.
God, he’s right there. The heat is rolling off his body, and he smells like chlorine and cologne. I lay the sandwich on the counter next to me, ready to be fully involved in whatever is about to happen.
I bring my hands to his chest, and he pauses, thinking I’m pushing him away.
Instead, I fist his shirt and drag him closer, with a breathy ‘please’ before his lips crash into mine.
This thing we’ve been orbiting around since first seeing each other is swelling to a crescendo.
A fiery warmth, a need, a passion. I need this man more than my next breath.
Our kiss quickly turns desperate as we both open to each other, and our tongues tangle.
My hands snake up his neck and through his hair.
He spreads my legs further and presses closer against me.
I’m still too far back on the counter, though, so he grabs my ass in his hands and tugs me against him.
He’s the perfect height so that I can feel the hard ridge of him at my core.
I moan again and wrap my legs around the backs of his thighs to keep him there, but he pulls away, breathing hard.
“My room. Now,” he grunts out, running a hand through his hair and pacing in the small area.
Seeing such a confident, carefree man this frazzled is incredible for my ego.
I think I’m pretty. I’ve had boyfriends.
But I’ve never felt special. I’m shy and happy to fade into the background of someone else’s movie.
I don’t feel that way with Daniel. I feel desired, needed.
He needs me so badly he can’t think straight.
After only a day of getting to know each other.
“Yes,” I sigh, as needy as he is.
He starts to storm out of the cafe, but spins around again and wraps the two sandwiches in paper and then storms out again. I laugh, breathless from his kiss and the anticipation of what’s to come. And knowing that he still plans to feed me later.
He locks up behind us and ushers me back to his dorm with a lower hand on my back, practically pushing me. I laugh and try to tease. “Why the rush, big guy?”
But his answer sends a shiver through me. “Need you,” is all he says, low and deep into the dark night.
We pass some people wandering around the little village, now void of patrons and almost eerie in the dark and quiet. Streetlamps lead the way, but they’re spaced out, bouncing us from light to dark suddenly.
At his building, he switches tactics and grabs my hand, tugging me along instead, his long strides eating up the ground. At his level, he throws open his bedroom door so hard it bounces off the wall.
“Go bunk with Becky,” Daniel barks, and I barely have time to take in the darkly tanned man lying on the other bed. He’s still dressed, lying on top of the bed, ankles crossed, typing on his phone.
“Que?” the man asks.
“Go. Becky. Now.” The man finally sees me being dragged behind my once suave, now caveman of a Daniel.
“Ohhh,” the man purrs, dark eyebrows rising. “Hola, Hermosa.”
Daniel stops, tosses the sandwiches on the bed, and one hand slams onto his hip, one hand pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I swear to God, Miguel.”
The man laughs, but stands, both hands held up in surrender.
“I’ll go bunk with Becky for tonight. Leave a sock on the door just in case.
” He shoots Daniel a wink before leaving without his shoes.
Becky’s must not be far. I wonder how many people here date.
It would be convenient. And there are so many people in such a small space.
It almost seems impossible not to form an attraction to other people living here.
Daniel nearly slams the door and locks it behind him.
Before I know what’s happening, he has me in his arms and has my back against the door.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I first saw you,” he says, and I’m about to tell him he doesn’t need to apologize.
I like being needed like this, but I don’t get the chance.
His mouth is on mine again, his hands tangle in my hair, tugging bits of my messy braid free.
It’s a wild, passionate, desperate kiss.
He goes to my neck, biting and sucking there.
My hands thread through his hair, knocking his hat off, holding him close against me as I lose my mind to this lust. His hips are pressed against mine, his thigh between my legs as he gives me something to grind against. I’m in baggy clothes that aren’t mine.
I probably taste like sandwich meat since that was the last thing I ate, and I smell like chlorine, but I feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth.
His hands are everywhere - holding my neck, tracing down my sides, squeezing my breasts. He pinches a nipple, and I bow off the door with a moan.
“Yes,” he says, doing it again. I wrap my leg around his waist and grind myself against his hip. I’m wet, needy, hot, and frantic. I’ve never felt like this before. Like I’ll die if I don’t come right now.
I’m grinding on him like a dog in heat, but before I can come, he’s gone.
I deflate. Did I do something wrong? Did I moan weirdly? Was this all a game for him?
And then he’s kneeling and looking up at me with a soft smile.
“May I?” He tugs gently at the bottom of the pajama pants I’m wearing. They barely move an inch, but I feel every exposed piece of flesh.
My brain has yet to understand what is happening. We were hot and heavy one minute. And then he pulls away. And now he’s on his knees, and I don’t know what he’s asking. All I know is that... yes. Yes. Yes, to whatever this man wants to give me.
So, I nod. Enthusiastically.
He slowly drags my pajamas down around my hips, to my knees, and to my ankles. I step out of them with the help of his shoulders. I’m wearing nothing underneath, because putting on dirty undies from the day after the hot tub didn’t seem like a good idea.
So, I’m bare to him. And he’s right there.
Nerves flood me. I want the mindless lust back - one where I didn’t have to worry about what he thought.
But before I can spiral and convince myself to come up with an excuse to leave, his nose hits my clit, and I startle.
He inhales and rotates his head. He’s almost nuzzling my clit and my groin with his face.
I’m terrified of his reaction, but he growls. It’s a low, purring sound, from deep within his chest.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls before attacking my clit with his mouth. He sucks, and he flicks it with his tongue, and the man, the moment, the need cause my orgasm to rip through me with a sharp fierceness.
I moan, groan, cry out his name, as I dig my nails mindlessly into his scalp.
I’m flushed. I can feel the heat on my chest and cheeks. My fair complexion hides nothing. But when he stands before me, eyes glistening, teeth gleaming, as my juices coat his chin, I don’t care that he can see what he did to me.
He earned it.
But before I can think any further, he scoops his hands beneath my ass and brings me to him, standing.
I wrap around him like it’s second nature, and squeal when we fall onto the bed together.
The energy between us is charged, but I’m still at ease, eager for whatever he wants to give me. Hoping he gives me all of himself.
He takes my lips again, wiggling his hips so I open for him more.
The hard length of him against my core is a drug, shutting off all thought.
I grind against him, desperate for him, but he’s going infuriatingly slow.
I know I just came, which took the sharp edge off of my lust, but I need more. I need him.
Impatient, I drag his shirt up over his head.
He chuckles as he raises his arms to help me.
He’s lithe, lean muscle like a runner or swimmer, but I trace my fingers through the groves in his upper back and biceps.
His hair has fallen across his forehead, and he looks deliciously rakish.
I shove my hand down his jeans and huff a frustrated breath that I can’t touch more of him.
He grunts at my contact and pulses in my hand. God, he’s big.
He presses up on his hands, which are beside my face, and peers down at me with a soft smile on his face.
“I’ve never seen something so beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself.
I want to pull him back down to me. I want to grind on him.
I don’t want to wonder what the future holds.
I don’t want to want more than this one night with him.
I don’t know if I have room in my life for a man, and how would the long distance work, anyway?
I’m in DC; he’s in Pennsylvania. But the softness in his eyes stops me.
I wanted more of him. And he’s giving it to me.
He’s giving me a piece of his life, this moment, this care and tenderness.
So, I let him look, even as I slowly grind my core against him.
He shakes his head with a light chuckle before taking my lips again. It’s slower, though, tender. As if we have all the time in the world when we really only have this one night. But I match his energy, and languidly stroke his back, his neck, and his scalp.
He sits back on his knees, and I take off my shirt. He wiggles out of his jeans and boxers, and then it’s just us. Nothing left between us. Two bared bodies and souls, coming together as naturally as magnets. As inevitable as time.
He reaches into his side table and pulls out a strip of condoms. I watch as he rolls one on, checking with me to see if I’m anxious or hesitating. But I’m not, and he can see it in my face.
He settles between my legs again, but rolls to one elbow by my hip and drags his fingers through my wetness. I moan again at the contact and close my eyes.
“Those sounds...” he whispers. He climbs on top of me, bracketing my head with his elbows. “You still okay with this, Nell?” he whispers, stroking my hair, even as the tip of him settles against my opening.
“Yes. Yes, please.” I nod eagerly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He watches every micro-movement of my face as he slowly pushes inside.
It’s torture. It’s incredible, sweet, anguished torture.
But the soft smile on his face tells me he loves seeing what he’s doing to me.
He’s looking at me like he loves me. But that’s crazy, right?
What if I’m a serial killer? What if I have a creepy doll collection at home? What if I steal identities?
The set of his brow tells me that he’d deal with all of that, anyway. For me.
And a part of my heart will always carry him with us. I already know this. A part of my heart is already Daniel-shaped, no matter what the future holds.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, wiggling my hips as if to fuck myself onto him.
Satisfied with my torture, he begins to fuck me slowly.
This isn’t fucking. It’s making love. It’s soft and tender.
A quiet explosion of fireworks you can see but can’t hear.
He lowers his face to my neck and kisses me there, then my collarbone, then down to my nipple, where he circles it lazily with his tongue.
He’s not rushing this for a quick release.
He could touch my clit now and I’d explode for him.
But he doesn’t want that. He wants this to last as long as possible.
Each drag against my G-spot causes me to gasp and moan. If he wants my sounds, he can have them all. I don’t hold back a single gasp, or moan, or groan.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls against my ear, and everything in me alights at his praise. I can be his good girl. I’ll be his good girl forever if he lets me.
I’m sure I’m drawing blood down his back, but he’s building me up too much. I feel like when I come, my body might not be able to contain it. I feel like my orgasm is going to be so big I might actually explode.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nod with a moan and grind my hips against him, mindless for friction. Mindless for a release, body be damned.
“Alright, baby. Come for me. I’m right behind you.”
He raises on one hand, so he can watch me, and with his other he massages my clit in tiny circles. And I explode.
I think I’m screaming, but it sounds like it’s far away.
My toes curl, my fingers curl, and I can feel it to the very tips of my hair.
My soul is flung to another realm, while my body experiences something it’s never experienced before.
I’ve orgasmed alone and with partners, but it’s never been like this.
Daniel fucks me through it a little faster than before. He bites his lip and grunts my name as he comes inside the condom. He’s glorious like this. He’s pure masculine beauty. Raw. Primal. He was made for this.
He watches everything as I come back to my body slowly. I’m limp, sweaty, and breathing hard, and he’s staring at me like I’m a precious piece of art.