Page 13 of The Square

CHAPTER FOUR - DANNY

I know whatshe’s thinking.

Something along the lines of… How did we get here? Who are we? And should we be doing this without Alec?

Maybe also… how much of me has she missed out on?

The equal and opposite question can be asked of myself.

But I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna torture myself with regrets. I don’t regret walking out. I don’t regret letting her grow up into the woman she wanted to be before we got together.

This… right now… it’s a gift of patience on my part.

And with that thought I let it all go and just fuck her.

I lean forward to kiss her mouth. Let her get a little taste of herself on my tongue. She sighs, and it’s a lovely sigh. I cannot imagine a more perfect night.

She reaches up, placing her hands on my cheeks. Still kissing me. Still letting me pound her. And it’s almost too much. It’s almost too perfect.

But every one of those thoughts begins to drift away. Just silently drift away as the feeling of being deep inside her takes over. She’s breathing hard now, little squeaks and moans spilling out of her mouth as I thrust inside her with such force, I push her backwards, squishing her head up against the pillow with my forward momentum.

She drops her hands to my shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscles of my flesh, and pants out, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” each time. And I know she’s close. And I know I said we’d do it again, softer next time.

But I’m not done with the hard fuck just yet.

I pull out and she whines, “Danny!”

But I just take her hand, pull her up, then twirl her around and push her forward. Hell, if we’re gonna fuck hard, might as well… you know. Fuck. Hard.

Her hands reach out and stop her fall, pushing down on the top of the couch back. Her ass is up, and her back is arched, and even though there’s just the glow of the moon for light and I’m desperate to be inside her again, I have to stop for a second. Stop and enjoy the view of her pussy as she wiggles her ass in anticipation.

I slide my fingers up and down her folds. Pushing inside just the tiniest bit. Which makes her groan with frustration.

“Stop teasing me.”

I laugh.

“I’m serious. You don’t want to piss me off.”

“What will you do?” I ask, continuing my tease.

She looks over her shoulder, grinning at me. “Test me,” she hisses. “Test me and find out.”

“Maybe I will. Just to get your reaction.”

“Danny!” she squeals.

I raise my hand up and drop it down quickly, slapping her ass.

“Ow!”

“Behave, Christine.”

“Make me,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief.

I slap her ass again, wishing there was more light so I could watch her skin turn pink.

“You want this?” I ask, pushing two fingers inside her. She’s so wet they slip right past her tight muscles. She clamps down on them in response and that almost sends me over the edge and I’m not even fucking her right now.