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“I’d really like it if you- would- uh- continue this.”
He grins at me, not a smirk. A grin. A playful grin that makes my insides quiver. Harder. Because they were already quivering. “Where?”
“Where? On the- on the bed?” His lips tilt up again and I get it. “Oh. I see. Uh- well, inside of me. That’s where I’d like you to continue.”
“Should I get a condom?”
A sharp burst of laughter escapes me. “I think it’s a little late for that.”
“I know. I just- I want you to be comfortable.”
“I’d be much more comfortable without a chaffing love glove.” I close my eyes and reach for him as he kneels on the edge of the bed. He comes to me, stops just an inch away and I open and feast my gaze on him again, on every muscular, perfectly golden inch of him. “I mean, I want to feel you. Just you.”
“Good god,” he groans. “Best to stick with not so steamy statements. I might not make it inside. I’m barely holding it together now.”
His easy admission of his losing control, of his own desire and level of need isn’t disconcerting. It’s sweet. I pull his face to mine and plunder his mouth daringly, deliciously, desperately, drawing him in while I grasp his shoulders and ease him down on top of me. I part my legs, wrapping them around his thick waist. He’s still wearing boxers, but he shifts a little, tugs some, shifts some more, and then they’re gone and it’s just us. Just our bodies. Skin to skin.
I reach for him boldly, far more boldly than I did that first night. I don’t know why I’m much less inhibited today. We know each other’s names. We’re starting to know each other. We have faces this time, not masks, then obscured darkness. We don’t have the cloak of anonymity.
I guess this is better. This is better because this is Daniel. He’s special. He’s a good man, and he’s mine. He wants to know my body. He wants to give me pleasure. I want him to know me. I want to return that pleasure. I want this to be a two way street. I want to be his safe place and for him to be mine. I’m surprised to find that I already trust him and I have a deep seated need for him to feel that he can trust me in return. In essence, I want him to know me because I’m choosing to open myself up. I’m scared. I’m scared of a lot of things. There are so many questions just hovering out there on the periphery, but I’m here now. We’re here now. Together. Cursed. Together. I told myself I was off men. Off relationships.
Then Daniel happened.
And I’m glad he did. Really, really glad.
So yes, maybe I’m bolder now and that might not make sense on the outside, but it does on the inside. Where I’m starting to feel all manner of things. And I want this. I want Daniel.
I wrap my hand around his thick, hard length. It’s so hot that I’m a little shocked, so hard that it’s even more shocking. Thrilling too. He hisses when I stroke my hand down his length, all the way down to his heavy balls. I run my fingertips over them too, even more boldly, and he makes a noise that sounds like a cow choking on a mouthful of grass- in a good way? It’s a sexy noise to me.
“I’m so glad that you’re okay now.” I take him firmly in my hand again and stroke my hand down his length. “So, so glad.”
“Me too. Damn castrating cactus.”
I kiss him furiously and he thrusts into my hand. I stroke him harder and faster, until his hips are thrusting into my touch and he’s groaning into my mouth. I can feel how tight his muscles are above me. He’s trembling with holding back. So am I. I can only keep up the foreplay for so long before my lady cave is screaming at me and shaking her fists and releasing all manner of silent rage. I feel swollen between my legs, the ache so strong that it makes me want to grind my teeth together. I’m wet, leaking down my thighs. My clit is throbbing and my lady cave feels like she could actually collapse, so I guide Daniel to me.
When his cock rubs against my entrance, swollen, and thick, I wriggle under him, moaning at the pleasure of just that.
“Are you okay?” Daniel whispers against my lips.
I wrap my legs a little tighter around his waist. “Good gravy, yes.”
His cockhead pauses against me and I can feel him throbbing there, at the seam of me, right before he pushes inside. “So beautiful,” he groans. “So tight. Oh my blue skies, god, Leandra… I’m not going to last.”
