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21
I’m not a wordy person, and even less so about my emotions. But Danny’s face turns a veritable shade of red, like he’s never received a compliment before in his life. Without missing a beat, he replies, “But you have. Youaremy world.”
I kiss him fiercely. I grab his head, gripping his soft brown hair between my fingers, and crush our mouths together. My heart thunders like a madness, high in my chest and about to leap straight into Danny’s rib cage — through bone and tissue and layers upon layers of yearning. We roll together on the wooden desk, Danny’s arms wrapped securely around my waist, my skirt flipped up and his legs twined around mine like the threads of a plaid. Paint and brushes crash to the floor but neither of us part from each other to collect them.
Warm skin connects, soft breasts with hard chest, and I want this forever, to be held inside a pair of loving arms. Danny flips me over, onto my back, and I’m panting and sweaty but happy andpure. I feel pure inside my soul for once, giddy and full of love, like a balloon is swelling in my naked chest, so invincible that literally nothing could deflate it.
Danny fixes me with an equally manic, delighted look. He positions himself alongside me, leaning on his elbow and tucking me close to his chest, making sure I’m far from the edge of the desk. His hand slides down my breasts and belly, caressing lightly, before playing with the hem of my tartan skirt.
“I… I want…”
“You can have,” I whisper, gazing into his kind brown eyes. “All of me. It’s yours.”
His mouth firms into a straight line, as though he means business, that my consent is not something to be taken lightly.
His fingers inch down toward the vee of my legs. I squirm against the hard wooden desk, leaning into Danny and breathing in his familiar fresh scent. When his fingers skim my inner thighs, I’m a goner, my muscles trembling and almost trapping Danny’s hand between me.
“Relax,” he orders softly, stroking strands of hair away from my forehead.
“I want you in me.” It’s out before I can stop it. Danny gives me a pained look.
“That can’t happen.” He looks absolutely torn up. “Do youknowhow rare condoms are in Lochkelvin? They’re like hen’s teeth.”
“Finlay has some.” My voice is breathless. “He bought a huge box in Edinburgh. Like, a hundred or something.”
“A hundred?” Danny goggles at me. “Just how many times is he planning on having sex?”
I try to calculate it but Danny’s hand between my thighs is a source of immense distraction. If there are this many chiefs, and each chief had sex with me every day — and really, that’s very possible since I’m so hungry for it… So I say in my most reasonable tone, “It’s barely a month’s supply.”
Danny gives a surprised bark of laughter. “Right, then. I’ll keep that in mind.” But for now, he gives me a mischievous grin. “Right now, I want to see you come. Unless you have any objections?”
“Why would I object?”
“Exactly.” His hand spreads wide and firm against my cunt, and a strange gurgling noise sticks at the back of my throat. “You feel so good between my arms.”
It’s as if we’re meant to be, the delicate contours of our bodies fitting together. Danny’s hand slides underneath the waistband of my black tights, and then delicately brushes against the nub of my clit. I shiver on the desk as sparks fly up my body, wriggling so that Danny can create a million more of those addictive sensations.
Finally, his fingers dive beneath my underwear, and I spread my legs wider for him to access all of me. He toys with my curls, enjoying their springiness, before sliding his hand down to caress my slick, wet folds.
He massages my clit as though he has all the time in the world, like we reallyarein a hotel and not sneaking around in empty classrooms. His mouth feasts on my groans, his fingertips stroking me as though to collect more sounds from my mouth. Danny’s cock feels like an iron bar pointing against my hip, a long and weighty beast, and the mere thought of it is sufficient for me to flood Danny’s fingers with an irrepressible, sticky wetness.
My moan is a pitiful thing, and I feel on the verge of crying. Danny gives me a fond look.
“Is this good?” he whispers, amusement lilting in his voice.
I give a shaky nod. His fingers tease my needy clit again, and the sounds in my throat descend into weak, babbling whimpers. Blackness pricks at the backs of my eyes, and I breathe Danny in slowly and steadily, trying to force myself to calm down. The sensations are overwhelming, like floating on air without a modicum of safety. Adrenaline shoots through my core, and I raise my hips to chase the sweet, sweet sparks Danny fires down my system.
“You’re trembling.” Curiosity laces his voice. He’s never had me like this. It’s never just been us.
“You’d be trembling too if you had a trillion different nerve endings lighting up your cock.” I’m panting, breathless, but even while chasing orgasm, I’ve still gotta be a stubborn brat. It’s what it feels like, Danny stroking my clit and every single part of me lighting up like a galaxy of midnight stars.
Danny’s chuckle is so low that it doesn’t sound like him. My heart flutters high in my chest at the knowingness behind that sound.
“Relax,” he murmurs, which is easy for him to say when he’s not the one with pleasure thundering through his veins.
Instead, I lean my hips forward, greedy for more of the sensations Danny’s fingers pump into me.
In exasperation, Danny deliberately lowers my hips back down with a gentle palm. I want to sob.
