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Chapter Nine
It’s happening.
It’s finally happening.
I wrapped my arms around Danny’s shoulders as he carried me across his house. I probably should have stopped kissing him, especially after he banged into a wall. That set me off in a fit of giggles that seemed to infect Danny who couldn’t stop laughing or smiling. He managed to avoid any more obstacles and delivered me to his bed without another bump.
Throbbing and aching, I felt impossibly hot. My dress suddenly seemed too tight and constricting. Danny climbed over me, trapping my body between his and the mattress. Pressed down under his weight, I finally realized just how strong and solid he was. I grasped his shoulders, terrified he might pull away or change his mind. I shouldn’t have worried. He kissed me with such fervor and passion that I couldn’t tell where his breaths started and mine ended.
All of those fears and anxieties I had about not knowing what to do or freezing up or not being good enough fled. Letting go of all the stress that had plagued me, I sank into the incredible feelings Danny evoked. I panted against his lips and clasped his face, rocking up beneath him and pressing my still bare breasts against his shirt.
Our tongues flicked and tangled, and he broke away just long enough to sit up and tear off his shirt. The sight of his hard body caused my thighs to clench against his hips. I slid my hands up the ridged plane of his stomach and up over his chest. His scent saturated my every breath, and I wanted more, so much more.
Danny flicked the last buttons down the front of my dress and pushed the fabric away from my body. I had skipped a bra that morning because the dress was lined in the bodice. Any time I could get away with not wearing a bra, I did. Now that I knew what it felt like to give Danny easy access to my breasts, I didn’t think I would ever wear one again.
He lowered his body to mine again, and our bare chests touched. His skin was feverish on mine, causing my nipples to pebble. I hadn’t ever realized how very sensitive they could be, and the graze of his chest hair against them was like a spark to dry tinder. His strong hand cupped my breast, and he gave my nipple a little pinch. I gasped at the quicksilver flash of pain and then cried out when he sucked my throbbing nipple into his mouth. “Danny!”
He muttered something in Russian against my breast, and then his hand was sliding down the slope of my belly toward my panties. They were plain nude cotton, but he didn’t seem to mind how boring they were. If anything, he seemed annoyed by their very existence. He gripped the waistband and jerked them down my hips and thighs.
“Pull up your knees,” he commanded gruffly.
Trembling with anticipation, I complied. He whisked my panties away and tossed them aside. I was so wet I could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioner on my labia. In the back of my mind, I wondered if he disliked hair down there. I had trimmed and shaved before going up onto that stage to practice dancing, but I had some stubble and a small triangle of red on my mons. Was he used to women who went totally bare? Who were smooth waxed?
If he was, he didn’t say a word. He held my gaze as his fingers slipped between my labia. His penetrating stare overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t look away. I was entranced as his fingers slid even lower, first one and then a second dipping into my vagina. I panted and shuddered as he began to thrust into me, his fingers curved and stroking.
When his thumb brushed across my clit, I nearly screamed. I was so sensitive still, and his expert fingers were driving me crazy. He flicked his tongue against my lips before darting it inside to swipe mine. I clutched at his shoulders and then his biceps. My greedy hands moved down his back to his waist, and I followed the loops of his belt to his fly. My fingers shook as I tried to concentrate on my task and not the incredible feeling of his fingers gliding in and out of me.
I finally managed to get his jeans undone. He shifted to one knee, helping me push the denim and cotton trunks down low enough to release his cock. I wanted to see him so I sat up a bit. He kept his fingers inside me as I wrapped mine around his thick shaft. At first, I was a bit surprised by his shape. It took me a moment to realize he was uncut. Most of the dicks I had seen in photos or the pornos Van and I had giggled over were circumcised.
But as I experimentally stroked Danny’s penis, I decided I liked this just fine. His skin was so silky soft, but beneath that was a solid core. He was long, much longer than I had ever imagined, and I vaguely wondered if we would be able to get all of that inside me. Either way, we would have fun trying.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted softly, my gaze still glued to the cock in my hand. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” he ground out. “Too good.”
I glanced up at him. “Is that bad?”
“It is when I want to last,” he said, pushing me back down onto the bed.
I willingly went, still stroking his shaft. I used a little more pressure and tightness, and he shivered and fucked into my hand, thrusting against my palm. “Don’t worry about that, Danny. It’s not like this is the only chance you have to impress me.”
Danny laughed against my cheek and then groaned as I stroked him faster and tighter. “Fuck.”
Yes. Fuck. That’s what I wanted. I wanted lovemaking and fucking and wild and wanton sex. I wanted it all with Danny.
My clit throbbed almost painfully as I ran my hand up and down his cock. He started fingering me again, and I felt that shuddery coil of pleasure begin to tighten deep down inside of me. I noticed the way he grunted when I concentrated my effort just below the head of his penis and decided to keep touching him just like that. I was rewarded by a groan and the harsh whisper of my name against my cheek and ear.
His excitement fueled mine. I moved my hand faster, desperate to feel him come, and wondered which of us was going to tumble over the edge first. Danny pressed his forehead to mine. His fingers did wicked things to me, dipping in and out and swirling around my clitoris. My thighs tightened against his hips, and he changed his tactic, framing that little nub between his fingers. The sudden change in sensation set me off, and I came hard, rocking my hips to each wave of ecstasy.
“Macy.” He pressed his forehead harder against mine. “Macy.”
With a strangled groan, he climaxed. I could feel his cum hitting my bare thigh and belly and then coating my fingers. I kept stroking him, marveling at the expression on his face and the knowledge I had put it there. He finally stopped me after another seven or eight strokes, covering my hand with his and grunting.
Danny dropped down beside me on the bed. He grabbed me by the waist and hauled me closer, cradling me against his chest. We were both a sweaty, sticky mess and must have looked ridiculous half-dressed. We didn’t care. We relished the afterglow, and all I could think about was when we could do it again and if we could go all the way next time.
His phone rang, and he huffed in frustration. He kissed me tenderly, stroking his fingers through my hair, and then apologized. “I’m sorry. I have to get that.”
“It’s okay.” I needed to clean up anyway. I was a slick mess between my legs, and I had his semen drying on my skin. While he searched for his phone somewhere on the floor, I darted into the bathroom, happy to find it set up with towels and soap, and all the other things I might need to tidy up.
