Redemption(12)

His chest was bare naturally, and only a small spattering of hair trailed below his belly button down past the waist of his pants. When I glanced up, expecting to see a shit-eating grin, what I saw shocked me. Those organic green eyes stared down into mine; the desire lurked behind something much softer. I hesitated to call it love, but it was more than lust.

“I love that look right there. Your eyes sparkle. The flecks of gold are more prominent when you’re turned on, and the green is crystal clear.”

My lips turned up in a bashful grin. Dan knew I was timid, but I got the feeling he thought it was charming. Slowly, he backed me up against the front door before caging me in with his masculine arms. I wasn’t intimidated, quite the opposite. I craved his taking control. It was there. I could see it lingering behind the emotion. He was holding back, but I wanted him to come full force.

He pressed into the wood behind me, closing in on my face, taking my lips with purpose. Before I knew what was happening, he had broken away and scooped me into his arms. I let him lead and tucked my head into his neck while I clung to him. I was tall and on the thinner side of average from running, but he was still carrying another adult down the hall toward his bedroom. He set me down at the end of the bed carefully ensuring my footing was solid. When he stood, he watched my eyes for hesitation. When he saw none, he carefully lifted my blouse over my head. He pulled the elastic of my skirt down over my hips and allowed it to drop to the floor leaving me in my bra, panties, and wedge heels.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I want to kiss every inch of that porcelain skin.” His words caused me to break out in goose flesh, but I remained silent allowing him the time he’d given me.

I was bashful—I never made the first move with men—but I was confident once we both reached the same place. I worked out not only to feel good and stay in shape, but so I was never uncomfortable in front of a mirror. Had I known Dan would be seeing me I would have picked different lingerie, but he didn’t seem to mind the bikinis instead of a thong or the full coverage in place of lace.

His lips met my shoulder as his hand slid the strap of my bra aside. I remained still when he peppered kisses across my collarbone and to the other side where he repeated the same. He reached behind me, unhooked the clasp, and I allowed the fabric to slide off my arms and join my skirt on the floor. The gentle look in his eyes was gone, and hedonistic desire replaced it.

“Penny…”

He used his hands to cup the weight of my breasts then lowered his mouth to one of my rosy peaks. I gasped when he sucked and flicked his tongue. His fingers gently kneaded the flesh as his teeth nibbled with just the right amount of pressure. I wanted to give him the time to explore, but I desperately wanted to do some research of my own. Dan shifted his attention to the other breast, lavishing it the way he had the opposite. My chest heaved. My breath turned ragged. He hadn’t even touched my most sensitive area, and I was on the verge of exploding.

Unable to wait any longer, I reached out, fumbling with the button on his pants unable to see it. When I finally got it undone, I released the zipper. I heard every tooth come unhinged as the metal came apart. My hands slipped to his behind but didn’t find boxers. Dan went commando which had ratcheted up the hotness factor about a hundred times. “Oh my God.” I released a pant in his ear and almost smacked myself.

I felt him smile against my skin. He knew what he was doing to me and enjoyed it. He toed his tennis shoes off one by one without letting me go, and I dropped his jeans below his butt. He managed to step out of them, releasing me. When he sat on the bed, I removed my panties but left the wedges on and crawled across his lap to straddle him.

“Do you have a condom?” I hated asking the question. I was on the pill but refused to risk pregnancy for anyone, forget STDs.

He held me by the waist with one arm and leaned over to his nightstand to retrieve a foil package. I quickly sheathed his perfect length and took one final look into his basil eyes before sliding down on his cock. My forehead fell to his shoulder, and his arms wrapped around me. Neither of us moved while I adjusted. I hadn’t had sex since Matt and needed a minute. The moment he felt me relax, he encouraged my hips to ride him. His hand met my ass, helping me up and down, rolling on his shaft in perfect measure. Our bodies created a beautiful music only I could hear, but I loved the melody. I held the back of his head with one hand and his back with the other, the symphony exploded, building to the finale.

“Right there.” I barely managed the two words of confirmation to tell him I was close.

His hand gripped my hair in a snug hold. It wasn’t painful—it was controlling. He pumped into me as I reached the crescendo. He grunted his release as my muscles clenched around him in an unrelenting staccato. My body slowed with his, and he held me still sunk deep inside. The words nearly escaped my mouth, those three I could never take back, but I managed to bite my tongue before they could become audible.

Six months in was far too soon to utter something so meaningful.

When our breathing returned to normal, he lifted me from his lap to lay me beside him on the bed.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t budge.”

I watched him move to the bathroom, the muscles in his butt flexing with each step, and the lines in his back demonstrating just how perfect his body was. When he returned, he resumed his spot lying next to me, eye to eye.

“I’d like to take you to meet Brett and his wife tonight.” His fingers played in my hair as he spoke.