Redemption(19)
I did as he instructed but flinched when his hands met my inner thighs. Gradually he stroked my skin, his thumb running along my sensitive flesh until I relaxed. He kissed along my knees and up my leg with just a hint of tongue, sensually caressing each bit of me encountered. When he reached my center, he gently propped both of my feet up on the bed and encouraged me to scoot back a bit. Then he opened me up like a butterfly’s wings, exposing me to him in the most personal way. He didn’t dive right in, he took his time, feasting on me like I was his last meal, and he wanted to savor every bite.
The way his tongue drew up my slit, flat like he’d lick an ice cream cone, sent warmth flooding over my body. He added two fingers to my tight opening, and my hips rose to meet his face. I didn’t want to rush it. I was desperate to make this last as long as possible. His hands roamed my stomach, up to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them tenderly, then tweaking the nipples while never losing focus on the task below. Dan was a skilled lover, far more so than any I’d ever experienced. He exhaled onto my aroused flesh, blowing a steady, precise stream of warm air from the bottom to the top and circling my clit for what seemed an eternity. At some point, he’d have to inhale, and when he did, the rush of air sent a chill to my heated bits just before his lips wrapped around my clit. Sucking, swirling his tongue, he had me writhing on the bed. My fists closed around wads of fabric while I desperately held on to my composure. I wasn’t ready to release; I didn’t want to fall over.
I concentrated on my breathing, but nothing was slowing down the wave that threatened to drown me in an orgasm. He hadn’t said a word. He’d just given me what he wanted me to have. When his fingertips rested on my hips, and then dug in, I lost my ability to hang on. My moans filled the air and fueled his mission. His fingers resumed their position inside me, in and out, he rode the wave but didn’t allow me to come down. I didn’t know it was possible to climax, one orgasm on top of another, but Dan took me there. When he got the second release from me, he sat up and pulled his fingers to his mouth. Our eyes met, my jaw went slack, and my pulse increased the instant he sucked them clean. It was dirty and erotic, and suddenly, I was ready to go again.
He had never removed my panties and didn’t plan to now. When he stood, he moved toward the nightstand drawer. I grabbed the condom from him as quickly as he presented it, covering his thick length. He stroked his cock twice but never took his eyes from mine. Dan moved the black lace aside and lined up to penetrate me. Instead, he ran the tip up and down my slit, over my clit, and toyed with me. I groaned in frustration, desperate for him to fill me.
“What do you want, Penny?” His words rumbled through the air and washed over me.
Suddenly, bashful, I barely whispered an answer. “You.”
“Me?”
I grabbed at the wrist attached to the hand holding his teasing cock, trying to show him what I wanted.
“I want to hear the words.” The smirk on his face told me he got off on this. He wanted to be dominant in the bedroom, he wanted to talk dirty, and he wanted me to enjoy giving it to him.
“I want your cock inside my pussy. Fuck me, Dan…please.”
“That’s my girl.” There was no hesitation when he plunged inside me.
My mouth gaped open, a gasp I wasn’t able to complete, he’d stolen the air as I adjusted to him. There was no doubt I would be sore tomorrow but knew it would be that delectable feeling I would enjoy with every step I took that reminded me of this moment. He hooked his elbows under my knees for leverage and drove home his desire. Dan liked to fuck, but the way he held my eyes with his, I knew this was much deeper. I could easily believe Dan had never connected to another woman this way. He was power and control, but every move he made was for my pleasure, and he ensured I knew just in the way he stared into me, this was intimacy at its finest.
The authority with which he moved, the way each sway of his hips was perfectly timed, Dan was a virtuoso at the art of fucking, but a novice at making love. I reveled in the fact that I’d be his first, and hopefully his last. The thought fled as quickly as it arrived. The emptiness that resulted from him pulling out was more than I’d expected. Apparently unwilling to work around the lace thong anymore, he slid them down my legs, and they disappeared in the pile of clothing at the edge of the bed. Instead of hoisting me back up into a position he could drive into with force, he laid beside me, drew my leg over his hip, and slowly rolled into me. His hand tucked strands of my hair behind my ear; the rest lay in a fan around me. With each drive in, he made sure I saw his intention in his eyes, that I could read the emotion behind his actions. And in return, I allowed him to see the vulnerability in mine surrounded by feelings I never thought I’d get to experience again.
That night, in his room, with the yellow light from the street shining in, Dan and I told each other how deeply our emotions ran without saying a word.
8
Chapter Eight
I’d barely walked in the door when my phone lit up with a text message. Expecting it to be Dan, I was surprised to see Annie’s name. I’d forgotten we’d exchanged numbers last night before we left and certainly hadn’t expected to hear from her this morning. She was going to the basketball tournament Dan had just dropped me off to attend and wanted to know if I wanted to go. He had just let me out at my house. He hadn’t extended an invitation to watch him play. I worried I’d be overstepping my bounds.