Layers(37)

“My bedroom.” He says casually in a low voice, leaving no place for any debate. And debate will definitely not be coming from my side. As he passes the doorframe, the roughness dissolves from his actions and he gently lays me on the big, inviting bed with himself on top of me. My legs are still wrapped around him and he pins his lower body against mine, turning every fiber from my waist down to liquid. His left arm props him slightly above me. I can see a corner of his tattoo peeking out of the stretched fabric that wraps his cut muscles and find it extremely provoking. With his right hand he caresses the side of my face, looking at me with an intense, lustful gaze. I look back at him, anxious for his touch, for him. Those scars …

“Lower your mouth to me,” I ask, almost inaudibly. “I want to kiss that scar.”

His eyes deepen with feral glee as he bends slowly toward me, allowing me to reach his full lips. I kiss his upper one right where the scar is, my lips slightly parted, circling it, I move the tip of my tongue against the mark, feeling the deep cut. My body responds to the notion with a sweet warm pain that is boiling at my core. His tongue invades my mouth with a breath of Sake and him; mine meets it eager to touch, to unite. His weight on me is just perfect and makes me quiver with yearning. I want your skin on mine. As though reading my mind, he takes off his shirt and helps me get rid of mine. My chest heaves to the sensation of his warm, tight skin against me. He turns his body to lie sideways, his leg between my legs, parting them slightly while pressing my middle gently. I groan softly, looking at him; his eyes gleam in the dim light of the room. He pulls me closer against him, positioning me to face him. His mouth is on mine again as his hand easily releases me from my bra. He scratches my skin, gently pulling down the straps, giving me goosebumps. Revealing my breasts, he bends slowly to taste me with his warm, moist mouth, attending one breast and then the other, while sliding his hand inside the back of my jeans, squeezing softly, pulling me closer to him. I am breathless.




Reaching for his jeans, I slowly unbutton the first three buttons, allowing my hand to slide inside. As I touch him, a low, sensual groan reverberates from his throat, in tandem he deepens the intensity of the movement of his mouth around my breast. Next, with his palm spread flat on my navel, he pushes me until I lie adjacent to him against the bed and shifts to reach my face. Kissing my mouth with a long, warm, eager kiss, he descends to attend my neck, between my breasts, then farther, the tip of his tongue sending electric waves to my groin from the base of my navel. He slowly plants moist, warm kisses from one side of my jeans’ waistband to the other. I tremble.

I run my fingers through his soft hair as he removes my pants and underwear at once. He takes his off, too. He runs his palm over my thighs and in between my legs. To my complete reluctance, he turns to the side and I hear a faint rip. He comes back between my parted legs and in no time, into me. I gasp at the feeling of him filling me; every part of me is enthralled by the sensation.

In slow, sliding movements he makes me burn inside and out. I grab his face with unadulterated desire and consume his mouth. As I do, he returns my gesture, thrusting slowly yet forcefully. I moan, my body heated with electrifying sensations. I wrap my legs tighter and in response his movements become more intense. As they do, I feel myself explode into thousands of pieces of ecstasy; shortly afterwards, I hear him pant loudly as he joins me.

Daniel lies on me, breathing heavily. I indulge in the feeling of being warped by his weight. Inhaling the scent of sex and Daniel, I want him to stay here, right where he is. He finds my mouth and kisses me with feather-like kisses, then slides his head down to nestle on my stomach.

“That was great,” I whisper.

“Indeed it was,” he says, running his fingers across my waist.

“It was the greatest thing since coffee came in lidded cups.”

He chuckles and raises his head to look at me, radiating amusement. “That good?” he says, feigning shock, then laughs.

I join him, giggling. As soon as he rests his head on my navel again, my empty stomach starts to rumble. He raises his messy head to face me with the widest grin and a raised eyebrow. “Now that’s charmingly sweet,” he chuckles, and kisses me at the source of the noise. “Hey, I said I was hungry,” I say in my own defense.

Inching up, he rubs his nose on mine. “Now that we’re done projecting each other’s brains off, shall we get some food in you?”

I nod and look for my clothes. As I follow him to the kitchen, I think to myself how our first time was just a pale prelude of now.

Daniel settles himself on the stool next to mine, shirtless and glorious with a just-got-laid aura that echoes my own look.

“More sake?”

“No, thanks. I need to drive home later.”

“You can sleep over.”

I smile. You want me to sleep over? “I can’t, I have nothing with me and I need to go to work tomorrow.”

“Too bad,” he says under his breath, looking utterly disappointed. “Here, try this one: my favorite. It’s a bit spicy.” He brings a roll tweezed between two chopsticks to my lips.

It itches my tongue, but in a good way. “It’s really good. Mmm, I like it.” My lips pull up. I like you. He’s staring at me intensely. I am so glad to be here, secluded with him, in his place. Which reminds me of the disturbing surveillance gadgets at the gate. “So what’s up with the security cameras?” I say, hoping he can’t read my thoughts about him.