Chapter 21
When I come back down, he's released my hips onto the bed and removed his jeans, leaving him in only a pair of snuggly fitting black boxers. I watch him as he lowers those as well, allowing me to see all of him for the first time. I feel amazingly and completely sated, but the sight of his naked body ratchets my need back up to flaming territory. Holy f*ck, this man is beautiful! My eyes roam lower and I see gashes running up his legs. My smile fades.
Daniel’s face grows hesitant. “Don’t feel sorry for me. It was a long time ago.”
“Do they still hurt?” The scars wrap around to the front of him in some spots.
He shakes his head. “No, but they’re more sensitive than the rest of my legs. I’m not sure why.”
Glancing up at him, I ask, “Do you trust me?” He watches me for a moment and I know he’s worried. I ask again, “Do you trust me?” I hold out my hand for him, and he takes it. I stand, pulling him toward me and then drop to my knees. One scar is in front of my eyes, along with his gorgeous length. I wait for him to speak.
He finally says, “I trust you.” But the words are so soft that I know he’s worried.
I press my mouth to the scar and kiss it slowly, sliding my tongue along the marred skin. Daniel sucks in a jagged breath and nearly falls over. He calls out my name and then clutches my head in his hands, leads me back when I pull away. “Please, do it again.”
“Did it hurt you?”
“No, it feels—I don’t know—it’s hard to describe, but I feel your lips on me and it’s intense.”
“Lay down, then.” I smile at him and pull him over to the bed. Daniel looks a little bit shaken. I kiss his temple before rolling him onto his stomach. The worst scars are on the back of his legs, down by his knees. It’s a tender spot anyway, but add in the scar and it’s incredibly sensitive. It’s a spot that I love getting kissed. I thought the scars might heighten the sensation for him, and I’m glad that’s what happened. I wish I could kiss these away, but since I can’t, this is the next best thing.
I crawl on top of his legs as Daniel grabs a pillow in his arms and holds on tight. I lower my head and start to kiss his scars, one by one, tracing them with my tongue and being so gentle that my touch is barely there. Dan’s hips slam down into the bed as he writhes. “Holy f*ck, Gen!” I do it again, and again. Then I trace the scar that wraps around to his front and roll him over, kissing it and beyond. My mouth makes a beeline for his hard length. Daniel is trembling and his voice comes out shaky, but he stops me. “No, not that way. Not this time.”
“I love you, Daniel.”
“I know you do. I can tell. Every kiss is…oh, my god, Gen.”
Before I can utter a word, he flips me on my back and crawls over me, placing himself between my legs. I spread my knees and rise up, wanting him. Daniel locks his body just above mine, out of reach, and pins me to the bed. Taking my face in his hands, he leans down and brushes his lips across mine once, twice, and on the third pass the kiss deepens and I can taste myself on his tongue. I grip his arms tightly, keeping him close, trying to pull him to me, until I'm forced to let him go.
Daniel turns away and picks up a condom I didn't even see him place on the bed and quickly sheaths himself before placing a hand under each of my thighs and spreading them wider. He keeps his gaze on mine as he slowly slips inside me. By the time his body is flush against mine I'm gasping for air. It's been so long since I've had this with anyone and I’ve missed being intimate. In this moment, I’m everything to him.
He stays still after he’s inside of me, silently asking if I'm okay. Instead of answering him, I move my hips, trying to get him to push back. Daniel slides out slowly, almost leaving me completely before he slams back into me. I cry out as he hits every pleasurable spot inside. He begins to move faster and I can tell he's getting close, his thrusts speeding up and becoming more erratic.
Daniel runs his hands across my skin, paying special attention to my nipples, palming my breasts, teasing them with his fingers. He pulls each nipple between his thumb and forefinger rolling them into stiff points as my cries escalate. When I'm gasping for breath and arching my back, desperately pressing my chest closer to him, he leans down to pull each one into his mouth, sucking hard and nipping me gently. His other hand travels down my stomach to the spot between my legs that will push me over the top.
Keeping his hand between my legs, Daniel uses his thumb and presses against my most sensitive part. He begins to alternate his touches, between pressing, pinching, and teasing me by tracing a circle. He watches my face as he tries each thing, taking note of which touch ignites me further. His touch speeds up as he lets my nipple slip from his mouth. He leans back and directs my legs around his waist. I lock my ankles together and give him complete control of our movements.
After just a few more circuits of his thumb, I'm spiraling over the edge, clenching him tightly inside me and bringing him to his own climax. He shouts my name and finds his release, collapsing on top of me. We're both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
After a few minutes, he raises himself up on his hands and slides out of me. He kisses me softly before getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom, completely naked and comfortable with it. It's the first time I've seen his naked ass, and oh my god, what a nice butt it is. I stare until he shuts the bathroom door, then lay back down to stare at the ceiling.