She responds in kind, curling her fingers into my hair and sucking my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. She’s undulating against my very hard dick and moaning in a way that has me almost coming on the spot. I can’t get her off the deck and into my bed fast enough, but as I pull away from the kiss to move to the door, Princess jumps up and shoves her way between us.
I drop my forehead against Danika’s, both of our breaths coming out in short pants. “Shit, she needs to go out.”
She smiles and kisses me slowly before she slides off my lap. “Go quick. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in five minutes. I need to take a shower anyway.”
“Five minutes…then, you are mine.”
Turning back to me from the doorjamb, she grins. “I already am yours.”
My heart somehow manages to make it up into my throat.
Fuck, I hope she means it.
The room is dark when I enter. A sliver of moonlight shining on the bed illuminates Danika’s perfect body—her perfect, naked body.
My cock reacts, hardening while my heart races uncontrollably. I need to get my shit together. We can’t have a repeat of the first night she stayed over.
I’ve managed to avoid the situation again, too afraid of a repeat performance, or should I say non-performance, to even risk letting her get that close again. But tonight, all I want to do is bury myself in here—everywhere.
No matter what I have to do, it’s happening tonight.
I can’t wait any longer. Jerking off just isn’t cutting it anymore.
The moonlight makes her pale skin glow, and she crawls across the bed until she’s lying horizontally across it. While I approach the bed, she never looks away from me.
She grins at me, and even in the darkened room, I can see the desire burning in her eyes. I never thought a woman would look at me like that again, that a woman would ever want me like that again.
Thank fucking God for small miracles, or huge ones, in this case.
“Hurry up.” Her whisper carries across the short distance between us, and I realize I stopped moving halfway to the bed.
“Impatient, aren’t you?”
She giggles and rolls onto her back, hanging her head over the edge of the bed and looking at me upside down. “Aren’t you?”
Hell yes!
By the time I make it to bed, she’s back on her stomach, watching me with anticipation. She scoots back onto her heels to give me room to join her, and her breasts sway hypnotically. I can barely take my eyes off them as I climb onto the bed. The heat in her stare gives me goose bumps.
She looks like she wants to devour me and fuck if I’m not ready to let her.
The moment I settle in bed against my pillows, she’s on me, swinging her legs across my hips and straddling me.
I don’t even have time to get my clothes off. She hovers with her lips an inch from mine and stares into my eyes. “You’re going to stop being so overprotective, right?” The heat of her core scorches my cock. She rubs against it and I can’t even pretend I’m not on the verge of coming in my pants.
“Huh?”
Did she ask me something?
She brushes her lips against mine softly, barely touching them before pulling away. Her words finally register in my lust-hazed brain and I manage a quick, “Yes, of course,” before capturing her mouth in a full-blown, claiming kiss.
I need her to know I’m sorry for being overbearing. Sort of. I won’t apologize for being worried about her, but I will try my best to keep my overprotective instincts under control.
I need her to know I’m not going to let her go. I’ll do anything to make this work with her.
I need her to know she’s mine. I just pray she feels the same way.
While our mouths and tongues thrash together, her fingers deftly unbutton my shirt. She yanks it from my pants and pushes it down off my shoulders. She pulls away long enough to let me free it off my wrists and toss it across the room.
She scrapes her nails down my bare chest and fire blazes through my body.
Fuck yes!
Maybe it’s because we just had a fight, a real one; or maybe it’s because we’ve waited so long for this moment. Whatever it is, the air is thick with unspoken words and I know tonight is important.
To me.
To her.
To us.
We need this. We need to solidify the relationship in a very tangible way, and it’s my fault we haven’t already. I’m not stupid. I know she’s frustrated with my continued avoidance of her touch. She has to know something’s up, but how the fuck can I tell her the last time she tried to grab my dick I fucking deflated like a Macy’s parade balloon after it smashes into a power line?
Stop thinking about it, asshole.
Her mouth on my collarbone breaks my brief moment of self-doubt and she slips the button of my pants open before sliding the zipper down. I didn’t intend to go commando today, but I forgot to throw my boxer briefs in my gym bag this morning.
Thank fuck I was forgetful. It got me to this moment so much faster. She slips her hand into my pants and I hold my breath.
When her fingers finally cup my cock, I’m momentarily in nirvana. I barely feel the bang of the back of my skull against the wooden headboard. The only thing in my world is the feeling of her warm hand on my flesh.