This time, the spatula hit just a little bit harder.
This time, the sensation was just a little bit stronger.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire and by the time he was done, she was a hot, weeping mess. She tried very hard to hold back the tears, but it was nearly impossible this time around. She was quiet as she cried because she didn’t want Alice to hear the noise and come bounding downstairs. She wasn’t ready for Alice to know that Meredith and Daniel were…well, whatever it was they were doing. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they also weren’t exactly not in a relationship, either.
She cried quietly, embarrassed and aching, and then he set the spatula down on the counter. To her surprise, he didn’t turn her around and he didn’t touch her bottom again. Instead, she heard him drop to his knees behind her.
“Don’t move,” he chuckled, and he started licking her thighs, lapping up her juices.
Fuck.
The feeling of his tongue on her legs was exquisite. She’d gotten oral sex before, but never like this. Never from this position, and no one had spent time teasing the skin on her thighs before. That was incredible.
That was wonderful.
She liked it very, very much.
Slowly, he worked his way up the insides of her thighs. He licked and lapped at her.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered, and obeying wasn’t even a choice. She just did it.
And then he was there, licking her pussy, cleaning up all of her juices and tasting every bit of her.
“Daniel,” she groaned, and she held tightly to the opposite edge of the counter because there was nothing else to hold onto.
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Be quiet, princess.”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Surely, he had to know exactly how this was affecting her. He had to know just what he was doing, and she couldn’t hold on for very long. He liked harder and faster and then it hit her like a damn tidal wave. Her orgasm washed over her body, sweeping her up to her toes, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
What the hell had just happened?
She’d never come like that before.
She was exhausted when the orgasm finally stopped, and she was shaking. He rose up behind her and turned her around. Then Daniel kissed Meredith right on the mouth, unembarrassed and unashamed.
“Daniel,” she whispered.
“You’re pretty damn sexy with you come,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said, because she wasn’t really sure what else to say to him. What was she supposed to say to someone who had given her the best orgasm of her life?
“Thank you” didn’t really seem like enough, but it was all she had.
She reached for his cock, but he shook his head gently.
“There will be another time for that,” he said.
“You don’t…you don’t want to come?” She was confused. The guys she’d been with before would get antsy and anxious if they didn’t get to come at the same time as she did. The idea of her coming, and only her coming, had never been a part of her relationships in the past.
“There will be plenty of time later,” he told her. “Right now, I really do need to go feed the animals,” he said gently. “Thank you for a wonderful morning.”
He kissed her again, this time to say goodbye, and then he dropped down, grabbed her pants, and pulled them back up for her. One more kiss, and he was gone, and Meredith was left standing in the kitchen.
What the hell had just happened?
And why had it been so wonderful?
She had meant to ask him what they were doing, and where their relationship was going, but she’d gotten so much more than that.