“Dirty thoughts?”
“What do you think?”
He turned so my back was resting on the door then nipped at my lips with his teeth before kissing me again and carrying me all the way to my room, to my bed.
He set me down then tore off his clothes so fast it felt like one second, he was fully clothed and the next he was beautifully, gloriously naked.
He joined me on the bed. I’d already gotten rid of my shorts, and now he pushed my tank top over my head, exposing my breasts. He cupped each one and kneaded gently. “Your breasts…your perfect breasts.”
I closed my eyes, sighing as he touched me, licking and sucking each nipple in turn. He drew one hand down my belly and I spread my legs for him, moaning when his fingers found my clit.
He teased me and I hovered on the verge of orgasm, sighing out his name and burying my fingers in his hair. When I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore I reached for him, stroking his full hard length with eager fingers.
“Ah, Daphne.” His voice was thick. He drew his hands over my breasts and stomach then gripped my hips and turned me over on my belly.
He lifted my hips and knelt behind me, kneading each cheek gently before finding the wet entrance to my body and stroking it with his fingertips.
My back arched. “Stop making me wait,” I begged.
He sighed. “You’re so impatient.” He kneaded my butt again then spread my cheeks and drew his fingers from my pussy to rub gently at the tight ring of my anus.
“I’m going to fuck you every way,” he promised quietly, and then he pressed his fingers inside, pushing his cock into my pussy at the same time.
The pleasure was too much to bear. My legs were shaking and my fingers gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life. I moaned his name, tears in my eyes as pleasure rocked me to the core.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
I was too weak. “I can’t.”
“Daphne,” he repeated, “touch yourself.”
I lifted one hand between my legs where his cock was pounding into me. My clit was swollen, an explosive mass of nerves. I groaned when I made contact, touching myself while he thrust deep into me and fingered my ass. I couldn’t bear it for long, my body convulsed, and I let go, helpless as I orgasmed in an explosive wave of pleasure.
His fingers left my ass, and both hands tightened around my hips and thighs, holding me in place while he pounded into me, going deep and hard until I was on the verge of coming again.
“I’m coming,” he announced, his voice strained as his body tightened and mine clenched around him. We both groaned as waves of pleasure enveloped us at the same time, leaving us breathless and exhausted.
I collapsed onto my stomach then he rolled to his side and pulled me into his chest, spooning me perfectly while I tried to catch my breath. After a while, he cupped my breast and nipped at my ear.
“So, about that celibacy thing…” he said, amusement in his voice.
I chuckled and turned over to face him. “Not going so well.”
He laughed. “Well, in your defense, I’m irresistible.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, but I was laughing.
“Why were you doing it anyway?” he asked. “The no-sex thing.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Very long story.”
“I have time.”
I considered changing the subject. Did I really want to share aspects of my past with him? I wasn’t sure, and yet I felt closer to him than I’d ever felt to anyone I’d ever been sexually intimate with. I wanted to tell him things about me, and I wanted to get to know him too.
I didn’t want to think about what that meant.
“My dad died when I was eight, then it was just me and my mom until she got married again. Then when I was sixteen, she got sick.” I paused. “I went a bit crazy when she died,” I said quietly. “I was seventeen, lonely as hell, and I started going through boys like…I don’t know, like if I paused long enough to be alone I’d discover how lonely I really was.”