Page 38 of The Dire Reaction

Chapter twenty-one

DANI

I’veneverwokenupin someone else’s arms. I don’t even remember doing it as a child. My mom has always been an “arm’s length” kind of parent, and my dad passed when she was still pregnant with me.

It’s a new sensation, enveloped against Sam’s hot body. His strong arms encircle me. His leg intertwines with mine. The soft movement of his breath over the top of my head is feathering my hair with every soft exhale.

I didn’t know it would feel like this. Comfortable. Safe. Wanted.

Sticky.

My knee is in a wet spot, stuck to the bed. Opening my eyes, the room is too bright. And I realize, seeing the distance to the far side of the bed, that Sam must be barely clinging to the edge.

Because there’s a lake in the middle of it.

I can feel my cheeks burn remembering last night. Never, in a million years, could I have ever pictured doing what we did. Even the few romance books I’ve read, they’ve never done anything close.

But, holy shit, did it feel good. When he pulled me over his knee and I felt his hand for the first time…

My belly tightens, and I can feel the tickle of dampness between my legs. My center throbs, but I can’t rub my thighs together because his knee is between them. Closing my eyes, I try to black out the memories, and maybe I can go back to sleep, to enjoy this moment of warmth for a little while longer.

But, I remember my feet, dangling in the air, while he held me up with only his hand buried inside of me. It almost brings a moan to my lips. I am my own worst enemy. The harder I try to clear my mind, the more images sweep in.

His chest expands against my back, and his arms tighten around me. I can feel him hardening against my hip.

“I can smell you, my horny girl.” His deep voice vibrates me from the inside out. “It’s a very nice way to wake up.” His hot hand covers my breast in a slow sensuous massage. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, then lightly traces it in small circles. Little bolts of electricity flare through me at his touch. My hips move of their own accord, pushing against him. He’s already fully hard and pressing against my back.

His hand drifts down my belly that’s already quivering in anticipation. The calluses on his palm offer a friction I didn’t know I needed when he brushes the trimmed hair between my thighs. With a single finger, he tickles my slit, drifting up and down, just skimming the edges. Teasing me, torturing me.

My leg moves on its own, pushing my knee higher on his hip, opening myself to his exploring hand.

His touch dances above me, so faint I can barely feel him. But, just enough that I know exactly where the tip of his finger sits at any moment.

My body feels like it’s filling with static electricity, the white noise from the radio.

His leisurely strokes follow the full length of me, but still there are only feathery touches against my slick slit. My belly is shaking, and my breath is fast, just little pants. I can’t handle it anymore. I follow the length of his forearm with my hand, trying to push him against me.

He resists easily, a soft chuckle rumbling against my back, pushing a little whine of frustration from me.

“You want it?” he murmurs in my ear.

“Yes, please.” My voice quivers.

He rolls his hips, freeing his steely length from between us and rests himself against my entrance. His fingers finally break through the edges of my folds, running firmly over me, spreading my hot wetness onto himself. When he touches my clit, he rolls his hips, filling me in a single stroke.

I come immediately as my body stretches around him. When he groans and I feel his hips jerk against me, it kicks me even higher. It heightens the wave knowing he’s enjoying it just as much as I am.

His muscular arm grips me tightly, and he rolls me backwards so I’m laying on my back still pressed against his chest.

“It’s yours,” he grunts. “Ride it like you stole it.” When his feet brace on the floor, his large hands grip my waist when I sit up.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. He’s so big. He sinks so deep that it almost hurts. But, when I put my hands on his thighs and rock forward, he rubs against a spot inside me that has heat ballooning through my body.

Straddling him, I raise up until he nearly escapes, then let myself rush down, relishing the feel of his girth stretching me. His fingers dig into my hips as he helps guide my strokes. I can feel the heat coiling where he touches me, his longing evident in his trembling legs. When I sink back onto him, I can’t hold back against the shudders that take over my body. The wave of release is only amplified by his iron grip as he continues to pump into me, groaning as he joins me in euphoria.

Still shaking, my hips jerk when his fingers seek out my clit. I’m still so sensitive from my last orgasm, I cry out as the shock races through me, grinding him deeper into me. His hot back nests against mine, his lips following my shoulder while I writhe against him. Chaotic bursts of pleasure combine with such intensity under his fingers that it almost stings.

“Come for me again,” he croons in my ear. His arm wraps around my belly, pushing me onto him, and I can’t stop myself from arching into his fingers, obeying him. My body seizes in another harrowing climax that leaves me limp against his chest.

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