Page 59 of Kiss My Glass
I must have let out a small noise because Danny groans, too. “Can we lie on the bed now?” he says. “My knees are starting to shake.”
“No stamina,” I say, with a smile.
I position myself on the bed in my best pin-up pose, one knee up, one hand on the pillow behind my head. Modesty aside, I have sensational boobs and I arch my back to show them off to best advantage.
“We’re still going slow, right?” Danny says. “Just … you know, checking, in case you’ve changed your mind?”
“Kiss me everywhere,” is my instruction. “Head to toe. Or vice versa, not fussy. And yes, slowly…”
Danny gives Lil Danny a quick squeeze at the base to get him to behave, and with admirable athleticism, positions himself above me like he’s about to do push-ups.
“I’ll keep going until my arms give out,” he says. “Can’t promise how long that will be.”
And he starts to kiss me, gently, unhurriedly. He kisses my forehead, my eyelids, my mouth (far too briefly), my chin. My neck, my throat, my shoulder blades, my breasts, my nipples (again, too briefly). Every place his warm mouth lands instantly becomes lava, and I begin to arch up to meet his kisses, as he blazes a trail down my body. My eyes are closed, so I can focus only on the sensation. Danny’s kisses on the soft skin by my hip bones almost make me beg for mercy, but then he’s off down my left leg, on the inside where it’s most sensitive. He kisses the tops of my feet and then starts up on the inside of my right leg. And then I gasp, as his tongue finds my center, and steadily circles and flicks and strokes until I think I’ll expire if I don’t come right now. Suddenly, I’m desperate to feel him inside me, to fill me as I orgasm.
“Now!”is all I can say, and he’d better understand what I mean.
Glory, he does. Quickly wipes his mouth, grabs the condom, and rolls it on. My eyes are open now because I want to watch his every move, his muscles as they work, the urgency in his face, as he lowers himself over me again, and I guide him in.
“Ah, shit,” he mutters. “Are you okay if I?—?”
I’m beyond okay. Every one of Danny’s strong thrusts sends me higher until I orgasm like a fighter jet breaking the sound barrier. Danny joins me up in wild blue yonder, and his orgasm sends electric pulses of pleasure through me that become one with my own, a series of rippling and tingling little aftershocks that take eons to subside. Force nine quake on the Richter scale. Everything destroyed. We’re the only two people left on earth. Yes. It seems I’ve become mildly unhinged.
“We forgot to take it slow,” I hear Danny murmur. His face is buried in my hair.
“That’s because we suck at sticking to a plan,” I murmur back.
Danny props himself up and looks down at me. His hair is all mussed up and his face is soft with post-sex peace. His eyes are faded denim blue, your favorite pair of jeans blue. I find myself falling into them, like I’m floating in the sky, falling, falling?—
Shit. Danny and I react the same way at exactly the same time. A jolt, like we’ve suddenly smacked hard into the ground. We gaze at each other wide-eyed.
“Oof,” says Danny.
He’s still searching my face. I have no idea what he might see in it. My brain is desperately trying to re-boot.
“Uh, do you think…?”
Danny’s braver than I am. Most of me wants to pull the covers over my head and pretend no one can see me. But there’s a tiny part that absolutely needs to confront this.
“Could be,” I say. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never felt it before.”
“Really?” Danny’s genuinely surprised. “Not even a high school crush?”
“Nope. No Daddy-issue attachments to college professors. No awkward attractions to work colleagues. No regrets that one-night stands were only one night. No distance-stalking through social media. Nada.”
“Incredible.”
Now Danny’s amused, damn him. This is no laughing matter!
“I’m picky!” I say. “And private. And cautious…”
And terrified. Of giving my heart to someone who’ll shatter it into a million pieces.
Danny’s not smiling now.
“I’m far from perfect,” he says, softly. “But when I commit, I give it my all. I can’t guarantee I won’t piss you off at times but I’ll always do my best.” He hesitates. “If you’ll let me…?”
Such a simple question. Such a huge one. Because whatever answer I give will change everything. And there’ll be no going back.
