He stops fucking me with his tongue and starts to play with my clit instead. His tongue makes me forget my own name with the way it's speaking to my clit and I'm boiling inside, arching my back and pushing his head closer to me until I'm riding his face.
It's all too much. Then he takes my clit into his mouth, he sucks on me and I cry out of nirvana, not caring who can hear me and I'm breaking, trembling, shattering into an explosion of happiness when my orgasm rips through me.
Danny feels my orgasm and he hums with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a loud vibration from his phone intrudes our enclosed world and Danny stops fucking me with his mouth and lets go of my clit. My head drops down onto the couch when I realize he’s stopped, his attention elsewhere.
I didn't think I was the type of girl to have sex with a guy she barely knew but with Danny... I felt like I just might become one. I've never felt this way with any man. I've never connected with someone on so many levels. The age difference was intimidating, and it makes me feel like I was out of my element being with an older man. It felt dangerous, inviting, and tempting.
Both of us breathe hard as we stare at each other, a fire has been ignited between us and I didn't want it to get put out just yet. His thumb brushes over my lips, and I hear a low, deep frustrated growl coming from Danny’s throat.
"Sorry about that, I always have to be on alert with my phone." Danny turns away from me as he pulls out his phone and I rest on my back to the couch, taking a deep breath in, trying to calm all of my awakened nerves.
I watch Danny as he looks at the screen of his phone and I can tell it wasn't good since his whole demeanor changed. His jaw clenches, his body stiffens, and he looks upset. My thoughts are scrambling and I’m wondering what could have appeared on his phone for it to kill the mood entirely.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
Danny locks his phone screen and turns to me with a reassuring smile.
"Nothing," a short pause fills the room.
“Work.” He says putting his phone down on the coffee table. Would work really be texting him this late?
I don't know much about how his job works but what I did know, was that it sounded like a lie.
Lightning strikes close by as I see familiar blue rays flash through the windows again. Thunder follows and growls loudly and the whole house shakes.
"So—" I was about to ask if he had a condom before he interrupts me.
"We should go to sleep. I've got to finish up some stuff here and make sure everything’s good to go before I leave for deployment. I'll sleep on the couch and you can take my bedroom." Danny says cutting me off. His voice was curt and cold. He adjusts himself farther away from me on the couch.
My heart drops.
What changed? Was that his girlfriend calling him and notwork?
Oh. Gosh. He must have a girlfriend. He’s absolutely gorgeous, why wouldn't he have one? I should have asked.
Wait.
If he had a girlfriend, why is he kissing me then?
A thousand questions were running through my head, and I need to slow myself down.
I begin to dress myself again pulling up my bottoms and relapsing my bra together.
I look at him, fully clothed again, confused and slightly hurt. Danny finally looks back at me after staring at his phone again. I can tell he knows how I’m feeling. I’m easy to read and it’s one of my flaws I strongly despise.
"I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." Danny says not looking at me.
"I get that. Trust me I do..."
I was leaving for Iraq very soon. I was extremely nervous and scared. Signing up to work at a hospital overseas to help out our military men like Paul, had me on edge. This night with Danny felt like such an amazing distraction from the stress of it all these past few months.
I felt like I just got rejected when things were going so right between us. My throat feels dry so I look down at the drink I left earlier and drank more, the cold liquid going down my throat. Danny turns to me and he’s staring daggers at me the entire time.
"I would very much like to fuck you until the sun comes up." Danny's deep husky voice says with confidence. I was not expecting him to be so blunt, so much so…
I started to choke on my drink.