Page 27 of Chaining Daisy
His eyes fly up to meet mine, but I have nothing more than a lust-drunk expression to offer him. My insides are sparkling and when he gently adds a second finger, stretching me, I can only groan. I’ve used two fingers on myself before, but his fingers are just so much bigger. I have a dildo…but compared to his dick…I think this is going to be a whole new experience. I can feel his fingers sliding, then scissoring lightly, and the sensation is intense.
“Careful,” I warn, reminding him to be gentle. “You might break me.”
“If you need your safe word, use it.”
“And lose out on an orgasm? Yeah, no thanks.”
He chuckles. “Then you might need to take a tiny bit of pain with your pleasure, baby.”
He says that, but his motions contrast his words. His fingers slow, giving me time to adjust while he increases the suction. I lose focus on my worries because hot tingles rush up my spine, and my entire body vibrates with need. I yank on his hair, writhing against his face as I chase my pleasure. He speeds back up, possibly even adding another finger. I’m beyond knowing things at this point.
Stars spin behind my eyes, transforming into streaks of pure energy. My legs find their way up to wrap around Gunnar’s torso. He doesn’t let up, not even when I dig my heels into the middle of his back and use them for leverage to lift my hips and fuck his face.
“GOD YES!” I scream, past any and all playing as the world tumbles down around me and an orgasm rips me to bits.
I writhe and spasm jerkily against him, and his fingers pummel me harder and I can feel myself clenching down on them, feeling so full, so right … until the sensation becomes too much.
“Stop,” I whimper, and he immediately pulls his hand from my breast and his lips rise up from my swollen clit, eyes dancing as he turns to look at me.
He watches me as I catch my breath and my feet and hands start tingling. “You made my limbs fall asleep!” I accuse.
He only smirks at me. “That’s because your body knew it needed blood in other places. Now, look down here. I want you to watch, baby. Watch my fingers come out of you. Look how wet you just got for me.”
He leans back then, so I can see. Both of us stare down at his hand as he slowly extracts two fingers from inside me. I hiss in post-orgasm sensitivity but when his fingers are free, I can’t help but stare. They’re absolutely drenched. Phantom tingles roll through me when he brings them both to his mouth and sucks.
I don’t expect it when he falls forward on the bed, planting his hands on either side of my shoulders so that he makes me bounce slightly underneath him as he ends up in missionary position.
I giggle and smack at his chest, which ends up with me gliding my fingers through his trimmed chest hair as he smiles down at me softly.
“You’re so pretty when you laugh, Daise,” he whispers. And my heart melts.
I’ve never felt like this before…but right now, I’m engulfed in a warm sensation, like I’m swimming through sunshine.
I think it might be love.
It’s definitely not just lust for Gunnar. I’ve felt that for ages. It’s not friendship either—we’ve been able to tease and rile each other up since the moment we met. This is different. Right now, I feel this soft sort of tenderness too. I bring my hand up to cup the side of his face, the rough texture of his five o’clock shadow prickling against my palm. I can’t believe that out of all the people in the world he actually wants me.
My eyes start to mist and he grumbles, “No crying. Or Daddy will think you don’t like what he did and won’t do it again.”
I laugh through my tears. “Don’t make threats you don’t intend to keep, old man.”
“Old man!” He thrusts his length up against my sopping sex and I can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like an old man’s dick to you?”
“Dunno. I haven’t really gotten to feel it yet,” I tease, giggling and blinking until the annoying droplets smear down my cheeks and I can swipe them away.
“Oh, you’re gonna feel it. Just for that, I’m not going to go as slow as I planned.”
“Considering how slow you were downstairs, I’m pretty excited about that. Not sure I’m ever letting you drive to the grocery store again though. I could probably walk faster—”
“Brat!”
His thrust puts an end to all my sass. With a single shove, Gunnar seats himself inside my channel and I have to suck in a breath. It’s so fucking intense—far bigger than his fingers. He doesn’t press in all the way, just hovers with about four inches inside of me, sliding back and forth gently.
“What were you complaining about, baby girl? I couldn’t hear you.”
I don’t have any smart retorts left. All I can do is clamp my hands down on Gunnar’s triceps as he sets up a rhythm and starts to ride me. It hurts at first, in a sharp, pinching way. But as he continues, slow and steady for who knows how long because time starts to lose its meaning, the pain starts to ease, and I can breathe again.
He knows immediately when that happens. I must relax my limbs or something, because suddenly he’s dipping down and stealing a quick kiss.
