Page 77 of Daniil
That’s a surprise for another day, though.
Now, I owe her an orgasm.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?”I ask as I sink down on the lounger at her feet.
“Yes, but it never gets old.”She starts to get up, but I reach out and gently swirl the semen with my finger.
“Making a mess again,” she says, eyes locked with mine.
“Oh, I haven’t even started making a mess.”I reach for the bathing suit that’s now bunched around her waist.“Let’s get this off—and let me return the favor.”
Her eyes blaze green, but she doesn’t move, a signal that she wants me to undress her—something I’m more than happy to do.
I tug the clingy fabric down, over her hips as she lifts them for me, and then over her legs before tossing it to the side.
Seeing her naked never gets old either and I grab a nearby cushion to kneel on.The pool deck is made of rough stone, and I want to make sure I’m concentrating on her instead of any discomfort in my knees.
“Still a creature of habit, eh, Dan?”Jesper’s voice momentarily gives me pause, because he’s never commented when I’ve been with anyone in the past.It’s somewhat out of character for him, but he’s the last person I want to think about right now.
My focus is on Courtney, who’s spread out beautifully before me.
Talk about something that never gets old—it’s this.The most gorgeous woman I know, wet and ready for me.
I dip my head, taking my first taste, and she’s as sweet and tangy as ever.There’s nothing better than the taste of a woman who’s aroused.As someone who’s bisexual, there are elements of sex with both genders that I enjoy a great deal—but nothing as much as this.Performing oral on a woman I’m crazy about?That’s the epitome of sexual nirvana.
As I lean forward and grip her hips, I bring her legs over my shoulders allowing for full access.Her fingers find their way into my hair, nails digging into my scalp and causing exhilarating pinpricks of pleasure.
Stroking her with the tip of my tongue, I explore every crevice, nibbling on the lips as she shivers against my mouth.Putting on a show is part of the fun but not the main part.Mostly, I like the sounds she makes when she’s aroused, and how her arousal floods my tongue.
She jerks when I stab my tongue into her, but I know she likes it because her breath is coming in short gasps and she has a death grip on my hair.Part of me wants to draw this out as long as possible, let everyone watch me repeatedly getting my girl off, but another part of me is feeling protective.Like she’s in a vulnerable position and it’s up to me to make sure she stays safe.
We’ve come so far in a relatively short period of time; I don’t want anything to potentially break down the trust we’ve been building.I don’t know where this strange and sudden possessiveness came from, but my gut kept me alive for ten years in exile—I’m not going to stop listening to it now.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I murmur, simultaneously burying two fingers inside her and sucking on her clit.She spasms against me, her thighs tightening on either side of my neck, and then her orgasm explodes out of her in a rush of liquid.Her cries echo off the walls, and I can’t help but press on her G-spot, immensely satisfied to feel her go over the edge a second time.
I could probably wring one or two more out of her—I know exactly what she needs me to do to get there—but not here.Not with this audience.Maybe if we were at Club Inferno with strangers, but there’s something in the air tonight I’ve never felt before here at the palace.
Maybe it’s my growing feelings for her.
Maybe it’s something else.
Whatever it is, I’m going to make sure it doesn’t impact her.
Gently, I put her legs down and reach for a nearby towel.I wrap it around my shoulders before scooping her into my lap and using the blanket to cover us.Something else I’ve never done before.
“You okay, sweetheart?”I whisper against her ear.
“I’m wonderful.”Her gaze drifts up to mine and I can tell she senses the shift in my demeanor.“Are…you?”
“I am.”I press a soft kiss on her forehead.“I was thinking maybe we take this party back to my room.”
“Whatever you want.”
“You’re not leaving already, are you?”Jesper asks as I pull my swim trunks back on.There’s a shrouded look in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher, so I opt to keep things light.
“We have to be up early,” I respond casually.“You know what it’s like with an infant.”
It’s not like him to be confrontational so I can’t imagine what’s going on.
