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He sits back on his knees, and I take off my shirt. He wiggles out of his jeans and boxers, and then it’s just us. Nothing left between us. Two bared bodies and souls, coming together as naturally as magnets. As inevitable as time.
He reaches into his side table and pulls out a strip of condoms. I watch as he rolls one on, checking with me to see if I’m anxious or hesitating. But I’m not, and he can see it in my face.
He settles between my legs again, but rolls to one elbow by my hip and drags his fingers through my wetness. I moan again at the contact and close my eyes.
“Those sounds...” he whispers. He climbs on top of me, bracketing my head with his elbows. “You still okay with this, Nell?” he whispers, stroking my hair, even as the tip of him settles against my opening.
“Yes. Yes, please.” I nod eagerly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He watches every micro-movement of my face as he slowly pushes inside. It’s torture. It’s incredible, sweet, anguished torture. But the soft smile on his face tells me he loves seeing what he’s doing to me. He’s looking at me like he loves me. But that’s crazy, right? What if I’m a serial killer? What if I have a creepy doll collection at home? What if I steal identities?
The set of his brow tells me that he’d deal with all of that, anyway. For me.
And a part of my heart will always carry him with us. I already know this. A part of my heart is already Daniel-shaped, no matter what the future holds.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, wiggling my hips as if to fuck myself onto him. Satisfied with my torture, he begins to fuck me slowly. This isn’t fucking. It’s making love. It’s soft and tender. A quiet explosion of fireworks you can see but can’t hear. He lowers his face to my neck and kisses me there, then my collarbone, then down to my nipple, where he circles it lazily with his tongue. He’s not rushing this for a quick release. He could touch my clit now and I’d explode for him. But he doesn’t want that. He wants this to last as long as possible.
Each drag against my G-spot causes me to gasp and moan. If he wants my sounds, he can have them all. I don’t hold back a single gasp, or moan, or groan.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls against my ear, and everything in me alights at his praise. I can be his good girl. I’ll be his good girl forever if he lets me.
I’m sure I’m drawing blood down his back, but he’s building me up too much. I feel like when I come, my body might not be able to contain it. I feel like my orgasm is going to be so big I might actually explode.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nod with a moan and grind my hips against him, mindless for friction. Mindless for a release, body be damned.
“Alright, baby. Come for me. I’m right behind you.”
He raises on one hand, so he can watch me, and with his other he massages my clit in tiny circles. And I explode.
I think I’m screaming, but it sounds like it’s far away. My toes curl, my fingers curl, and I can feel it to the very tips of my hair. My soul is flung to another realm, while my body experiences something it’s never experienced before. I’ve orgasmed alone and with partners, but it’s never been like this.
Daniel fucks me through it a little faster than before. He bites his lip and grunts my name as he comes inside the condom. He’s glorious like this. He’s pure masculine beauty. Raw. Primal. He was made for this.
He watches everything as I come back to my body slowly. I’m limp, sweaty, and breathing hard, and he’s staring at me like I’m a precious piece of art.
Chapter eight
Daniel
Shy Nell is charming.
Playful Nell is a joy.
Eating Nell is pornographic.
Nell, mindless with lust, is a gift.
Nell coming is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And I know I’m addicted.
I need more of this. More of her. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure it happens. They don’t have slopes in DC, but I’ll get another job - any other job - to be closer to her.
I didn’t know I believed in love at first sight until I met her. Well, maybe not at first sight. Want, lust at first sight, definitely. But as all the sides of Nell have come out today, I feel a little more in love with all of her.
I stroke her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, her sternum, as I wait for her to come back to me. It’s not sexual. I hope it’s grounding for her. Some small touch she can feel and make her way back to me.
