Page 45 of Spoil
I gently give her one finger, and then another, and as I work her G spot, she comes and comes hard. Her inner walls squeeze me, her thighs squeeze my shoulders, and her taste floods my tongue. But even as her tremors subside, I don’t let her come down; I keep working her, gently, but insistently.
“What? Wha? Daniel!” she shouts when her body rolls immediately into a second orgasm. Her legs shoot out straight this time, trapping my ears between her thighs.
I keep stroking her, urging her body into a third orgasm. Her hands push at my head, trying to push me away. I’m sure her body is over-sensitized and tender.
"Daniel! I can’t. I..." her breathy voice objects.
“Give me another, baby. Please? You can do it,” I say, kissing each of her thighs before taking her clit into my mouth again and sucking.
On a long, guttural, almost inhuman moan she does. It’s not as strong as the first two, but her back arches, her hands fist the sheets above my head, and she comes for a third time.
When she collapses bonelessly, against the mattress, I know she’s done. I crawl up her naked body and press my weight into her, finally poking my head out from under the comforter and watching her blissed-out expression. She’s a work of art. Pale cheeks flushed, sweaty hair sticking her to cheek and forehead, a soft, Mona Lisa-esque smile on her lips. Right now, she doesn’t have a care in the world. Pride fills my chest that I could do that for her.
Earlier in the night, I could feel the distance growing between us. The tension that Family Dinner and her sisters had created between us demanded a reconnection. And like this? Like this, I feel closer to her. When it’s just her and me, alone in a room, loving each other exactly how we were made to.
Is it too early to tell her I love her? I kind of admitted to it when I told her what I wanted. But admitting it right now might bring back some of the tension. It might be an unconscious demand for her to say it back or analyze what we are. So, I’ll let it be for now.
When I start to wonder if she’s fallen asleep, her eyes blink open, unfocused at first. But when she sees me, her smile widens. Her hand reaches up and brushes my hair down. It must have gotten crazy under the blanket, but she just smiles at me. “You’re crazy,” she whispers, and I fall even more in love with her.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She’s sweaty, and the room smells like sex, but it smells like her. Like how she left my bed at the ski resort smelling all those years ago.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my chest aching to make her heart understand, to accept us.
Her hand strokes my hair again. “You’re mine,” she repeats.
Chapter twenty-two
Penelope
Iwrap my arms around Daniel, holding him close to my body, but as I run my hands up and down his back, I realize he’s still fully clothed. I frown. I don’t like that.
I press his shoulders up and tug at his button-down shirt.
“Take this off. I want you naked with me,” I pout. I want warm skin on warm skin. I want the feel of his chest against mine. I want to be able to touch him the same way he touched me.
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me as he leans up and kneels on either side of my hips.
My skin tingles and sets off bursts of pleasure wherever it rubs against the sheets. My brain is a happy haze of lust and satisfaction as I watch his long fingers undo the buttons on his shirt and his shoulder muscles flex as he shrugs out of it and lets it fall to the floor. He’s wearing a tank top that he peels off, too. That night years ago, I didn’t get nearly enough time to watch him and take in his body entirely. He’s put on some muscle with his age, and it looks incredible on him.
Soft brown hair peppers between his pecs and peaks up from the top of his slacks, and it makes me want to run my tongue along it.
He unbuttons his slacks slowly, dragging the zipper down, and I realize he’s enjoying my torture. I’m thoroughly wrung out from orgasms, but my eyes still drink him in hungrily.
Impatient, I reach out to tug his boxer briefs down so I can take what I want, but he simply chuckles and sidesteps me. Daniel reaches out and drags his thumb along my pouting lower lip.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to put that mouth to good use,” he says, his voice so low and sexy it sends a shiver through me.
I nod eagerly, swiping my tongue across my lip. His cock springs out of his boxer briefs, hard, hot, with a bead of precum already smeared across the head of it. I want more than anything to give him half the pleasure he’s given me tonight, but my body is also exhausted. The thumb that earlier caressed my lip moves to my cheek, and his hungry gaze softens.
“Not tonight, sweetheart. I think you’ve hit your limit. I’m so proud of you.”
My eyes pinch shut as his praise washes over me like a warm blanket. Has anyone ever told me they were proud of me? Has anyone looked at me with the adoration and heat that Daniel looks at me?
My brain is pleasantly foggy, but my first instinct is no.
My eyes open again as I hear him move. He straddles my waist again, his hand gripping his cock hard.
“I’m not going to last long, baby. You look so fucking good when you take me.”
