He visibly relaxed and the lower half of his face spread into a grin.
“Your place or mine?” he asked.
“Mine is closer.”
“Good point.” He grinned before pulling his jersey off and wrapping it around my shoulders before leading me upstairs.
A giant squeal erupted from my lips when he scooped me into his arms and tossed me onto my mattress. He covered my body with his before I could bounce a second time.
“Are you sure you’re ready, Emma?” he asked as he pulled his jersey away from my body and cupped his hands around my breasts, giving them a gentle caress.
“Yes.” I ran my fingertips through his beard.
“I mean, are you ready for this?” He sat up and wagged a finger between our bodies. “Us. Should we talk about it?”
“Dan, my life is kind of a mess right now, and I don’t have the bandwidth to wrap my head around even trying to think about the future or a relationship.”
He replied with a nod as I continued to caress his face.
“For the first time in my life, I’m taking things one day at a time and living in the moment. And in this moment, I’m exactly where I want to be and with the exact person I want to be with.”
His smile widened and he leaned forward, covering my body with his again.
“So to answer your question, yes. I am fine.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.
“But”—I quirked an eyebrow—“I’d be even better if you took my pants off.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a cross between a whisper and a growl as he began to trail kisses down my chest and torso.
I pulled myself onto my elbows to watch his descent between my legs. He hooked a finger under the button of my jeans beforetugging them over my hips and dragging the fabric over my thighs, then down my legs.
“Fuck, Emma.” He pressed his nose into the crotch of my panties, grazing his nose over my clit, causing me to moan.
“Dan,” I moaned and tangled my fingers in his shiny dark hair. I gripped his curls while I circled my hips, pressing myself into his face. My body desperately sought the pressure and friction that I’d been denied for months, or maybe longer.
My noises of pleasure increased as he continued his exploration of my body. His fingers gently trailed the skin above the elastic waistband of my panties. He planted featherlight kisses and licks on my inner thighs. The sensations were overwhelming, and I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been touched like this. This didn’t feel like lovemaking; it felt like worship. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and buzzing. I was close to an explosion and Dan hadn’t even removed my panties.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg, Emma,” he said in a husky voice. “Lay back, beautiful.” He reached for my hands and slid them forward, releasing my elbows and causing me to recline fully on my bed. “I’m gonna take my time with you.” His fingertips brushed my inner thigh, causing me to spasm beneath him. “How fond are you of these knickers?”
“What?”
“Your underwear, Emma.”
I had to consider his question because coherent thought wasn’t my strong suit at the moment.
“They’re not my favorite,” I stammered. “They’re okay, I guess.”
“Good.” He grunted and I was greeted with a cool rush of air when Dan ripped the seam of my panties and pulled them off.
A gasp of surprise escaped my chest, which was cut short by Dan pressing my thighs open and swiping his tongue over my clit. I’d never experienced anything like what this man was doing between my legs. I also didn’t know ripping panties off was a thing that happened outside of movies or books. There would probably be welts on my hips in the morning, but at least these marks didn’t come from being kicked by an animal or slipping on lord-knows-what in the barn.
My moans gave way to grunts as Dan continued to devour me like a starving man. He slid two fingers into my cunt and began to massage me from the inside while his tongue did unimaginable, amazing things on the outside.
“I’m coming,” I panted, almost in disbelief. The orgasm that Dan had slowly been building, brick by brick, from the moment he’d laid me on the bed reached its crescendo in high-pitched squeals and paroxysms of ecstasy that left me clutching helplessly at the sheets with my heels digging into his back. Then something unexpected happened, something that’d never happened before.
