He stares at my pussy, and as his cum seeps out of me, he spreads it all over, paying special attention to my clit.
“Daniel,” I whine, spreading my thighs further for him. “I’m really sensitive.”
“I know, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh but doesn’t stop rubbing his cum on my clit. “You’re going to come for me one more time.”
“I don’t think—” I gasp, fisting the cushion as I feel the pressure build up. My eyes widen and lips part open as he continues to play with my swollen nub. But I lose it when he spreads my lips and laps it, long leisure licks that feel like fucking torture. It’s too much. I’m sitting up, pulling his hair, attempting to stop him, but I’m also grinding into his mouth.
And like that time in the shower, pressure grows until I can’t hold back. I know it’s not just an orgasm because it feels so different. What I’m feeling right now is an out-of-body experience. I drift into a different universe as I squirt.
It gets all over him, and I’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he’s reveling in how it lands on him.
I’m physically shaking when I come down from my high. “I can’t believe you made that happen again.”
I know there’s a mess, but I don’t dare look. I’m still very turned on but tired.
I don’t fight him when he lifts me up and carries me up the stairs. “I told you it would happen again. I love watching it.”
I nuzzle into his chest and say nothing more as he brings us into his shower.
50
JOSEFINE
“Doyou want to talk about it?” I twist on my side, resting my chin on Daniel’s bare chest.
He raises his arm behind his head, smiling down at me. “I’m fine, I promise.”
It’s the last day of March. A few months ago, that meant nothing to me—just another month passing by, but this time around, it’s different.
April is the month that Adrian passed away, and from what Penelope has told me, it’s a very hard time of year for her family, especially for Daniel. I don’t one hundred percent understand grief. It’s always weirdly evolving, never consistent but it’s there. This past December was rough for me. I almost ended my life over it. I wasn’t even close with Mom, but I struggled.
But unlike me, Daniel was close to his brother, so I know if my mom’s death anniversary was hard for me, this time of this month is difficult for him.
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to push, but I want to be a good girlfriend. I want him to know that I’m here for him, that I’m not emotionally stunted. That I can be someone he can feel comfortable sharing things with.
“I’m sure.” His voice is gentle and sweet, easy to get lost in, but something about it feels off. “We shouldn’t go. Let’s just stay here. I’ll grab takeout and we’ll go for round three afterwards.”
I force my lips to raise, not wanting to look like I’m disappointed. He’s not expected to share how he feels. He’ll talk when he’s ready.
Usually halfway through the season, the baseball team meets up at one of their teammates’ houses for a small get together. And as of now, they’ve won all twenty-eight games since the season began, so they really want to meet up. They’re also all kind of superstitious, or at least most of the team is. Daniel isn’t, which is why he doesn’t care to be there.
“You’re the captain. You need to be there.” I grab the safety pin, twirling it around my finger. “And I’m pretty sure we’re past round three.”
It’s been four days since we had sex in the living room, and since then, any chance we get, we’re naked—in all the areas of the house and in all the positions we can think of.
That’s how we found ourselves in his room. Our hiking class was canceled and he didn’t have practice today, so we came straight home.
“I’m talking about today.” He grabs me and slips me over his body so I’m straddling him.
The sheets pool around his waist, leaving me naked on top of him. He raises his hand, brushing the hickey on the side of my breast.
“The next round can happen later tonight, I promise.” I drag my finger along his abs, feeling goose bumps grow beneath the pads of my thumbs. “We need to go. I don’t doubt Angel will drag your ass out of here. He seemed pretty serious.”
He blows a raspberry. “I know he will. You know, I won’t be upset if you don’t want to come. I have to put up with Bryson, but it doesn’t mean you have to.”
I thought about that and couldn’t bring myself to care. “I know but I’m not going there for him. I’m going there for you. He’s pretty forgettable. I probably won’t notice he’s there anyway.”
He chuckles, tracing designs with his finger on my thigh. “He said a lot of shitty things, Josie. If he says something to you, I won’t?—”
