When he leans in for a kiss, I press one palm over his heart. “I have to… you need to know… even with the condoms, I’m not on birth control. Haven’t had a need for it recently.”
“And I have no diseases. We’re good and we’ll be careful, babe. Ah, sweet December, let me love you. Tell me what you want.”
“You. All of you.”
He groans and captures my mouth in a kiss. I welcome the thrusting sweep of his tongue then the trail of damp it leaves as he nips and soothes his way to my breasts. Having attention focused on my nipples really turns me on so I hold his head in place while he sucks and laves. My moan of disappointment is loud when he eases away.
“Deca, I’m dying to taste you, but not today. Not with your ankle.”
“My ankle is fine. I want you to… to do that.”
One hand slides down my leg and gives my wrapped ankle a poke. I yelp and jerk from the touch, then yelp again. I roll my gaze. “Okay, but what can we do?”
His hand moves to my mound. “Plain old missionary should be fine if we’re careful.”
That’s what I’ve had the most experience with, so I’m good. His fingers trace along my seam then dip down and tickles my clit. “Dane.”
“That good, babe? Keep telling me what you like.”
“You… oh, yes… that too.”
He chuckles as he works his fingers over me, circling my clit, makes me sigh. “What I like is you like this. Natural. No naked pussy. No fancy shaving patterns. Just you the way you were made. Made for me.”
Not that I ever considered shaving anyway, I make a silent vow to remain as natural as possible. I tilt my hips giving him more access.
“Good girl,” he croons, tracing his fingers to my entrance. ‘Kiss me, Deca.”
I hold his head between my palms and pour every ounce of feeling into our kiss. It’s passionate, sloppy, filled with what words can’t say. He slips a finger inside me as his tongue strokes over mine. Then a second finger, moving in a slow advance and retreat.
Gasping for breath, I break the kiss and he moves to a nipple. “Oh god…”
“More?” he asks, moving from one nipple to the other.
“Please, please.” I’ve never felt the tightening of my core this strong. Or sensed how wet arousal makes me. I want… need… “Dane, please.”
His fingers curl inside me, pressing against that place I seldom find for myself. The rhythmic pressure makes me gasp and moan. His thumb circles my clit. His pursed lips pull on my nipples. He’s relentless.
My orgasm explodes with my silent scream. Dane’s actions slow but continue as I come back to myself. I open my eyes to Dane’s smile.
“Hey, babe.”
“Oh my gosh, Dane.”
“Good?” He lifts his hand and licks his fingers. “Yeah, babe. Very good.”
seven
Dane
Deca’s eyes are wide as I lick her sweet essence from my fingers. Waiting until I’m convinced she won’t move her ankle too much when we’re screwing, I enjoy categorizing her changing emotions. She’s embarrassed by what I’m doing, so I make a low, growling sound of pleasure while holding her gaze. A fresh rise of pink fills her cheeks.
An orgasmic aftershock shakes her body and surprise dominates her face. Maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part, but I don’t believe she’s ever had an orgasm quite like the one I gave her. Finding ways to give her more is a challenge I’m willing to accept. My cock throbs in agreement.
She starts to speak twice before she finally manages to say, “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m well pleased, babe.”
She thinks about that a moment. “But you didn’t come. I want you to have that, too.”
