“Keep them wide,” he ordered softly as my thighs tightened.
One finger pushed inside my ass, and every muscle in my body locked tight.
I thought it would hurt.
It didn’t.
Moving slowly, he pulled his finger back out as he thrust his cock inside.
I was past the point of embarrassment or shame. The nerves in my body screamed with pleasure as he pulled his cock back and thrust his finger back in.
His cock slid back in, and his finger back out.
Then there were two fingers. Pushing, pushing, pushing. So slow and yet so overwhelming. The pressure was so intense that I could feel my jaw aching from clenching it so hard.
My arms trembled.
His fingers and cock rubbed against each other through my walls for just a moment as he moved in counterpoint, and I jerked at the sensation. By the third time it happened, I was waiting for it. Leaning into it. Quietly begging for it.
I was pretty sure I was sobbing.
And then he really started to move, and I screamed, the orgasm hitting so hard that my vision went dark.
I was still coming when his fingers pulled out of me completely, and his hand slapped down beside mine as he curled his body over me. His other arm pressed against my mouth, and I opened, sucking the small wound into my mouth as the taste of him intensified every single sensation.
The feeling of his teeth biting into my neck was almost secondary. I was swimming in such a sea of sensation.
By the time I came down, I was draped over the edge of the tub, my forehead resting on my bent arm.
“So fucking beautiful,” Daniel murmured against the skin on my back as he kissed his way down my spine.
I felt so empty when he pulled out that I nearly whimpered. Moving slowly, I let him help me back into the shower, which had grown cold, so he could quickly rinse us off. I wasn’t much help. Every limb felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as Daniel helped me back out of the shower and dried us off. Without a word, he looped my arms around his neck and once I’d latched on, grabbed the backs of my thighs so I’d wrap my legs around his waist.
He carried me naked to my room and tucked me firmly beneath the sheets with a kiss to my forehead. As I let my eyes drift closed, he left the room, came back to get dressed, and then left again. Seconds later, I could hear him just a wall away, cleaning up the bathroom floor where we’d left a huge puddle of water.
Then, nothing.
When I woke up alone, I panicked.
Jumping out of bed, I hurriedly threw on whatever clothes I could find, not even bothering with a bra. He wasn’t in bed with me. Why wasn’t he in bed with me?
I’d fallen asleep thinking that he was just cleaning up the evidence of our debauchery before climbing in with me. Instead, Daniel had left me naked and alone.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I lunged for the door to my room, throwing it open so hard that it banged loudly against the wall. The house was so quiet that I knew no one was inside. Not even Thunder’s snores broke the silence.
Holding back a sob, I raced through the kitchen and out the back door, searching for him. The barn was dark. The yard was empty. The door to the smaller shop was closed and locked, and the chickens weren’t making the noises they made when someone was near their coop. Ignoring the wet ground, I jogged around the house, searching everywhere.
I came to a stumbling stop when I reached the edge of the front porch.
Pop was sitting in his wheelchair, Thunder lying beside him, and Daniel was on his knees in the flower bed, painting the new lattice he’d installed beneath the porch.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Pop called. “You get dressed in the dark?”
My cheeks burned as Daniel’s gaze met mine, and I quickly looked away and down at what I was wearing.
The pajama pants I’d thrown on were zigzagging stripes of lime green and neon orange. The socks—purple. And my shirt was a button-down that Aunt Halle had bought me that I’d never worn before, because I generally didn’t have any reason to wear blouses, and it reminded me of the color of baby poop.
“I, uh…” I stuttered. “How long have I been asleep?”
