louder with yes yes. He answered her back with agonized groans and grunts. Her hips began to flick and her legs tightened and trembled against his neck as he beckoned her orgasm to his mouth. Oh my God, Oh my God yes, Daniel yes, preceded her climax. Her legs clamped his neck and she bucked wildly under his mouth. He gripped her waist hard, his fingers digging as he forced her to ride the pleasure nice and tight, making her scream from the intensity.
When she became a quivering mass of soft moans, he eased up, pressing his cheeks against her inner thighs while kissing her folds gently, lapping the silky inner petals with a tenderness and intimacy he had no idea he was capable of.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
He helped her sit up, placing her ass back on his waist, staring up at her, wanting the verdict of how that had affected her.
She was winded and smiling. Her gaze fluttered open and met his. “ Wow.” She panted. “That’s…a nice way to wake up.”
He found himself grinning. He did that a lot with her, he realized. “Glad you liked it.”
She lowered her head to his chest , wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled her body to his. “Can’t believe you did that. Was it…I mean did it…”
He’d prayed he was wrong, that maybe this time he wouldn’t panic. But her display of affection triggered a freight train of the shit, shutting it all down, all that led to good feelings and joy. That was for the well, not the sick, he couldn’t deal with happiness and joy, he just fucking couldn’t. And her middle name was rapture so it would only be a matter of time before he hurt her, when she needed him to be something he wasn’t.
Daniel barely managed not to shove her away. He tapped her hips and whispered, “I need to get up.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, oblivious to the turmoil she created in him.
Fuck.
“I just need the bathroom,” he lied. “Then I’ll put on coffee for you.”
“I’ll start breakfast. ” The excitement in her voice added to his panic. This was the part where he sent women on their way, not let them stay and cook for him. Normal men let them stay.
God, he wished he was normal.
****
Sofia recognized the change in him at the first stiffening of his limbs. She wasn’t sure what happened in his head and why, she just decided to make room for the moment ruining monster until she figured that out. Confronting that beast could turn bloody again.
But after watching him clean up the kitchen in only his jeans, she was sure he was trying to kill her with sexual frustration. Her womb clenched with the need to have his cock driving into her every time she caught sight of it straining in his pants. And was it ever not hard?
“Sooo…” She eyed him from where she sat at the island. “From a…gynecologist’s perspective…” she ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup, “what did you think of my…vulva?” No shame in enticing him.
He shut the dishwasher, turned and leaned against the cabinet, palms on the granite countertop, legs crossed and cock bulging. She gasped a little and shook her head, staring into her coffee for an eye break.
“Your vulva is fine,” he said.
Her heart sank at the fine bit. His tone hinted at casual but there was no way the man was strutting around in all that sex appeal without…sex on his mind. “You know, I um…” She cleared her throat a little. “I don’t…I mean I never like…I usually never talk about this kind of stuff with guys. Wanted you to know. Didn’t want you thinking I was--”
“I knew that.”
She pushed hair behind her ear, needing to somehow convey her feelings for him. She sipped her coffee. What she really wanted was to know if he liked her and how much. Enough to eat her. To finger her. He hadn’t even kissed her. Not on the mouth. Which was odd. “Do you like me Doc?”
She didn’t lift her eyes, afraid to see the look on his face. The length of time it took for him to answer made her chest
When she became a quivering mass of soft moans, he eased up, pressing his cheeks against her inner thighs while kissing her folds gently, lapping the silky inner petals with a tenderness and intimacy he had no idea he was capable of.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
He helped her sit up, placing her ass back on his waist, staring up at her, wanting the verdict of how that had affected her.
She was winded and smiling. Her gaze fluttered open and met his. “ Wow.” She panted. “That’s…a nice way to wake up.”
He found himself grinning. He did that a lot with her, he realized. “Glad you liked it.”
She lowered her head to his chest , wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled her body to his. “Can’t believe you did that. Was it…I mean did it…”
He’d prayed he was wrong, that maybe this time he wouldn’t panic. But her display of affection triggered a freight train of the shit, shutting it all down, all that led to good feelings and joy. That was for the well, not the sick, he couldn’t deal with happiness and joy, he just fucking couldn’t. And her middle name was rapture so it would only be a matter of time before he hurt her, when she needed him to be something he wasn’t.
Daniel barely managed not to shove her away. He tapped her hips and whispered, “I need to get up.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, oblivious to the turmoil she created in him.
Fuck.
“I just need the bathroom,” he lied. “Then I’ll put on coffee for you.”
“I’ll start breakfast. ” The excitement in her voice added to his panic. This was the part where he sent women on their way, not let them stay and cook for him. Normal men let them stay.
God, he wished he was normal.
****
Sofia recognized the change in him at the first stiffening of his limbs. She wasn’t sure what happened in his head and why, she just decided to make room for the moment ruining monster until she figured that out. Confronting that beast could turn bloody again.
But after watching him clean up the kitchen in only his jeans, she was sure he was trying to kill her with sexual frustration. Her womb clenched with the need to have his cock driving into her every time she caught sight of it straining in his pants. And was it ever not hard?
“Sooo…” She eyed him from where she sat at the island. “From a…gynecologist’s perspective…” she ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup, “what did you think of my…vulva?” No shame in enticing him.
He shut the dishwasher, turned and leaned against the cabinet, palms on the granite countertop, legs crossed and cock bulging. She gasped a little and shook her head, staring into her coffee for an eye break.
“Your vulva is fine,” he said.
Her heart sank at the fine bit. His tone hinted at casual but there was no way the man was strutting around in all that sex appeal without…sex on his mind. “You know, I um…” She cleared her throat a little. “I don’t…I mean I never like…I usually never talk about this kind of stuff with guys. Wanted you to know. Didn’t want you thinking I was--”
“I knew that.”
She pushed hair behind her ear, needing to somehow convey her feelings for him. She sipped her coffee. What she really wanted was to know if he liked her and how much. Enough to eat her. To finger her. He hadn’t even kissed her. Not on the mouth. Which was odd. “Do you like me Doc?”
She didn’t lift her eyes, afraid to see the look on his face. The length of time it took for him to answer made her chest
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