“Hey,” he said, pulling my eyes back to his. “I trust you. If you’re sure, I’m clean too. Hell, I’ve never had sex without one.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been in a relationship to go without one.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
“Hanna, I trust you.”
I swallowed any rebuttal, trusting him in return. If he had an issue, he’d tell me. “Okay.”
“God, baby. I want you.”
I expected him to pull back and start working himself inside. I tensed my thighs and braced for it, but this was Daniel, of course, he didn’t rush. He slid his length through my wet pussy, again and again, kissing up and down my neck to my mouth and down to my nipples. When I least expected it, he popped off my breast and pulled back enough to push the head of his cock against my opening, slowly sliding inside.
My eyes rolled back into my head, and my lids slid closed. The darkness for the first time all night, brushed my skin, sending a chill down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter with every inch he pushed in, and held my breath, holding the memories at bay. I would do this. I could do this.
I could freaking do this.
“Hanna, baby. Look at me.” Daniel stopped moving and brushed his thumb along my cheek. “Hanna. Open your eyes. Stay with me.”
Clinging to his gruff voice, I relaxed my fists and thighs, and slowly slid my eyes open. The depth of his stare tugged me the rest of the way free. “Daniel,” I whimpered.
“It’s just me. Stay with me.”
His hand slid into my hair, cradling my head, and the other moved to my hip, holding me steady as he worked himself the rest of the way in.
“Talk to me,” I pleaded, more because I wanted to hear his voice rather than needed to.
“God, Hanna. I don’t know if I trust myself to talk right now,” he groaned, grinding his hips to mine.
“I don’t care. I want to hear it. I want to hear you.”
I didn’t want this to be some encounter I remembered that got me through to the others. I wanted to remember this as the time Daniel made love to me, and I wanted him to be himself. Dirty words and all.
“What do you feel?”
He slid out and pushed back in. “Hot. Wet. Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s all I feel.”
“You’re all I feel, too. Stretching me. It fe—it feels good.”
As if my dirty words were the scissors that frayed the leash he had on his control, his hips snapped back hard, pulling a cry from my lips.
“Does my cock feel good in your tight pussy?”
Rather than falling back into memories, I clung to him, held his stare, stayed in the present. My nipples pebbled tight and scraped his chest. “Yes. Fuck me, Daniel. Make me come.”
He pulled back until just the head rested at my opening. “Hold on, baby.”
And with that, his control snapped. He fucked me harder, stopping every once in a while to grind his hips to my clit, to suck my nipples, and whisper filthy things in my ear that did nothing but make me wetter. He made me listen to the slapping sounds of our flesh and admit how good I felt.
My nails dug into his back, and I clung to the reality he created—a reality I never wanted to lose. A reality that had me swirling and drowning in pleasure so deep I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. I hoisted my thighs over his hips and squeezed, flexing my feet, tightening every muscle just for them to snap, breaking free, floating away into bliss.
“Hanna. Hanna.” He chanted my name, thrusting ruthlessly, groaning his pleasure against my neck. A few more hard pushes until finally, he rested his full length inside me—stretching me to the max—emptying himself deep in my core.
“Fuck. Me.” On shaky arms, he lifted himself off but stayed buried deep, leaning down enough to drink from my lips. “You are fucking amazing.”
He pulled back, and I brushed his damp hair from his forehead, knowing I could die with the vision of his face above me, and his cock still stretching me.
“Thank you.”
Another kiss before resting his head against mine. “For you? Anything.”
I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him to me so tight he could never break free—so no inch of the real world could come between us. I wanted to live here and now.
But before I could act, he groaned and slid from my core, giving me one last kiss before rolling from the bed and heading to the bathroom. God, how did we go all this time without kissing? Even the small pecks peppered throughout our lovemaking had only added to the intensity of the moment. I wasn’t sure I could stop now that we’d started. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Before I could get under the sheets, he came back with a washcloth, gently wiping his cum from between my thighs. I shuddered when he brushed my clit again, loving the way he groaned at my reaction.
Rather than getting up again, he tossed the rag aside and shifted, so we were both under the covers.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms.
Staring out at the dark night sky, the waves of the ocean not quite masking the quiet sounds of music, my pussy throbbing in the best way, burrowed in his arms. My answer was obvious.
“I’ve never been better.”
21
Daniel
A small fist against my chest brought me out of my sleep. Bright light filtered through the open patio, the crash of the ocean only interrupted by soft whimpers. Another hit and my attention shifted to the petite brunette struggling through a nightmare in my arms. I pulled back as much as I could as to not crowd her and add to her panic. The last thing she
