I know!I want to scream, but words stick in my throat because I don't want to believe them. The attraction I feel between us is so different from anything I’ve felt before. I don't want to think it's going to end after only one night.
"I know," I say quietly, clearing my throat. "I won't ask for more, I promise."
"And you won't come back here," he warns, his lips inches from mine, "ever."
I nod, unable to say a word, and at that same moment, he presses his lips to mine.
Hungrily, eagerly, as if he couldn't wait until he does it.
I wrap my hands around his neck, and he grabs me by the waist and holds me up so I circle my legs around his body, pressing my naked pussy to his shirt.
I didn't wear any underwear, because I wanted him to be surprised when he realized it.
When he feels the warmth of my wet pussy over him, he pulls away from me a little, but only to say, "You're a naughty little lamb, Savannah."
Lamb...he called me that before, and for some indescribable reason, I like it. I like how he holds me and calls me a pet name because I'm sure that he’s never done anything like that with anyone else before.
Our lips meet again, playing with each other, sucking hard and then letting go. Our tongues dance in their own rhythm.
Daniel walks to his bedroom, holding me as tightly as if I'm his most valuable gift.
This time, he doesn't rush; he doesn't throw me on his bed. Instead, he places me carefully on the edge, without breaking our kiss.
"I can't promise I'll be gentle all the way," he whispers, pushing his hands under my dress and raising it higher. "You have to tell me if..."
He stops and looks up at me. When our eyes meet, he doesn't say anything, just looks at me as if trying to figure something out, as if deciding whether to tell me something or not.
"I've never been with a virgin before," he whispers, and I chuckle involuntarily, slightly shaking my head at how ridiculous it sounds.
But when I look at Daniel again, I see that he's not joking.
Is he serious? Like, for real? He has never had sex with a virgin? But what about his first time?
No, I don't want to think about Daniel's first time or any time when he was with other women.
Because it's not about them, it's aboutus.
I open my mouth to say something, but then I close it again because I don't even know how to respond to what he just said.
"I like rough and fast sex," he continues, saying this with a little shame in his voice as if he's embarrassed to admit it. "I never do slow and tender, I never even..."
He stops again and takes my neck in his palm, stroking the beck of it so gently that I start doubting his words. His actions do not agree with them at all.
"What?" I ask hoarsely, my heart beating faster.
He can't let me go, and I don't want that, not after what he just told me, not after how he made me feel.
"I don't kiss on the lips," he whispers as one hand strokes my neck and the other brushes the inner side of my thigh.
I would've laughed once more if I hadn't seen his face and become entirely convinced that he was telling the truth.
"Then why did you kiss me?" I breathe out heavily. The arousal this man builds inside of me is growing with each second.
"I don't know," he says before leaning into me and pressing his lips to mine again.
We kiss slower this time, more leisurely. Daniel teases me by brushing his lips over mine and then pulling back, but without penetrating my mouth.
Before this one, the kisses we had were rapid, fast, hungry, as if he’s been starving for them for ages. This time, he kisses me so gently and slowly that I start to melt in his arms, my body tension evaporating.