And here we go. He wants to shut me up before we’ve even started talking.
Daniel gently bites the tip of my ear and brushes his hand across my belly, reaching to my nipple, which becomes harder after his strokes.
It seems like he's apologizing for being so stubborn and refusing to answer my questions.
But he doesn't know me yet. I'm curious; I always have been. It's not that easy to shut me up.
"I guess I'll go then," I threaten, getting up on my elbow and pulling away from him.
For a second or two, I regret saying that because he does nothing, so I'm afraid he's going to let me go just so he doesn’t have to answer my questions.
But the moment I try to lift the blanket, Daniel wraps his hand around my body and knocks me back to bed.
"I won't let you go, and you know that," he says, pressing me harder against him, reaching for my breasts and squeezing one of my nipples so hard that I cry out loudly in response. "I won't let you go until I'm done with you, do you understand?"
"I do," I whisper, barely hearable, unable to decide if I want him to stop or not.
Probably not.
"Then answer my questions," I insist, extending my hand and reaching for his cock under the blanket. I find it half-hard and wrap my fingers around its length to feel how it tightens up with my every move.
I guess this room's darkness and the realization that it's my one and only night with this man have made me a lot more uninhibited.
"One question." He gives up under my touch, but I laugh in response.
"Ten," I bargain, gripping harder.
"Three," he breathes into my neck, and I feel his body tense when I start moving my hand up and down his dick.
"Five, and I'll let you ask me the same amount," I say, barely breathing, unable to tell why I started this in the first place. Do I want him to answer, or am I so turned on now that I don't care anymore?
"Deal," he says, and I feel his hand moving lower to my center.
No, I can't let that happen; I won't be able to ask any questions if we start having sex again.
I grab his hand before it reaches my pussy.
"I know he's not your biological parent," I say, and the moment these words escape my mouth, I feel Daniel tense even more.
I already regret I asked.
"I'm sure you, with your hacker skills, already know everything about me, so why do we need this game?" he asks in irritation. His voice is cold again, and he’s stopped stroking me.
It's not the first time he’s acted rudely when he's offended. He did the same thing to me when he found out that I was a virgin. I thought he was cold and arrogant at first, but now I know that he simply acts aggressively each time he gets hurt. It's his defense mechanism.
"It's not a game, Daniel." I turn to him and see that he’s looking straight into my face. His eyes have lost their joyful glitter, and his lips are pressed into a thin line. "I want to know the person I spend my first time with."
I place my hands on his chest. Our eyes lock together, and for a couple of long, torturous seconds, we simply stare at each other without saying a word, without even blinking.
"We were close." He finally gives up, exhaling loudly. "I loved him more than anyone in this world."
His eyes don't leave mine as he speaks. His voice gets softer again, and he finally presses his warm palms to my body, stroking my back.
I've missed this touch. It's only been a few minutes since he touched me for the last time, but I feel like I've already forgotten it.
As if his hands are simply meant to be on me.
"I'm so sorry about your loss," I say. My voice is trembling, and I feel how my eyes are getting wet. "I had no idea he was sick. What exactly happened?"