Daniel doesn’t even question it. If he thinks it’s an odd request, he doesn’t show it. His eyes stay locked on mine as he unbuckles, unzips, and drops trou before freeing his hard length from his boxer briefs.
His cock stands tall and masculine, straight up, red and throbbing for attention. Thick. Annoyed at not being cared for already, and weirdly lonely. Like Daniel. Maybe too big for me.
“What’s its name?”
He grunts. “Come on.”
“Big Dan,” I say, my gaze transfixed.
Daniel’s voice grows more gravelly and dangerous with every passing moment. “You’re killing me, Molly.”
I’m still staring at Big Dan, eyes wide. “I’ve never thought about giving head before, but I kind of want to put that in my mouth.”
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, woman?” he growls.
I see a glistening bead of pre-cum on the tip. My mouth waters. “I’ve read about that. Can I taste it?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart, but I’m gonna explode if you don’t let me make you orgasm first.”
“I will,” I say. “First, I feel like Big Dan wants me to do this…” Without another word, I slip my lips over the thick tip and suck.
“Molly…Christ…,” he grunts.
It tastes salty but not bitter. Not at all what I was expecting. Although, I don’t know what I was expecting, actually. I’m so curious to see how much I can take, so I sheathe his length in my mouth a bit more, but Daniel is not having it.
“No. Not yet. Goddamn it, lie down,” he says. I reluctantly let go of his shaft, but his tone is so demanding it causes my pussy to drip as I obey his words.
Daniel’s hands spread open my thighs and I gasp. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming about tasting your pussy. You OK with this?”
I shiver with anticipation. “Ready,” I whisper.
Daniel’s mouth … oh god, that beautiful, devilish mouth … gently kissing my folds … is the most mind-blowing touch of my life.
No one has ever explored my body this way before. I had no way to even imagine what it would feel like. It’s soft and sweet and teasing and yet so powerful that it lights me up from the inside.
“Oh, Daniel,” I gasp.
He growls against my damp skin as he kisses and licks, drinking me in, growing more forceful with every kiss. The sound of him swallowing my juice for the first time is so surprising and so erotic, my whole body trembles with unadulterated need.
I give in to a sudden urge to pinch my own nipples, but when Daniel notices me doing so, his hands stop me.
“Those are mine,” he rumbles, pinning my arms to the bed, breaking away from my pussy to meet my gaze.
His claim on my body makes me writhe with pleasure, yet I can’t help but giggle. “My nipples are yours, my undies are yours…what else? Do I need to make a list?”
He responds by letting go of my arms and sheathing a finger inside me, while at the same time seeking out—and finding—my clit with his lips.
I’m overcome with new sensations. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I lace my fingers through his hair.
Daniel is showering me with so much attention I might explode with pleasure.
He’s stretching me with one finger, then two, while also drinking up every drop from my slick folds.
It’s so good I might die.
It’s so good I regret this never happening before.
Still, somehow, it’s so good that I am happy that I waited for him.