"Feel like celebrating from your knees?" I murmur, dropping a light kiss to her neck. Kissing down the length of it.
I relish the shiver that runs through her at my touch. "I think I can do that," she whispers.
Then she's pulling me down the hallway to my bedroom.
When she yanks me inside and shuts the door behind me, she catches the wince on my face at the last second.
"What was that?" she asks, a frown marring her perfect face. "Did you get hurt?"
I roll my shoulder with another wince. "Nah, I'm just sore. Coach worked me into the ground today after we agreed to take the fight."
A thoughtful look settles on Dani's face, and then she's pulling me toward the bed and pushing me facedown on the mattress.
"Uh, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," I mutter. “I know we joke about you being Daddy but…”
When she lets out a delighted giggle, I have the insane thought that I’d give this girl anything she wanted.
"Don’t worry, besides riding you, I doubt I'd be into owning you," she says with another giggle. "But I'll keep your open-mindedness in mind." She lifts my legs and arranges them on the bed so she can straddle the backs of my thighs. When her hands settle on my shoulders, I immediately melt into the mattress.Then they start to dig into my shoulders, and a long groan sounds from me as she finds a knot with her thumb.
"Fuck, that hurts," I hiss, forcing myself not to tense up.
"Just give it a minute," she scolds. And sure enough, after a painful minute of her digging her thumb into my shoulder, I feel the knot start to loosen and my muscles start to relax.
"God,why are you so good at this," I moan, enjoying the bliss of her hands on me. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her hands running over my body.
"My mom was briefly interested in massage when she was in medical school," she explains absentmindedly, her thumbs working over my muscles. "She always jokes that if she ever needed to go back to work, she would be a masseuse." A bite of bitterness hardens her words. "From the best regional neurologist to a masseuse. What a backwards life plan."
I don't exactly want to engage with Dani on a topic that I already know I won't win, but I can't help myself from saying quietly, "I mean, if she could make people feel half as relaxed and happy as your hands are making me, I could definitely appreciate the career change."
A pause. "I'll be sure to pass the message on."
Her comment reminds me of something, and I hesitate a moment before asking, "Does she know about me?"
I canfeelher stiffen with the question.
"No, of course not," she hurries to say. "Why would she need to know who I'm fucking?"
And even though it's exactly the answer I expected, it still drives a shard of something into my gut.
But I ignore it and roll onto my back, Dani still straddling my legs. I reach for her waist and bump up with my hips so she's higher up on my body. And, wanting to put her more at ease, I make a joke to try to lighten the mood.
“She doesn’t. I’m just wondering if I have a chance with the older Mrs. Monroe—you know, cougars love me.”
It works. The tension ebbs immediately from her shoulders. "You're disgusting," she says with another laugh. And I breathe a sigh of relief that she's not pulling away from me, that she's still here, still running her hands over my chest.
So what do we think about that celebration from your knees?" I murmur, eyeing her from where she's still settled on top of me.
"I think I can make that happen," she whispers, letting her hands run down to my belt buckle. "Still feel like you want to be worshipped?"
"Always," I say, unable to keep the breathlessness from my voice.
She needs no further urging. She undoes my buttons and tugs my pants over my hips, unveiling the proof of my attraction, glancing up at me with an appreciative look.
I expect her to give me a rough and dirty blowjob—the kind she loves to give when I can stay off my knees long enough to let her—so I'm surprised when she leans down to slowly drag her tongue along my length, her gaze glued to mine as she does it. When she reaches the tip, she swirls her tongue around it before sucking it into her mouth.
My head drops back and a deep groan leaves my lips at the sensation. "Fuck,Dani."
She drops down again, taking me deeper into her mouth this time. Again she slides up, just as slowly, still with her eyes on me. Between the torturous pace and the way she's staring at me, it doesn’t take long until I'm completely lost to the feeling ofher.