The tension immediately disappears from her shoulders. Her eyelids droop, and a small smile appears on her lips. Then she leans forward so her hands are braced beside my head instead of my chest, which brings her weight over me and her face closer to mine.
"Are you saying you're not enjoying this?" she purrs, her hips never stopping their slow and sexy rolls.
My grip tightens on her waist. "I'd like it better if you came soIcould come," I admit.
She lets her gaze travel over my face for a moment, before the full smile blooms across her face. A second before she picks up the pace of her hips.
"Ohfuck,Dani," I groan. She's not using slow and lazy movements anymore, she's riding me for broke and forcing me to hold back my own orgasm while she works for hers. I grit my teeth and let one hand travel between us so I can press my thumb to her clit and start rolling circles.
"What about now?" she asks, though her voice is breathless this time. "Do you feel celebrated yet?"
"Getting there," I say in a tight voice. My thumb circles faster.
When her breath hitches, my gaze flies to her face. She's staring at me in a way she's never done before, looking so open and vulnerable that my own breath catches. I have no idea what she's feeling, but she seems to want to say something.
I don't push. I just let her look and wait.
After a moment, she lowers her head the last few inches and whispers against my lips, "I'm proud of you, Aiden.”
And that's it. I can't handle any more.
I can't handle this gorgeous, perfect girl admitting that she's proud of me, all while pleasuring me and looking breathtaking while she does it. I can't do it anymore.
I flip Dani onto her back in one quick move and push as deep inside her as I can. Then I capture her gasp in my mouth with a searing kiss.
"You can't tell me that and not expect me to come immediately," I growl against her lips. My hips never stop moving, my thrusts getting deeper,harder,with every stroke. "Sexy as fuckandproud of me? I can't take it, baby. If you don't come in the next thirty seconds I'm going to embarrass myself, so you better come on my cock right fucking now."
"I—oh my God, I'm—" she doesn't get another word out before she's coming so hard, she starts to shake in my arms. I grit my teeth and continue driving into her, determined to make her orgasm last as long as possible before I give into my own pleasure.
When her muscles go limp and a content sigh sounds from her lips, I let go. I drop my face to Dani's shoulder and let out a groan, pumping my hips once, twice, three times, before finishing in a condom that I suddenly wish wasn't there.
And in that moment, I realize things between Dani and I are changing.
* * *
It doesn't hit me until the next morning that this is the first time Dani has slept over.
After last night, we both were tired enough that it felt completely natural to fall asleep right where we were. I think I wanted to offer her a ride home, but by the time I opened my mouth to ask, I looked over to find Dani softly snoring on my chest.At the sight of her sleeping, completely unguarded and without her usual sass, there wasn't a chance of me waking her up and asking if she wanted to leave.
And when I wake up to her body pressed against mine, it hits me that this is the first time we've done this. After more than three months, of countless quickies and hours of time spent together, this is the first time we've slept together.
And… I like it. I like having her here.
I can't help the smile that ticks up the corners of my lips at the sight of almost her entire body sprawled across my chest and legs. Calling her a cuddler would be an understatement, because there isn't an inch of her front that isn't plastered against some part of me. And with her arm wrapped around my waist and her nose pressed into my chest, dark hair fanning out everywhere, she's wrapped around me in a way that lets me know it's going to be hard, if not impossible, to extricate myself.
Not that I want to. Even though my bladder is screaming at me to get up, there isn't a part of me that wants to move.
I brush her hair away from her face, my movements gentle because I don't want to wake her up. I'm not quite ready to shatter this moment. And I'm slightly desperate to see her sleep-face again, the one I got a glimpse of when she fell asleep on me last night. The one with no mask on, with no playful smiles hiding her vulnerable thoughts.
I can only see part of her face, that's how much of it she's got pressed against my chest. So I brush her hair back, lingering on the wisps surrounding her face, and then absentmindedly start to run my fingers over the gorgeous ink that runs the length of her arm. But when I can finally see her face, when I watch her lashes flutter in her sleep and feel her sleepy breaths puff against my skin, I see enough. I seeher.
I'm still memorizing her face when she starts to wake. Slowly, her eyes blink open, and when they focus on the body she's sprawled across, she lifts her head to look up at me.
And just for a moment, I see relief. I see contentment. The same emotion I felt waking up to her, I now see on her face. It's in the way her gaze relaxes when she looks at me, the way a small smile appears on her lips.
I could get used to this.
That's the thought that spikes through my brain. And if the way Dani freezes is any indication, she sees it happen.