Hell yes, Han-Han. Let the man eat your pussy, Sofia’s voice rang in my head.
“Okay.”
His smile spread slowly, making me smile too.
“How do you want me?”
“Not here.”
Daniel stood and adjusted his length, tucking it out of his way, and there was something so alluring about watching a man touch himself. What would it be like to touch him? Would I feel powerful like the other women did when they pleased their lovers?
Not that Daniel was my lover.
Just a friend, I reminded myself.
With each step down the hall, a new doubt crept in. What would it feel like to have his shoulders between my thighs? Would he think I looked weird? Would he think I tasted weird? A mixture of anxiety and giddiness swirled through my belly like a swarm of butterflies.
But I didn’t mind the anxiety because, for the first time in my life, it was based around fears any woman would have with a man for the first time. They weren’t about feeling trapped or sent to a flashback, they were average, basic fears.
So focused on my own thoughts, I bumped into Daniel’s back when he stopped walking. Standing in front of the door, he turned and lifted my chin with his finger. “We can stop whenever you want. Okay?”
“Okay.”
At my confirmation, he moved right, going into the performance room and not the viewing room. I followed, stumbling over numb feet.
“Umm, Daniel?”
Did he want to perform oral while people watched? Holy shit. This was a whole new level of fear I hadn’t even considered. I scrambled with an excuse to get out of that room before my chest caved under the weight of anxiety.
He faced me with a soothing smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not performing.”
He hit a button on the wall, and the black glass faded to clear, showing an empty viewing room beyond. I almost collapsed from relief, breathing for the first time since entering the room. He gripped both my hands and tugged me closer to the bed. When we stood at the edge, he brushed my hair behind my ear, holding me just inches from him.
“I just need more room. I want to taste every inch, and I need space for you to feel it all.”
His words rumbled across my skin, flushing every inch with heat like I was catching on fire. I wanted to fall into him and let him do whatever he wanted.
He made me want so much, and for the first time, a new feeling pierced my heart when I looked at Daniel. A warm squeeze I wanted to shove out—crush it before it grew. That feeling had no place between us.
“Do you talk to all your friends this way?” I joked, reminding myself of what we were.
“Kent and Jackson aren’t fans of my dirty talk.”
“That’s a shame. They’re missing out.”
We both laughed, but then he turned more serious. “Does it bother you?”
I hated dirty talk. I hated what it reminded me of. I’d heard the worst of the worst, and it made me sick knowing it was still in my mind rattling around, just waiting to come out. I hated it.
Except when Daniel spoke, hate was the furthest thing from my mind. I took the words in and let it spread like fire through my veins.
“No,” I confessed.
His thumb stroked my cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with that. If it brings you pleasure, is legal, and consensual, then that’s all that matters.”
That warmth came back, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Instead, I tried to distract myself. I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his neck. My body tingled each time his lips caressed my neck, and I wanted to return the favor. His arms gently rested around my waist, but as my kisses grew more frantic, so did his hold.
I dragged my tongue along the strong tendons of his neck and nipped softly at the base. The taste of his skin dominated all my thoughts, all my emotions, all the sensations flooding me. I thought of nothing but him. I didn’t consider how he spun us and eased me back on the bed. I didn’t consider his large body over mine or the way it made room for itself between my thighs. Nothing mattered except it not stopping.
His arms flexed under his shirt as he held himself over me, not letting his full weight crush me. It was his turn to kiss his way down my neck, moving into my cleavage. He gripped the edge of my dress covering my breasts and paused, giving me a chance to tell him to stop without breaking the moment.
“Yes,” I almost begged.
He tugged the material aside and growled against my skin, leaving wet, sucking kisses until he reached my breast. I arched, almost coming off the bed completely when his tongue slicked across my nipple that first time. I whimpered a desperate plea for more when he pinched the hardened tip between his teeth.