She gasped and turned her face away. “Oh God, Tristan. What are we doing?”
“I don’t know, but neither of us work tomorrow, so we’re about to do it for two days straight, whatever we want to call it.”
She didn’t even look like she’d heard me. In fact, she looked like she was drifting off.
I sprawled onto my back beside her. “I have to say, I’m tempted to sleep right here on the floor. Seems easier than trying to move at the moment.”
She snorted.
“What? You can’t move either. Admit it.”
“I could move, if I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.
I turned my face to look at her. “Prove it. I bet you can’t even get up right now.”
“You and your bets,” she said, but she’d started moving, rolling onto her side.
She’d never admit it, but the woman couldn’t turn her back on a dare to save her life.
It took her a minute, but she made it onto her stomach, and then pushed up with her hands, dragging her legs underneath her.
Slowly, giving me a hell of a view, she rose onto her elbows and knees.
She braced herself there, facing away from me
And the view she gave me right then. Jesus.
I bit my own fist I was so turned on by the sight.
I wasn’t tired anymore. Every part of me woke right up, and in fact, one particular part went to great lengths to rise to the occasion.
I’m not proud of this, but that was the precise moment when my errant c**k decided that it had to be buried in her tight little ass in a hurry.
Everything was just lined up so perfectly. She was relaxed to the point of limp, natural lube was dripping down her thigh with every shift of her body. Who could resist? Not me. Not f**king likely.
She hadn’t quite worked herself into a crawl when I covered her, my chest pushing into her back.
She reared up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said, not quite stifling a laugh.
I was already parting her thighs from behind, dragging me c**k against her, using the moisture between her legs to make my member slick. I grabbed a bit of extra moisture, dragging it up to her back entrance.
That’s when she got the picture. “Oh,” she uttered softly, then held perfectly still.
I didn’t ask for permission, just moved into position and started to enter her. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I gasped, working to get my tip in. That first shocking inch would be the challenge.
It wasn’t easy. She was not accustomed to this, and her body was firmly closed against me.
I reached between us, burying two fingers in her pu**y. I started to move them, and as she accepted my fingers, her back gave just enough to let me push my throbbing tip into her.
After that, I was able to sink into her, going as slow as I could stand. I was big, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to take me like this, but with patience I was able to sink in a few aching, precious inches.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” I groaned, finger f**king her hard, because that seemed to soften the rest of her.
She couldn’t even speak, just writhing and moaning below me.
I could live with that. What I couldn’t live with was the superhuman control it took not to start f**king her ass harder.
With a rough grunt, I thrust in another intense inch, and then another. I stopped when I had a thought.
“Am I hurting your knee?”
“Don’t stop!” she gasped, because my fingers had stopped moving. I started working them again, jerking hard, and pushed my c**k in farther.
I pulled out a bit, head tilted down to watch my progress. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to bury myself to the hilt. I wanted to, bad, but I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her, and I really was too big to do this particular act comfortably.
“Just f**k me,” she moaned.
My eyes shut on a groan of pleasure and I sank back in, farther than I’d been before I started pulling out. “Say that again,” I urged her, my voice rough with effort.
“Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Don’t hold back.”
“I’ll hurt you if I don’t hold back.”
“I don’t give a f**k. So I’ll be sore tomorrow. Shit happens. Bury that gorgeous c**k inside of me. I can take it.”
That was a full on tirade for her during a sexual act, as she usually wasn’t coherent enough for words at this stage.
I started pumping my fingers fast, swinging my h*ps hard against her, driving in until just two inches at my base weren’t buried. She seemed okay underneath me, in fact she was writhing in pleasure, so I let myself drive in those last few inches.
I stayed like that for a full minute, hoping it would help her adjust.
Finally, snapping, I shut my eyes tight and let go, pulling out halfway, then shoving back in.
I dragged out again, farther this time, then plunged back in deep with one jerky swing.
I heaved nearly entirely out, biting my lip hard as I rammed back in hard.
I told her how beautiful she was, how perfect, how good her toned little ass felt to bury myself in. I barely registered what I was saying as it came out of my mouth, but it was all the blunt truth. Her flesh, any of it, wrapping around me, sucking me in, had always acted as a truth serum for me. I could not be inside of Danika and keep to myself just how damned glorious I thought she was. Never had been.