Page 97 of Resonance
“In just a second. Missed this ass.” He kissed it again. “This thigh.” He kissed it, too. “These hands.” His lips moved over my knuckles down to the place where my fingertips dug into my own skin, still holding myself spread wide for him. “You.”
He didn’t stop kissing me even when the tips of his fingers pressed against tight muscle. I pushed back to meet them and let them inside, where he stroked silky fire over my prostate. Letting go of my ass, I fisted the covers, coming up to my elbows and chasing the glide of his fingers. His touch was measured and a billion times more patient than I could ever hope to be.
Dan laved my entrance with his tongue, and I writhed and moaned until he slipped his fingers free and guided me up onto my knees. With one arm locked around my waist, he dragged me to the edge of the bed.
His belt buckle clinked as he undid it and yanked it free, the leather smacking against my ass and making me yelp in surprise. The chuckle that followed was warm and amused as he caressed my skin. “Sorry about that.”
“Oh god, don’t be. I think I’m into it. Maybeveryinto it. Except also very impatient right now.” I was almost certain that if he wasn’t inside me in the next five minutes, my balls would revolt and I’d blow my load regardless, because I was so fucking turned on. Even though he’d only been gone five days, I’d missed him relentlessly. The difference was that this time, I let myself feel it instead of trying to barricade myself against it.
“Another time,” he agreed. A backward glance revealed him staring at me intently as he smoothed his hand along my lower back and reached beneath to stroke me with just enough pressure to rile me up without sending me careening over the edge.
“Fuck.” I groaned, clamping down on my lower lip as pleasure roared through me.
“Kills me when you look at me like that, all wide-eyed and needy like you’ve got this ache only I know how to fix.”
It hit me like a crack of lightning how true that was and how potentially scary. And yet, at the moment, I could only muster another breathless moan, the flutter of worry distant compared to the intense desire saturating me. “I want you so bad,” I whispered.
“Got me,” he rumbled, reaching into the nightstand drawer and rummaging around briefly before he stepped between my thighs and palmed my ass. His thick cock settled between my cheeks and slid up and down my crease.
“Do it hard,” I pleaded, but he kept stroking me slowly and touching me like he was cherishing me, memorizing me. “Please.”
“No.” His thumb traced down my crack, circled my hole, and a shiver raced all the way to my shoulders at the tantalizing rhythm. “We’re gonna go slow, but you’re gonna feel it, I promise.” The growl in his voice racked me with another deep shudder of arousal. Fuck me, but I loved him. It illuminated me from the inside, growing brighter with every caress. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought maybe the tiny needle-scratch of fear was important, too, that it was a kind of grounding wire for something that could’ve otherwise felt too enormous to wrap my brain around. It made my gratitude all the deeper.
Dan worked his fingers inside me, and my whole body loosened and relaxed in response to the steady, measured glide. “Want me inside you?” A bright, sharp sting erupted as he added another finger. It mellowed into a burn, then just warmth and a feeling like my skin was turning inside out or the floor was dropping out from under me. I didn’t even know exactly what, really, just that he felt so fucking good and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Fuck yes.” When I nodded, his fingers vanished and I didn’t even have a second to regret the emptiness before he slid inside me in one smooth stroke that registered as penetration belatedly, confusing my muscles for a second and making them flutter and clench around him.
Dan draped over my back, bracing his weight on one arm as he locked the other around my chest and pulled me down sideways alongside him, moving deep inside me in slow, electric thrusts, like all of his body mass was funneled into the drive of his hips.
He kissed my jaw and my earlobe, licked the side of my neck, and I felt surrounded and protected and adored all at once.
My mouth fell open, wide and soundless, and Dan’s hand coasted up my chest to the side of my face, angling it until he could kiss me as deeply as he moved within me. The tender cocktail of his tongue in my mouth and cock in my ass was so overwhelming I came before I could comprehend what was happening, before I’d even touched myself.
“That’s good,” he murmured against my jaw, “So fucking good, baby.” The hand he’d locked around my thigh to hold me open released and moved between my legs, milking me dry. He smeared my release over my stomach, trapping my cock against it, still thrusting in a lulling rock of motion that gathered momentum slowly and spread through me in endless waves of pleasure.
“I love you,” I whispered, and it felt like throwing salt in the face of superstition. I’d stopped saying it when I was eight, too afraid that the moment I spoke the words aloud was a sure omen I’d be left behind. But I felt the power in it now, the way it vibrated between us more than sound, more than breath moving over vocal chords. A living entity that resonated with every movement of his body against mine.
Dan went still for a second, then gripped me tighter, thrust deeper, and growled against my lips. “Say it again.”
It dawned on me that I’d never even considered maybe he needed to hear it as much as I did.
I whispered it again, then said it louder. Over and over until his thighs quaked against the back of mine and he came on a rushing exhale and a hard punch of his hips that left him pulsing inside me.
“Not yet.” I stalled him when he made to pull out a few minutes later, and he tucked me closer and ran his hands down my chest. I loved having him wrapped around me, the soothing warmth of him still inside me, and the faint buzz of energy I could still feel in all the places we were connected. “I missed you so much, too.”
We lay like that until I started dozing off, then Dan gingerly eased away and got out of bed, returning with a cloth to clean us up. He disappeared again and I listened to him moving around in the kitchen, caught a whiff of the coffee grounds he was preparing for tomorrow.
When he returned, he lingered in the doorway. “You’re a picture.” His smile was fond.
I glanced down and grinned at the sheets tangled around my legs and my wide-armed, fucked-out sprawl. “I might be convinced to make enough room for you to cuddle me. If you’re so inclined.”
He wandered to the edge of the bed, straightened the sheets, then lifted them to crawl between. “I might be.” He turned off the lamp next to the bed and reached as he rolled toward me, fingertips landing lightly on my bicep.
“BZZZZT!”
Dan startled and jerked his hand away as I dissolved into laughter.
“You little shit.”