Page 25 of The Secret
I reach behind me to find his cock, but he bites my ear.
“Let me do this before you touch me,” he whispers. “I’m too turned on. If you touch me, I won’t be able to wait for you.”
His hand trails down my stomach as I unzip my shorts and wriggle them loose. Long fingers trace the edge of my panties and slide them down, brushing my folds and delving into my slick heat. A shudder rolls through him.
“I want this all over my face,” he mumbles as he parts me, and tingles run through my pelvis from the firm pressure of his fingers as I widen my legs to give him better access. With a practiced ease, he slides a teasing finger down and inside me, his thumb flicking over my nub and making me shiver. I squirm against him, and he tips forward, pinning me to the bed, thumb still moving underneath me right where I want it as I gasp into the rough cotton of the sheet.
“Stop wriggling, woman,” he growls, pushing his hips downward. “Oh God, this is so hot.” And he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
The pressure of him behind me and the swirl of his fingers make the tingles morph into a warning tightness that builds far too fast. He rubs his erection against my ass, so I push my legs outward, but he stills me with a hand on my hip, reaching over the side of the bed, his heavy length pressing into my butt as he roots around in a bag on the floor. A kiss feathers across my hair, lips at my ear. “Condom,” he whispers. “Is that okay?”
All my words are stuck in my throat, so I nod, mute. He puts the wrapper between my teeth, and I bite down as he tears it. Lifting back, he drags my shorts and panties down over my ass to the tops of my thighs as his hands move, rolling the latex down.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles into my ear, warm hand spanning my butt cheek, squeezing. And before I know it, the hot hard length of him is pressing in. “Are you sure this is okay?” he whispers.
“More than okay,” I manage to wheeze out.
“Good.”
With a tilt of his hips, he pushes forward, probing. But I can’t widen my legs, I’m held by his weight and hobbled by my shorts. He grips himself in his hand and explores with his fingers, and then settles into my entrance with a sharp stretch. A gasp bursts free, and he clamps a hand over my mouth.
“No noise,” he breathes on my ear. “Fuck, Liss, you’re sowet. You like being held down like this?” he murmurs, easing into me inch by inch, his breath coming in ragged gusts across my shoulder.
When he’s seated right in, his chest vibrates against my back in a long silent groan. I’m half crushed under him, and I’m not sure whether the difficulty I’m having breathing is because of his weight or this ridiculous heat that’s burning through me.
“You rippled around me all the way in. Fuck.” He nuzzles my neck. “How come you’re so wet?”
I shake my head, drooling into the mattress. The stretch of his cock, along with his fingers playing softly with me, makes prickles run from my toes to my scalp.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispers. “You’re close.” And he shifts his hips back and thrusts back inside, soft curls tickling against my backside. “So good, Liss.”
All his whispered entreaties and I’m on the verge of shattering. After all the wondering about whether he likes me enough, I can’t believe I’m pinned under him, how right it feels.
The bed squeaks ominously, and I groan behind his fingers as an amused breath huffs over my cheek.
“Do you like having to keep quiet?” he murmurs.
“Dan,” I lick his hand, and he groans.
“I’m there, Liss … Oh Jesus.”
Hips falter as he grinds into me, and his thumb on my clit takes on a desperate, uncoordinated edge.
“I can’t … I …” he says.
And the shivers that have been running up and down my body coalesce into a white heat that explodes right between my legs and behind my eyes as I tighten around his length, pulses moving out from my core and making my knees jerk.
He thrusts and grunts in my ear. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he mumbles and his cock jerks inside me as he comes.
12
LISS
Saturday, April 20, 2019
As the weeks burn into months, we finish the build with a village party. There are lots of giggling children trying out the new toilets and learning the importance of soap and handwashing, and discussions start on helping another community. Dan regularly disappears off to other towns and villages nearby, and Brian is happy for me to go with him sometimes. The opportunity to travel and meet more local people lifts my heart. And Dan writes feverishly late into the evening as I read over his shoulder about the causes of war and long-held resentments passed down through generations.
Dan and I settle into an easy camaraderie, living in a bubble of denial like there’s no time limit to this, with my head on his shoulder and his slender fingers woven through mine. The opportunities for anything more are limited, apart from Dan occasionally trapping me against the wall in the house or a hut in the bush when no one’s around and kissing me senseless. Sometimes we find a few quiet hours where we escape to a single mattress, where he pins me down and sets my skin on fire.
