Dear Diary

Chapter 30

Dear Diary,

All I can hear with these next few words are my "Janice" voice.  Oh. My. God!

I so had not planned on any of this.  And really, I thought the heartache he caused me would make me show him the door.  But no.  I haven't.  If anything, I just really have no words for this.  Danny has been not just his usual self, but he's changed.  For the better.  He's all about me.  Not that he wasn't in the past, but he's so less distracted by other things and people.  Maybe me throwing him out of our apartment eight years ago was exactly what he needed to wake the fuck up.  Or maybe it took this Lacy bitch to show him.  I don't know.  I don't care.  He's here.  With me.  Is it weird?  A little.  I still can't believe he was actually engaged to someone else.  Who, apparently, seems to think that she can still have him.  From what Dean and Jeni tell me, she's about as bad as Lynn, and that bitch fucked Sam up.  Thank God we all helped him.  It helps that he got Dylan.  But if this Lacy is as bad as that, what the fuck am I in for?  

Danny insists that he will not let her do anything to me, or us.  Says he's wanted this for too long to let anything come between us.  I believe him.  Especially after this morning.  But I wonder if he's starting to question me.  Not as in being with me, but me as a person.  Or, I'm just really surprising him.  Yeah, I think that's it. 

When he got back from the shop this morning (I still can't believe he's part owner.  I'm so proud of him), he just looked so. . .fucking. . .good.  I couldn't help myself.  Sprained ankle that is making living in this townhouse a little difficult due to stairs or not, at least I know I can still handle my man.  He sat down next to me on the pull out here, and I just had to.  Something in my brain said, "You need to suck that man's dick, and you need to suck it now."  I caught him completely off guard.  He said I was teasing him when I would plant a small peck on the head.  So to show him I didn't think so, I told him as much, and then just stuffed it in my mouth.  He grabbed the back of my hair and started to guide me up and down on his cock.  Fuck was it hot.  Yeah, Joseph would hold me down on him, but he never had a hand full of hair.  This was different.  And it turned me on something crazy.

I popped off of him, not because I didn't want to have him explode, but because I wanted things to last.  I mean, shit.  I'm stuck here at home for a week.  I may as well have some fun.  I laid back against the back of the couch, pulled my panties off, spread my legs, and told him, "My turn."  

He rolled over on his stomach and stumbled out, "Your turn?" and I felt him run his hand up my right leg, inching his face closer to where I wanted him to be.

"Mmmm hmmm.  My turn," I reached down and had my right hand entangled in his hair, "I want you to pet and lick kitty."

"Oh you do?"

"Mmmm hmmm.  Do it."  I was being demanding.  I had never done this with him before.  

He was being sarcastic of course when he asked, "What if I don't want to?"

"I'll make you."

"Oh yeah?  How?"

I just grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved his face into my hot, wet core.  Not that it was met with resistance.  He started licking my clit and was moving his fingers in and out of me and such a wonderful pace.  I had let him go because what he was doing was bringing me closer and closer to exploding, I had to reach back and grab the back of the couch.  "Oh fuck, Danny.  Oooo.  Eat my pussy.  Uhhhh.  Fuck!"  I was so fucking close to exploding all over him, and he pulled away.  "No, don't stop.  Kitty needs you."

"Oh, I ain't stopping baby.  Just needed to do this."  He sat up and pulled his shirt off, and then laid back down on the bed and scooted himself up so his shoulders where under my legs, sort of raising me up a little.  I put my legs down over him, and he parked his tongue right back on my clit.  After I moaned a few times, he pulled away again, and ran his hand over my very wet and very sensitive folds asking, "How's kitty feel now?"