First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 75

  I guide Dani off of me, gently laying her on her back on the rug. Her legs spread wide, body flushed and twitching with aftershocks.

  "Stay just like that," I murmur.

  I get between her legs and slide two fingers deep inside her pussy, slow at first, then harder. Her breath hitches, her hands flying to grip the rug, desk legs, anything she can grab.

  She's so wet I can hear it as soon as I push inside.

  I curl my fingers just right, press against her g-spot making her legs shake, and I start fucking her deep and steady. My mouth covers her clit, sucking hard. Her whole body bows off the floor.

  "Jesus... Taytum... fuck..." Dani cries out.

  Her hips buck. Her thighs tremble. Her moans nearly turn into screams. I don't stop. I give her everything... my mouth, my fingers, my whole fucking heart.

  "Come for me," I whisper against Dani and she does.

  Her orgasm hits hard. Her body convulses, back arching, muscles locking. She cries out, legs kicking, hands grasping at the rug. Her orgasm rips through her like a storm.

  I don't stop until Dani's trembling and limp, her body wrecked and drenched, her voice gone.

  I rise slowly, lean over her, press kisses to her damp cheeks, her parted lips, her fluttering chest.

  "I've got you," I whisper. "You're okay."

  I don't move right away. I just hold her, let her body stay warm and soft against mine while her breath evens out. Her skin still hums under my touch.

  Eventually, I kiss her collarbone, then her shoulder, then the spot just below her ear. "Stay here," I whisper.

  Dani's eyes flutter open, glassy and dazed. "You ruin me," she says, voice hoarse. "In the best way."

  I kiss her again. "Good. Because I'm still not done."

  I help her up and have her lean against the desk. She's still bare, still trembling. I gather up our clothes from the floor, from the edge of the desk, the chair, wherever they ended up in the chaos. I bunch them all in my arms and hand them to her. "Hold these."

  Dani takes them, arms full of our tangled shirts and jeans, eyes still dazed and hungry. I scoop her up in my arms, bridal style. She gasps softly, clutching the clothes against her chest.

  "Shhh, don't wake KK." I whisper tiptoeing to the door. I ease it open, listen for any sound from KK's room. Nothing. I move fast, careful but quick, carrying Dani the short distance down the hallway and into our bedroom. I nudge the door shut behind us with my foot.

  I lay Dani down on the bed, slow and deliberate. She drops the clothes somewhere to the side, eyes glued to me. She licks her lips, gaze burning over my body. "Fuck," she whispers. "I can't stop looking at you."

  Her eyes trail over my naked, flushed, skin streaked with sweat and marked with her touch. Her eyes trace over my tattoos on my ribs, my sternum, my arm. Like she's memorizing them again for the hundredth time.

  She reaches for me, but I shake my head and crawl onto the bed, over her, my body fitting against hers like we've been doing this forever.

  "I want to take care of you, again."

  This time, I slow everything down. I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her mouth... kissing her slow, deep, until she melts. Then I move lower to her neck. Her collarbone. Her breasts. I kiss every inch, every curve and worship her with my lips. My hands follow, palms wide and open, mapping her all over again... every curve, every scar, every place that makes her arch or sigh or whisper my name like it's a prayer. My tongue lingers on her nipples, pulling soft gasps from her throat.