Crescendo

Chapter 22

"Blair," Daniel said my name softly, in between kisses. "We don't have to-"

I silenced him by pressing my lips to his. I had spent too long mourning my past. "I want to," I spoke against him, guiding his hands to my chest, and inviting him to take what I offered. "Please?" It would be a first for me, the very first.

His grip tightened, accepting my proposition with a low hum. He moved me, grinding my hips onto the ridge in his pants. "This isn't a book thing, right?"

I chuckled. "Do you want it to be?"

"Fuck no," he said, already lifting me onto the couch before climbing on top and tossing his shirt aside. He doesn't waste time. My eyes ran down his torso, unable to look away. Suddenly, I felt stupid for waiting and not fucking him the second I had the chance.

I dragged him down, deepening the kiss until my brain buzzed with arousal. He traveled down my neck, unfastening the buttons on my shirt so my tits were on display. My red bra pushed up my chest, capturing his attention.

Daniel rubbed the inside of my thigh, parting my legs as he moved on top of me. I sucked in a breath. I suppressed the nerves bubbling inside my stomach, threatening to ruin the moment.

I didn't want to tell him the truth. I didn't want to tell him he would be my first, and that he was the only man I wanted. I was worried I'd ruin the mood. Daniel noticed my hesitation and looked down at me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, readjusting. "Are you?"

Daniel laughed. "Never better."

"Me neither," I said, overly confident. It had been a long time since I had let somebody in, but I was ready to, no matter where we ended up. I had to stop being afraid of losing people. Daniel kissed my neck. His lips pressed onto my skin, coaxing out a moan.

"I love it when you do that," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Clearly," he laughed. "You drive me crazy."

"Since when?"

"When I gave you that bad grade and you stormed out," he said. "It was endearing that you assumed that would make me change your grade."

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh, so it wasn't me accidentally sending you pirate porn?"

Daniel kissed me, amused. "No, I was pretty sure that was on purpose."

I scoffed. "Are you crazy?"

"Not about this," he said, shaking his head. "I could tell you were into me."

My mouth fell open in mock surprise. "I was not into you. I actually didn't like you." I had no one to corroborate my story, so he'd have to take my word for it.

"Yeah, alright," he said, unconvinced. "Why don't you leave the fiction for later?"

"I'm serious," I said, laughing.

"Oh, really?" he asked, pushing a piece of hair out of my face.

"Really."

"Okay," Daniel said. "So you didn't like me."

I nodded.

"Do you like me now?" His eyes found mine, then trailed down my open shirt.

"I do," I said, worried he would notice my hard nipples and how badly I wanted him to continue touching me.

"Good," he said, loosening the button on my jeans. "Because I'm about to make you love me." Love? I pushed the idea aside as he lowered himself down, moving my jeans over my hips and off my body. I kicked them to the floor.

And there he was, moving lower, pushing his face against my aching clit. I sucked in a breath. I wanted to ask if he was sure, worried he wasn't as into me as he said he was. I glanced down, risking eye contact.

But Daniel was busy stuffing his tongue inside my wet folds and eating me until a moan waited on my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him forward while I writhed. Electricity ran up my spine, threatening an orgasm without the sex I craved so much.

I swore, and he ignored me, hard at work, making my mind melt away. He stuffed another finger inside me and lapped up my arousal. The juices flowed out of me, running down my thighs. The chilly air circled my nipples, reminding me of the desperation coursing through me. He reached up and pinched them, squeezing them between his free thumb and index finger.

I moved my hips over his face, smearing my cum over his lips and chin.

Good, I'd like to see Stella try to claim him now.

A wave of desire followed the sudden possessiveness. "Fuck me," I said, the words leaving my lips before I had time to process what I was saying.

Daniel didn't respond. He continued eating me out, siphoning out whimpers.

"Please," I said. "I can't wait any longer."

Finally, he pulled himself away, staring up at me. "Feeling impatient?"

I laughed, unwilling to tell him just how patient I had been. "It's hard to be patient when you're using your tongue like that."

He smiled, satisfied with his work. "And you haven't even seen what I can do with just my fingers yet."

I groaned; the image alone was enough to make my pussy throb. "Are you going to make me wait all night?"

"That's an idea," he said, a gleam in his eye. Then he kissed up my abdomen and my chest, pulling down the cups of my bra and tracing my nipples with his tongue.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not cruel." Before I responded, he had removed his pants, tossed them in a pile next to mine, and rejoined me on the couch.

His hand found the back of my head and tugged my hair, securing me in place. I opened my mouth to complain, but stopped short. I liked it. Feeling a surge of confidence, I grabbed his cock and guided him forward.

He groaned as my grip tightened, pulling him toward me. "If you keep that up, I won't last long." I looked up in concern, only to see his wry smile.

I smiled. "I'll take my chances."

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine before pushing against my entrance and filling me.