Daz FanFic

Daz FanFic ch.4

I knocked on the door and opened it after waiting 5 minutes. Leslie greeted me on my way in. We made awkward eye contact as Daz stood there with his mouth wide. Leslie looked at Daz and looked back at me.

"She's the make up girl." He responded.

"Oh- well I better get going back to my room. Holler if you need anything." He finishes.

Once the door clicked shut Daz walked over to me.

"You came?"

"Yeah. Sorry about that by the way- I didn't mean to barge in."

"No you're fine, would you like some tea?"

I laugh before responding with a "yes"

While he walks into the kitchen I looked in awe at the surroundings. The glass windows shined perfectly against the sun and the railing was leading me down a farther hallway. Everything was so perfect and so right- for once I didn't want life to stop. A ding filled the air and I walked back over to the living room. I noticed his filming area and nice equipment and wanted it all for myself- I wanted his life to be mine. The selfishness was agonizing but it all disappeared when Daz walked through the room with two mugs in his hands. Our hands touched briefly but he didn't seem to notice like I did. I shuffled my hair and thanked him.

"So how's life?" He asked.

I was confused. I wasn't normally asked that question. Nobody cared enough. But nevertheless I shrugged and said it was ok. By coming over I wasn't thinking of a therapy lesson, but I was still happy to talk to him. After talking some more I finished my drink and set it on the coffee table unsure of what to do. My hands fiddled in discomfort and I stared at the ground biting my lip. I looked up when Daz set his tea on the table. He smirked at me and made his way over to the back of my chair. His hands brushed against my back and he pulled my long hair out of the way. I couldn't move even if I tried, like his fingers have short circuited my mind in the best possible way. I stand up quickly and turn to catch his gaze. He turns me around and we tumble to the couch, his eyes searching mine. I smile shyly and kiss him back as he knew I would. With my lips I feel his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting between a grinning and kissing. Every kiss we shared had a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I felt his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he licks and used his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, thrusting me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...