before, but damn if it wasn’t the most exhilarating encounter I’d had since Jacob.
So many things about Daniel reminded me of Jacob. Just being with him transported me back to a time when passion and desire ruled every thought. It was difficult to separate the intensity of those old feelings from what I was feeling now. My nerves were raw, my stomach tight, and my head a flighty mess with all the adrenaline pulsing through me. For the first time in twenty years, I lived in the moment, enjoying the frenzy of this surprising new passion. So easy. Too easy, for Daniel kissed me like I was the last woman on earth. His mouth burned a torrid path down my neck and over my chest. I could barely breathe. Sensations I couldn’t put a name to galloped over every inch of skin his mouth blazed across.
He tore at my red, silk blouse. Buttons popped as he pushed it aside. Cool air rushed over the skin of my breasts. My nipples pebbled when the lacy material of my bra separated at the front hook and Daniel took one side into his blessedly warm mouth. His lips and tongue worked masterfully as his fingers kneaded the other, rolling the hardened flesh between his fingers in exquisite torture. I hummed in unfamiliar pleasure, unable to recognize this side of myself.
I laced my fingers through the silky threads of his hair and pulled him closer. My head tipped back against the metal barricade. Coherent thought fled as he grabbed my wrist and slid my hand to his cheek. After a delicious kiss to each fingertip, he slipped my hand to his chest, to his stomach, then pressed it against the massive bulge in his pants. His thick cock pulsed hot and ready through the worn fabric of his jeans. Instinct took over, and I squeezed the rock-hard shaft then rubbed my fingers down its considerable length. Damn, could he really be that big?
My gaze snapped up to Daniel’s when he moaned, barely in control. Our hands prowled hungry flesh as we stared into the depths of the other’s desire. I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I reveled in the effect I was having over him physically, something I’d only experienced once, long ago with Jacob. And in that minute, just as I’d been last Friday in the bar’s restroom, I was immediately taken back two decades, to the yearning, safety, and excitement I had with my first love. I went soft with longing and rested my head against the fence behind me, the memory so intense, I purred.
Daniel seemed unwilling to let the moment go, and, as I gawked in ill-contained admiration, he yanked open his jeans and freed himself. Then he slipped his fingers under the flowy edge of my skirt and tore my delicate panties away, sliding his hands behind my ass and around my thighs, and lifting me up as he moved his hips beneath me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was allowing it to. But I couldn’t find the desire to stop. I wanted this. I needed it.
He boosted me higher with one hand. With the other, he directed his expansive tip between my legs. Hunger like I hadn’t felt in twenty years pounded through every square inch of my body. I dripped with expectation, so ready. He became instantly slick as he slid his broad apex inside me. My core quivered in both fear and anticipation, because Daniel was big. Massive. And it scared the shit out of me. His sheer size prevented him from slipping in entirely, but, as I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and leaned back against the fence, he shifted his hips and slowly hauled me down the length of him, inch by blessed inch.
I sucked in a harsh breath as I engulfed him, tight as a too-small glove, but my flesh was more forgiving, and expanded just enough for him to fully impale me, tip to hilt. Every muscle in Daniel’s virile, young body grew rigid. His battle to remain in control was written all over his gorgeous face, his mouth open and his eyes drawn in both agony and ecstasy.
This was it. This was how it was supposed to be, supposed to feel. This was right,
So many things about Daniel reminded me of Jacob. Just being with him transported me back to a time when passion and desire ruled every thought. It was difficult to separate the intensity of those old feelings from what I was feeling now. My nerves were raw, my stomach tight, and my head a flighty mess with all the adrenaline pulsing through me. For the first time in twenty years, I lived in the moment, enjoying the frenzy of this surprising new passion. So easy. Too easy, for Daniel kissed me like I was the last woman on earth. His mouth burned a torrid path down my neck and over my chest. I could barely breathe. Sensations I couldn’t put a name to galloped over every inch of skin his mouth blazed across.
He tore at my red, silk blouse. Buttons popped as he pushed it aside. Cool air rushed over the skin of my breasts. My nipples pebbled when the lacy material of my bra separated at the front hook and Daniel took one side into his blessedly warm mouth. His lips and tongue worked masterfully as his fingers kneaded the other, rolling the hardened flesh between his fingers in exquisite torture. I hummed in unfamiliar pleasure, unable to recognize this side of myself.
I laced my fingers through the silky threads of his hair and pulled him closer. My head tipped back against the metal barricade. Coherent thought fled as he grabbed my wrist and slid my hand to his cheek. After a delicious kiss to each fingertip, he slipped my hand to his chest, to his stomach, then pressed it against the massive bulge in his pants. His thick cock pulsed hot and ready through the worn fabric of his jeans. Instinct took over, and I squeezed the rock-hard shaft then rubbed my fingers down its considerable length. Damn, could he really be that big?
My gaze snapped up to Daniel’s when he moaned, barely in control. Our hands prowled hungry flesh as we stared into the depths of the other’s desire. I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I reveled in the effect I was having over him physically, something I’d only experienced once, long ago with Jacob. And in that minute, just as I’d been last Friday in the bar’s restroom, I was immediately taken back two decades, to the yearning, safety, and excitement I had with my first love. I went soft with longing and rested my head against the fence behind me, the memory so intense, I purred.
Daniel seemed unwilling to let the moment go, and, as I gawked in ill-contained admiration, he yanked open his jeans and freed himself. Then he slipped his fingers under the flowy edge of my skirt and tore my delicate panties away, sliding his hands behind my ass and around my thighs, and lifting me up as he moved his hips beneath me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was allowing it to. But I couldn’t find the desire to stop. I wanted this. I needed it.
He boosted me higher with one hand. With the other, he directed his expansive tip between my legs. Hunger like I hadn’t felt in twenty years pounded through every square inch of my body. I dripped with expectation, so ready. He became instantly slick as he slid his broad apex inside me. My core quivered in both fear and anticipation, because Daniel was big. Massive. And it scared the shit out of me. His sheer size prevented him from slipping in entirely, but, as I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and leaned back against the fence, he shifted his hips and slowly hauled me down the length of him, inch by blessed inch.
I sucked in a harsh breath as I engulfed him, tight as a too-small glove, but my flesh was more forgiving, and expanded just enough for him to fully impale me, tip to hilt. Every muscle in Daniel’s virile, young body grew rigid. His battle to remain in control was written all over his gorgeous face, his mouth open and his eyes drawn in both agony and ecstasy.
This was it. This was how it was supposed to be, supposed to feel. This was right,
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