The World We Once Knew

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by Trahan, Leeaja


  How could he not do what she asked and forgive her?

  The weight of emotional attachment and appreciation he felt for this woman was strong and brought a whole new level. The long kiss she placed on his back resonated throughout his entire body. Acting naturally, he set his hands along the back of her palms and grabbed her thin hands. His soaked fingers laced into hers and in that moment, he accepted her into all of him. Quinta couldn't help but blow out shakily while her fingers tightened around his.

  Running her hands willingly across his abdomen, Dane purposefully pulled her body in tighter against his. She could feel under her palms his nerves with how his rib cage rattled. His head dipped down as he watched the erotic display of her deeply hued flesh on his.

  Quinta turned her head to press her cheek against his back and relished in this feeling. She didn't know what to decipher from the jumbled emotions she felt and at that moment she didn't care too. She cherished this time they had because once she stepped out of that shower, she didn't know if this would ever happen again. Dane felt the need and desire to do something, anything to her in return. His tone that came from him was warmer and closer than the normal. Almost intimate.

  “I know you only went for my sake. You almost died in a hope that I'd live. You already know that for you, I'd do it again. I have your back. I will always be there for you, Quinta.” He whispered.

  As he spoke, she could feel a soft smile touch her features. She gave in and placed one last kiss onto his back before she planned to break away. Leaning over a bit, he bent her hand back at the wrist and pressed his lips against her fingertips; kissing them with the similar sentiment she'd graced on him. Swallowing a rough lump in her throat, Quinta stared at the back of his head. His lips felt almost alike to how she'd kiss her knuckles after another death had been made by her hand. This struck a chord deep within her core.

  The boundaries of friendship were crossed but what was their relationship now? Intimate, forbidden, and daring considering that the odds were heavily against them.

  Everything was there, everything was perfect, and yet she couldn't be selfish and accept what already had begun in their hearts. She couldn't sacrifice the only friends and family she had for the sake of the human heart.

  Quinta held her breath and slowly retracted her arms from him. Enjoying every moment of their close time together, Dane felt almost as though she peeled herself away from him too soon.

  Nodding her head, she patted along his back gently, “Den we are on da same page.” she whispered to him.

  The front of her body was entirely soaked. The dress which once flowed now awkwardly stuck to her body while she stepped onto the tile floor. Grabbing a spare towel that was on one of the shelves over the toilet, she pressed it against her face and left the bathroom without another word. What could she say? If she spoke now, she would have admitted the deep love she held for this man. She made her way into Addie's bedroom and closed the door halfway. Flicking on the light, she planned to change her clothes and put on what she could find.

  That pat on the back had left Dane a bit unsettled and he could only question himself now that he was alone. Were they on the same page? They had always been in sync with one another but now everything felt completely different and the way she left him so suddenly felt wrong.

  His expression hardened while he cleaned through his hair for another minute. He tried to sort out how she felt, how he felt, how they were supposed to be and in the end, he was even more confused than before. Finding that he had been in the shower for too long, he turned the knob, grabbed a towel, and proceeded to dry himself off. With the towel wrapped around himself, he went into Addie's room and shut the door behind him.

  Quinta was having more than a bit of trouble when it came to remove her dress. At the sound of Dane's feet approaching close, she gasped out loud and scrambled to pull at the damned thing which only made her matter worse. Her heart hammered in her chest, her mind was at a loss. How was she going to lie in a bed next to this man and fall asleep now?

  Dane didn't look at Quinta right away and instead shut off Addie's light which left them in the soft, warm glow of Addie's desk lamp. Quinta's struggled shuffles caused him to glance up and see that she tried to pull her dress over her head and off her body. The first thing he noticed were the black lace of her panties on display, which of course matched her bra, and in the end that fabric that clung stubbornly on her face.

  Wetting his lips, he broke into a wide grin as he wandered over and carefully helped her out of her dress. He could hear her muffled laughter beneath him which only caused him to mimic her. But that did not sway his gaze from how luscious her perfectly shaped body looked beneath that simple dress. Once she was finally free, the stare they briefly shared, the silence, all of it was different.

  Dane backed away from her and draped the dress over the wooden back of Addie's desk chair. Stopping for a moment, his hand gripped the chair tightly. The air in the room was thick, quiet, and tense.

  Quinta had to admit to herself that she had absolutely no training in this type of situation, all of it was overwhelmingly daunting and new to her senses. She bit down on her bottom lip and her stomach was in knots. Looking back at her, they met eyes in the dimmed light, and he inhaled a deep breath. The atmosphere in the room shifted between being on “the same page” and suppressed passion that he could not hold back any longer.

  Dane made the first move to advance her way and before she could even think, her feet pulled her into his direction. He stopped in the middle of the room where they met and he stared down into her face steadily; seriously. Her honeyed gaze was lost in his blue eyes. In a split second, his hand settled on her wide hip and in one fluid motion his lips collided into hers. Their kisses melted together in the most passionate, and first for Quinta, that they'd ever experienced.

  There was still a bit of distance between their bodies when the kiss broke and Quinta sighed out of her mouth. For a second, Dane wondered whether she wanted this as badly as he had for her. Literally having to catch her breath, there was a sudden notion that took over her common sense. A heated rush pushed her to desperately grab onto his shoulders and pulled him down to meet her mouth again. Her head tilted to the side while her hands stroked his shoulders. Rounding his neck, her fingers lost themselves into his hair. Dane was quick to respond. He took a tight hold of her waist and pressed her against his damp frame. Quinta was slightly bent back while their lips met and fell repeatedly. Each touch and twitch she experienced practically caused her body to scream for more.

  Their moods and their passion had caved in and surrendered to one another. Their sexual energy exploded with sparks in the room. This was more than a good fuck, this was more than friends, this was more than what could be expressed. Right now, he was the man she trusted, she was the woman he favored, and they both craved to do what instinct demanded.

  With their frantic motions, Dane's towel loosened and slipped off his body to the floor at their feet. The smacks of their lips were interrupted once his tongue flooded her mouth. Entirely heated now, Quinta met that slick muscle with her own. His fingers slipped beneath the wire frame of her bra and her breast filled his palm to which he squeezed with the hunger of a deprived male. This was enough to send goosebumps up and down her back and her legs to feel like jelly in a mere instant. His other hand tugged at the string which clung to those hips and revealed half of her ass. Pressed between both of their bodies was his hardened length, firm to the touch and standing at attention.

  There it was, that burning, yearning sensation between her legs that would only appear when her blood really got pumping. She no longer had a hymen due to her own decisions by her own hands when she was much younger but she never wanted to waste her life and time on sex.

  Until now.

  The heat that rippled over her body had never been this intense, even in those moments when she was eager to get home and finish herself off alone, had she ever felt such a magnetic pull in all her life.
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br />   Slowing himself down a moment, he did not want to rush this with Quinta. He did not want to cheapen their first sexual encounter. Withholding himself, Dane cupped his hand against the side of her jaw and drew out the feeling of her hot, moist lips. His thumb pressed against them and brushed across that plush surface. With a tilt of his head, Dane slowly laid kiss after kiss along her jaw and neck. His heartbeat was almost double the speed of his actions and yet his pace was intentional. Quinta's head tilted to the side which sent those long, well-kept twists of hers to trail down her back and over her buttocks. Her eyes opened and stared up at the dimly lit ceiling all while she was immersed in the heated trail his mouth left. This passionate moment was exchanged as though it were between lovers who had been together for years. Yet, they weren't and they hadn't. The sensation was oddly fantastic.

  Those long fingers trailed down from her hip and his palm dipped beneath her panties and cupped against her mound. His middle finger rode along the wet of her slit before his knuckle rode down the length of her clit. He rubbed the nub in circular strokes with experience from a faded memory. Quinta's mouth fell partially open and her nostrils flared. This snuffed out flame inside of Dane had been reignited and he was going to burn up like an inferno if he couldn't have her.

  His kisses continued, his voice was close and hot in her ear, “Get on the bed.” he whispered.

  Quinta's stomach plummeted because she was unsure of what way to prop herself. With a knowing, silent nod, she backed away from him. Halfway to the bed she reached out and unhooked her bra. The black straps slid down her tanned arms and freed her breasts which hung in front of him in their own, natural weight. Her dark nipples were completely erect which gave him a mere taste of how turned on she truly was.

  Dane stared down her bare body mesmerized and he drank in the way she ran her hands along the underside of those rounded mounds, down her waist, and the amplest, eye drawing feature of her figure; those curvy hips.

  Quinta ran her palms across her breasts before she turned her back to him and climbed onto the mattress on all fours by the elbows. Reaching around, her nails grabbed her hair, pulled the twists over her shoulder, and exposed the vast expanse of her body. Her toned back and shoulders rounded into those feminine, shapely hips. With her feet hanging off the side of the bed, she made eye contact with him once more which beckoned him closer.

  Even though to him she looked as though she knew what she was doing, calm, cool, and collected on the outside. Inside, she was freaking the hell out. The longer she stared at him the wider a smirk grew across her cheek and now she patiently waited for him to make his move.

  Dane's shadow cast over the portion of the room she laid. He lusted after her as he closed the space towards the bed. Her body was to die for with how her shoulder blades tucked in when her back arched. The dark, wet pussy that pushed out towards him beneath her rounded ass drove him wild. The need that flickered in her eyes as she stared over her shoulder at him was temptation at its finest. Her presenting her body to him was the last straw in his restraint. He couldn't stand it anymore.

  The palm of his hand pressed against her lower back which in turn pushed her ass up and made her back curve. With her stomach in knots, Quinta bent herself further down at his guidance. His hands slowly slid along that expanse of skin, down her sides, before they took a firm hold of her hips. Quinta's back involuntarily arched into his hands with her tongue lodged between her lips and her nostrils flared.

  Of course, he had no way of knowing her secret and there was no way she was telling him. Even though she was dripping wet, the only thing that had to be established was how was he going to fit?

  The tip of his throbbing cock began to press against her folds and with a measured amount of pressure, they parted. A low, rumbled hiss escaped Quinta's lips and her eyes curved inward. His cock stretching her open was addicting to say the least. Her lips clung to the side of his rigid shaft while the thick head of his cock violated through the rest of her virgin pussy. He hissed out with instinct. She was tight and hard to get into but the only conclusion he thought of was that she hadn't had sex since she met him. Not that he had just taken her virginity.

  He'd thrust her walls apart with the head which drove the rest of his veined muscle through her body. The first moment he fully fucked into her, the way her sex throbbed around his cock imprinted itself in her mind. Her arousal frothed, bunched at his base, and trailed long, white streaks against his meat. A minute in, his bucks, which started with careful, measured thrusts, slammed against her ass without control. Quinta clenched the bedspread in her grasp while her head threw back. The palms of his hands pressed into her ribs while he pulled her body up and shove himself as far as she'd take him. With his mouth slightly ajar, Dane stared down, through a curtain of dark hair, at how the raw, pink of her pussy dragged out along his cock. Unable to make a sound nor keep her eyes open, her face was pointed straight at the wall across from them. Her tongue rubbed across her upper lip with a grunt. She could only imagine what his cock looked like as it glided in and out of her slit.

  The room was a quiet mess of shaken, stifled breaths, flesh that smacked on flesh, and a hollowed, creamy squish where they joined. Dane was unable to form a decent thought in his head amid fucking his best friend and now lover senseless. There were at times when his bucks were painfully sensual, which would cause her to slam her fist against the mattress. She gritted her teeth to hold her tongue and ride out the best experience she had encountered in years.

  His driving, masculine power over her brought them to a wild and insatiable state. The grip of her body caused his eyes to cross beneath his eyelids. Huffing out, he craved to pump more of that hot, tight tunnel; to keep her going until he couldn't hold himself together. Sweat dripped along the back of his neck and shoulders. He had grown addicted to the very slight sounds she made. To know he did this to Quinta, the stoic, untouchable woman, caused a smirk to pull against the side of his mouth.

  Opening his eyes, he glanced down to see her body while she bounced from his and shook the sheets beneath them. He leaned his long, toned torso along her glistening back before his mouth loosely kissed along her back and shoulder. Already drowning in her own pleasure, Dane's lips brought Quinta back to reality and caused her shudder out of reaction to the sensation he put her through. A thought spurred in his chest. Suddenly, he yearned to have her acknowledge him. He needed to see her face and what he was doing to her.

  Ending up right at her ear, the tone of his voice was quiet, “Look at me.” He coaxed. Quinta's chin tucked into her shoulder while his demand turned her on beyond what she already was. Letting go of her hip with his right hand, he took a hold of her twists and slowly tugged back against her head. Humming out a soft moan, she followed the way he pulled her face to look at his. There was a deep fire in those strong, electric, blue eyes as they connected with hers.

  Staring into one another, his thrusts intentionally slowed down and pushed deep within her body. Quinta savored this. As she rolled her lips in to stay silent, she tried her hardest to stare at him with no avail. Her eyes ultimately fell shut, her eyebrows tucked together, and he was answered with her grunts. He wanted to drive home each moment her soaked pussy lips clamped around the base of his dick.

  Tilting his head to the side, his tongue once again invaded her mouth which cut a gruff, muffled groan from his throat short. Her moans grew louder and louder as her pussy clenched harder over him. A deep twitch within his body caused him to break the kiss, pull his cock from her hungry slit, and push her ass forward.

  This was far too soon.

  Quinta fell onto the mattress and almost immediately every muscle in her body relaxed. She rolled over onto her side and stared up at him with the naive belief that they were finished.

  Dane stayed perfectly still while he slowly crawled down from his climax, “Okay...” he uttered to himself.

  Feeling a heavy weight by her side, Dane laid himself down slightly on his side before he reached o
ver and grabbed her arm. Quinta shifted her eyes from side to side and wondered what the hell he expected her to do. He was not aware of her inexperience so he had her straddle him.

  Oh, this would not end well.

  Staring up at her, he was quite keen to see the whole image of her body at work while they fucked. His gaze darted up from her chest, her waist, her face, and back down to her hips again. Quinta released an open pant while she watched the way he looked at her. She felt how her body began to twitch and spasm for him. She stared down at his flushed features before she caught sight of her massive shadow against the wall and behind his head.

  Seeing how hesitant she was, Dane sighed out and helped Quinta to position herself right to sit on his shaft. He wet his lips while he watched the head of his dick, along with the rest of him, being swallowed into her again. His strong fingers gripped along her waist as he rotated her and showed her how to roll those magnificent hips forward and back. His eyes were locked on that trimmed pussy as watched his cock tunnel through this woman. Her hair swayed and tapped across her back, her arms, and his thighs. Her feet arched on the mattress while she slowly began to bounce herself on his cock. Dane's hips revved up to lift and meet her halfway occasionally but all in all Quinta felt awkward and incredible at the same time.

  Staring at her face with a lost expression, Dane spoke to her in a raw, whispered manner, “Your pussy's so good. You're so fucking good.” He whispered in almost disbelief.

  This alone lit a fire in her stomach and gave her a bit more confidence. She huffed out through her nostrils as he complimented her repeatedly. Unable to conjure words herself, she answered him with a moan to at least acknowledge the fact that she heard him. Knowing how fired she was for him struck Dane right in the chest which caused his eyes to roll back along with his head. Grabbing her hands, their fingers linked together as he helped support the way she swiveled her hips on him. Their grip on one another was strong, their heads were tilted opposite ways, and their mouths were wide open. Finally, Quinta found her niche. She rolled her hips around before she'd lift and buck against him in repetitive motions.

 

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