“I’m sorry,” I say.
Dana looks at me. “I don’t want to be in this thing for you just to call the shots and tell me what to do.”
I nod. “I know. I was wrong. I should have talked to you about everything before I said anything to the press. But the truth is…” I hesitate because it’s not easy for me to talk about my emotions like this. I have to do it, though, if I want us to go anywhere. “I was scared.”
Dana blinks at me. “Of what?”
“Of telling you how I feel about you. I was scared that you might reject me. I didn’t want to ruin what we already had, and I was scared that it would hurt when I told you.”
“Tell me what?” she asks. Her voice is breathy, her eyes large, and she looks younger than usual, more fragile.
I take a deep breath. “That I love you.”
She stares at me for a moment, and I don’t know what to expect. Dana shakes her head back and forth, and her eyes slide back to the view. I move from my couch to hers and take her hand.
“I’m serious,” I say. “I love you. I should have told you before I told them. I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
Dana swallows. “I want to be angry at you,” she says. “But all I am is hurt.”
I nod. I understand.
“I made sacrifices, too, you know.”
I nod again. “I know. Your job. And going public. I realize it’s a bigger sacrifice for you than it is for me. I know I was wrong.”
I raise her hand to my lips and plant a kiss on her knuckles. She looks at me, and for a moment, I think she’s going to cry. She lets out a shuddering breath and nods.
“It’s okay,” she says in a soft voice. And I believe her. “I love you, too.”
The words are so soft from her lips I can barely hear them, but they’re there, and they are real. I hesitate only a moment before I take her head in my hands and kiss her.
She kisses me back, carefully at first, but then the kiss intensifies, and suddenly, all I want to do is be inside her. It’s not about lust, either. I want to claim her as mine, to take her back into my personal space, to keep her safe and not let her go.
“Let’s move away from windows,” she says. I have a feeling she feels the same as I do, but I won’t assume again.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to be with you,” she says, and the way she says it tells me exactly what she means.
I get up and hold my hand out to her. She takes my hand, and I pull her against me. I’m already hard for her, but I want to make this about her.
The only two places in the apartment with windows that allow for privacy is in the spare bedroom and the main bedroom. There’s no way I’m going to lead Dana to the main bedroom, so we walk to the spare, and I close the door.
“Where are they?” I ask Dana, only thinking to ask, now.
“They’re on some expedition. Chris said they’ll be all day.”
I smile at her. “Perfect.”
I step close to her, cup her face in my hands, and kiss her. I let my tongue slide into her mouth slowly and taste her as if it’s the first time. As if I haven’t tasted her before. The kiss is deep and sensual, drawn out and Dana melts against me.
I let my hands roam over her body, touching her everywhere, her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, her hips, her groin, her ass, her back. I slide my hands over her in one big caress. Her breathing gets harder as I do, and I can tell that she’s getting turned on by it. The urge grows inside me, but I don’t act on it. I want to keep this soft and sensual. I want to show her that I love her.
Slowly, I start to undress her. Piece by piece, I get rid of her clothing, and she does the same for me. When we’re both naked, I guide her back to lay on the bed. I crawl over her body and kiss her again. I make my way down her jawline and onto her neck, focusing on the delicate skin below her ear, the dip above her collarbone, and then her chest. I kiss a line between her two breasts and over her stomach. I shower her with kisses, worshipping her body.
She breathes harder and moves beneath my hands and lips, but I don’t touch her anywhere sexual. I want to kiss her, to love her, and to show her how beautiful she is. When my mouth reaches the dip above her hip bone, she shudders. I open her legs and work my way down her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs. I smell her scent with her legs open, and it damn near drives me crazy, but I’m not done.
I keep kissing her down one leg and then back up the other. I roll her over and do the same with the back of her body, crawling up from her feet. Every inch I kiss, I cover with my own body until I’m lying almost on top of her, keeping my weight off her body enough not to crush her beneath me.
“Keagan,” she breathes. I know I’m torturing her. “Please, I need more.”
I know she can feel my cock against her ass, the feel of my flesh thick and hard, resting against her ass cheek. Her skin is burning hot, and I want to take her, but I don’t want to do it for the sake of getting off.
Dana rolls over onto her back again. I kiss her on the mouth, my tongue playing with hers, and press the length of my body against hers. She sighs into my mouth. My body aches for her, but I am resolute. I want to take it slow, and I will control myself.
I kiss her again, showering her body with kisses. This time, I include her breasts. I take each nipple into my mouth in turn and suck gently on her. I knead her breasts and run my hands down her ribs and hips, feeling her, touching her. She’s petite in my hands, and being bigger and stronger than her makes me feel protective of her.
I won’t hurt her again, I tell myself. I will protect her, the way a man should do for his woman.
“Please,” she begs and her thighs fall open for me.
I nestle myself between them, and it takes a lot not to push into her, but I don’t want to do anything other than make love to her, and I’m going to draw it out as long as it’s necessary for her to realize how much I feel for her, and how much she means to me. It’s not just about sex with her, even though it’s mind-blowing sex. It’s about so much more.
She sighs when I rest between her hips, not pressing myself against her entrance. My skin touches hers, and that’s what I want. I can satisfy my hunger for her later. Right now, I want to make sure that everything is right between us.
Chapter 28
Dana
He’s driving me mad. His kisses all over my body drive me crazy. He leaves a trail of fire behind wherever his mouth touches me, and he strategically avoids all my sexual areas so that I’m writhing with anticipation. The denial frustrates me, just as much as it turns me on.
I know he wants me. I can feel him, hard against my body when he presses himself against me. He wants me just as much as I want him, but he’s drawing it out. I can feel the love and the affection that he’s feeling with all the attention he’s paying me. At first, it was great to feel so loved. It was great to be treated like that, like he’d heard what I said and took it to heart.
Now, it’s just torture.
“Please, Keagan,” I beg for the third time. “I really need you to fuck me.”
He looks up at me, and his eyes are full of things I can’t decipher right now. I’m too horny. He smiles at me, and I don’t know if he’s going to torture me further or give me what I want.
I’m on my back again. He’s kissed every inch of my body except the parts that are aching for attention now.
Keagan runs his hands over my body, and it’s like my nerve endings are on fire. Every touch makes me shiver. I want him that badly. My lust, my eagerness for his body, curls inside me, and I need a release to ease of the tension that I’ve been dealing with the for the past three days.
His hands slide over my thighs, and I open my legs for him, putting myself on display, showing him what I want. I’m wet. I can feel it, and I know that he can see it when he looks down at my pussy because his eyes become dark with that hunger that fills men’s eyes when they look at a woman and they know for sure what’s going to happen. He dips his head, an
d I hold my breath, almost too nervous to hope for something more than the torture he’s been handing out.
Keagan closes his lips on my pussy, and I shiver. He sticks out his tongue and licks down the length of my slit and back up as if he’s tasting me. I can smell my own scent. I’m that aroused. I know that it must be driving him crazy, but he’s in absolute control today.
When he flicks his tongue over my clit, my body jerks and I moan. This is what I was waiting for. Keagan flicks his tongue back and forth a few times before he closes his lips over my clit and sucks.
I cry out. The sensation is so erotic, so charged with pleasure, and my body drinks it in after being made to wait so long for it. An orgasm builds almost immediately. I close my thighs around his head a little to keep him in place and buck my hips, mashing myself against his face, my body begging for more.
When he decides it’s enough, he stops. My body aches for him, and I don’t want him to stop, but Keagan rolls onto his back, next to me, and I climb onto him, straddling his hips with my legs. His cock is thick and hard along his lower stomach. I stroke it with the tips of my fingers, bend down, and suck on him once or twice to lube him up. Then I lean forward and guide him to my entrance.
The tip presses in, and I groan. Release from the intense horniness is finally on the horizon. Before I can sit down on him, he pushes down on the bed and moves away from me again, his thick flesh flopping back onto his stomach.
I pull a face at him, and he grins at me. I want him so badly, and he knows it, but he insists on making it hard for me to have him. He’s teasing me.
He rubs his hands over my arms, my stomach, and over my breasts. He tugs at my nipples, and I sigh in frustration.
“Okay,” he says and nods.
I reach for him and position myself onto him again, guiding him to my entrance. I need to fuck him. When I start sliding down, his cock pushing into me, Keagan pulls me forward by my shoulders, and he can’t slide in any deeper. I’m about to cry out in frustration at his tactics to stop me from doing it.
He holds me in this angle and moves his hips forward and back, so that his tip slips in and out of me. It’s great. Just enough to make me want him more, but not nearly enough to be satisfying.
“Give me more, baby,” I say.
He grins when I call him a pet name. Until now, I’ve only called him by his real name.
“I like it when you beg,” he says. “Do it some more.”
I narrow my eyes at him. I know he likes it when I beg, and usually I don’t want to, but I’m aching for him, and I need him in a bad way.
“Please, let me fuck you,” I say. “I need you so badly.”
He smiles. His eyes are dark, the pupils dilated, and his grin is satisfied.
“I like your dirty mouth when we do this,” he says.
I smile at him. “For all the things you like about me, you don’t show it very well by denying me. Please, just give it to me.”
His grin widens, and I know I’m giving him what he wants. It’s endearing to see him this pleased, and I’m willing to give him what he wants from time to time. I smile at him, too.
He nods slowly, and I think I’m finally allowed to move things forward. I sit down on him slowly, to test the waters. He doesn’t stop me or pull me back, and he sinks into me until he’s deep inside of me. I groan. I will never get used to the orgasmic feel of him inside of me from the very moment he enters me. I close my eyes and move my hips from side to side a little, getting used to the feel of him. I lean forward and kiss him.
Keagan wraps his arms around my back, pinning my arms to my sides, and he starts bucking his hips underneath me, slamming his cock into my pussy. I cry out as he nails me hard from beneath me, and I drop my head onto his chest and let him take me like that. He fucks me like this for a while, holding me in place, completely in control, even though I’m on top of him.
I don’t mind. The feeling takes over, and I can’t think straight. I’m focused only on the sensation of being fucked, of his cock sliding in and out of me, of my body responding by clamping down on him, and the beautiful feeling of an orgasm building.
But I don’t want to come. Not yet. And I know that he won’t let me. He likes to draw it out. I’m starting to be able to read him.
Just as I think it, he stops. I sit up, breathing hard from the sensations. He’s breathing hard, too, from exertion. His eyes are bright, and he flashes a lopsided grin at me. He’s proud of himself, of the torture.
I smile back at him. Two can play at this game.
I move my hips, bucking them back and forth a bit. He closes his eyes. I push myself up on my knees so that his tip is inside me and nothing more. When he opens his eyes, he must see my expression because he smiles again.
“I’m driving, now,” I say.
I slide back down his cock, very slowly. As soon as he reaches my cervical wall, I push myself up again and pull him out. I carry on doing this, moving up and down his cock so slowly it’s torture, even for me. But the look on his face says it all.
The hunger in his eyes grows, and his lips are parted. He’s breathing hard. His hands are on my hips, and he’s trying to push me down farther onto his cock, but I won’t let him.
Of course, if he really wanted to, he could. But it’s a game, and he knows it’s my turn to play it.
Keagan groans when I keep up my slow pace, driving him crazy with my body the same way he did for me. I like it when he’s going crazy the way he is now, even better when it’s because of me and not just his own lust.
I lean down while I slowly ride his cock, and my breasts are close to his face. He lifts his head and takes a nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes. I’m balanced for a moment between his lips and his cock, and I want to ride him harder and faster, but I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.
I pull away so that he can’t suck on my nipple anymore. He reaches for my breasts, but I wrap my fingers around his wrist as far as I can and gently put his hands on either side of his head. I’m not nearly strong enough to pin him down, of course, but he gets the hint, and he plays along. Even though we both know I’m not exactly strong enough to overpower him, the gesture grows the hunger in his eyes, and I like that he’s at my mercy.
His face makes it all worth it. He lies stretched out on the bed, his arms up by his head, and his eyes full of desire. I’m on his cock, sliding up and down slowly, and I can’t think of a better way to do makeup sex after we haven’t spoken for three days. When I walked away from him, I didn’t know if we were going to fix it. I didn’t know if I’d made a mistake by agreeing to be with him, by agreeing to go public so quickly.
Now, I think I’ve made the right choice. Everyone makes mistakes, including Keagan, and I don’t think this will be our last fight. But if we can kiss and make up, or fuck and make up, as the case may be, then we can get through anything.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Keagan says.
I smile. “I like it when you beg,” I say, throwing his own words back at him.
He smiles. “I see what you did there.”
“Other than you?”
I stick my tongue out at him. He pulls his hand away, proof that I wasn’t holding him down at all, and he grabs me behind the neck, pulling me down to him. He kisses me hard, his tongue entering my mouth, and he tastes me, his tongue searching, exploring. His kiss is urgent. His other arm snakes around my waist, but I know what he’s going to do, and I stop him, pushing his arm away. Again, he can do it if he wants to. I can’t stop him with what little strength I have compared to his. But he plays along and groans.
“How long are you going to keep doing this?” he asks.
I shrug. “Until we’re even.”
We kiss again, but this time, I’m in control. I lick his lips. When he leans up to kiss me, I pull back just enough for our lips to keep touching but nothing more, nothing satisfying. When he sticks out his tongue to lick me, I pull back as well. He can’t have any more than I’m giving
him.
“This is terrible!” he cries out.
I smile. “Just beg me, baby.”
He shakes his head, a smile on his lips. “I want you to fuck me,” he groans.
His mouth is smiling, but his eyes are hungry, and his voice doesn’t sound like he’s joking when he speaks. It’s a throaty sound, thick with need, and I can feel how badly he wants me with the way he speaks the words.
I lean down and kiss him again.
Chapter 29
Keagan
She’s driving me up the wall because she’s doing to me exactly what I’ve done to her. It’s the ultimate lesson in do unto others what you want them to do to you. I’m writhing beneath her, eager to take her, but she’s telling me not to, and I won’t do it. I like this game we’re playing.
Now that we’ve kissed and made up, Dana is herself again, warm and beautiful, kind and gentle. And she’s fun, too. Until now, I’ve called all the shots in our sex life, but I think I’ll let her choose what we do sometimes. She knows just how to get me horny as hell, and then not to give it to me. She knows how to drive me insane.
She won’t just ride me like she normally does. She’s teasing me. A big part of me wants in, but a part of me wants her to keep the control like this. I want to see how far she draws it out. The torture, although it makes me so horny it’s almost painful, is delicious.
I only let her carry on for a short while longer because I can’t bear any more than that. I put my arms around her back and pull her forward again, putting herself at an angle and me in control.
I shove my cock into her deep, and she cries out. I fuck her hard for one, two, three strokes, enough to get the urge back under control, before I pull back again, and we play the torture game again. I can keep doing this all day. I’m delighted to know that she can, too.
My tip is inside her, and she writhes, aching for more. I buck my hips, fucking her with only the tip, and I know it’s driving her crazy. Her face is pulled into that mask of erotic ecstasy, but she’s biting her lower lip, her brows are furrowed, and if I didn’t know better, I would have said there was pain, too. But it’s not pain. Its desperation born from pleasure denial. It’s my favorite kind of pain because it doesn’t hurt at all, but it makes her beg and beg.
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