by Karen Ferry
I grab some clothes from my closet and hurry to put them on. Underwear, a tank top, and yoga pants will have to do for now -- not that I actually do yoga, but the clothes are so comfortable, I don’t care.
“Where did you find the food?” I yell at Daniel, pretty sure I didn’t have any of the ingredients hiding away in my fridge.
“While you were in the shower, I went next-door and got them from my place,” he shouts back, and while I really should argue about that, I don’t bother; again, what’s the point?
I walk back to the kitchen, combing through my hair with my fingers, and almost run into him and a really hot cup of coffee.
“Careful there,” he murmurs and hands me the nectar to feed my soul.
“Hush . . . coffee is my addiction. Thanks,” I answer in a low voice and take the first sip. Immediately, I feel more refreshed and I close my eyes for a few seconds.
His voice breaks me from my reverie, though. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
I open my eyes and give him a quick once-over.
“How are you feeling today? Still sick?” I ask him and lean a hip on the kitchen counter.
He shakes his head. “Naah, I feel good. Well, actually, I feel great, and I guess I have you to thank for that.” He turns his head and smiles gently at me before reaching for the eggs.
I shrug. “I was just being a good neighbour.”
He stops in his tracks, eggs in hand, and smirks at me. “I’m pretty sure not every neighbour would help me get better by choosing . . . err . . . sexcapades as the medicine.”
I almost choke on my coffee, burning my tongue in the process, and cough.
“I’m pretty sure it was the sleep and soup that cured you,” I wheeze out.
Pursing his lips, Daniel breaks the eggs and doesn’t answer me until a fair dozen is in the bowl. “Maybe so...,” he muses, adding milk, water, salt and pepper to the eggs, then grabs a whisk from one of my drawers.
“I’m pretty sure it was the sexcapades, though,” he suddenly says, and I snort.
“You could be right,” I murmur, smiling briefly at him when he turns to me. “I had to ring my Nan and ask what to do with you, so you should probably thank her as well.”
Abruptly, he stops whisking away and looks at me, horror clearly written on his face.
“Your Nan told you to seduce me?” he asks incredulously, and it causes me to burst with laughter.
“No, you dimwit,” I force out between breaths. “She just told me about which food to give you!”
He chuckles, and I can’t help but notice his ears getting red.
“Oh,” he comments faintly, embarrassment covering his features, and my heart flutters.
Too adorable.
“Okay,” I say, quickly changing the subject. “Seeing as you’re much better, I’d say we stick with our original plan.”
“And what’s that?” he asks, frowning at me before pouring the eggs in the pan.
Beaming at him, I reply, “Why, go shopping, of course!”
He groans and leans his head back, looking as if he’s in pain.
“Must we?” he asks me, turning his head to look at me with the most pathetic expression on his face, and it makes me chuckle.
“Of course. Now, I’ll set the table outside while you finish preparing our food, and once we’ve eaten, we can take off.” Placing my cup on the counter beside me, I quickly get some plates and cutlery and move to leave.
“I think I’m still sick,” Daniel mutters surly from behind me, and I turn my head to smile cheekily at him as I walk away.
“Too late, Preppy. We’ve got work to do, and not a lot of time left to do it.”
Leaving him to sulk, I don’t give him the opportunity to see the enormous smile on my lips as I walk away.
After we’ve eaten -- and wow, this man can cook! -- Daniel goes to his flat to grab some fresh clothes, and I do the same. I’ve picked a long, boho, black skirt, a red t-shirt, and some flat red ballerinas with black rhinestones to wear. After I’ve applied some makeup, I put my hair in a messy bun on top of my head; I make sure to have all I need for spending the day away from home, grab my black clutch and leave to knock on Daniel’s door.
It feels rather strange to still do that, given the events of last night and this morning, but I don’t feel comfortable just barging in. Besides, I’m not his real girlfriend, so knocking it is. It’s still imperative to keep some sort of distance between us, no matter how much the lines seem to blur between us.
The distance is necessary for the sake of my sanity.
Daniel opens his door at once and I take in his clothes: white button-down shirt -- again -- but at least he’s rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. And again he is wearing grey slacks and loafers.
I shake my head and frown. “It’s definitely good that you’re no longer sick. Right, let’s get going,” I smile brightly and around turn to walk down the stairs.
“Please promise me that this won’t take long,” Daniel begs as he follows behind me, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Relax, Preppy, we’ll only be gone for a few hours,” I answer, lying through my teeth. This is going to take all day, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“How come I don’t believe you one little bit?” he grumbles behind me. I pretend to ignore him, and we walk outside and down to the bus in silence. I keep some distance between us, though, because while Daniel didn’t utter one single word about his intentions all the time we had breakfast, I don’t want him to think that I’ve forgotten about it.
Because I can’t. The words run around and around in my head like a broken record, and I’m merely waiting for him to make another move. I can’t let down my guard and let him blindside me.
Not until I’m ready.
“Will you please stop doing that?” Daniel asks me and pushes my hands away from the waistband on the denim shorts he’s currently trying on.
“Oh, stop being such a baby,” I mumble. “You need a bigger size, or that cock of yours won’t be able to breathe in these.”
A strangled laugh sounds from above me, and I smile deviously, enjoying myself immensely, and reach for the pants again. We’re in a dressing room inside H&M by the Gl. Kongevej, and we’ve been shopping for a few hours now.
“Well, my cock,” he hisses, “can’t take this anymore, Emma, so stop. Now.”
Sensing that this is a guy close to breaking point, I do as he says and take a step away.
Putting my hands in the air, I look into his eyes, grinning. “Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
Disbelieving, he rakes a hand through his hairs and shakes his head.
“You’re cruel, Emma, you know that?”
“Oh, don’t be such a Debbie Downer, Daniel,” I admonish him and cross my arms, feigning annoyance, and he narrows his eyes at me.
Without uttering another word, he closes the distance separating us in the dressing room, towering over me, until I have to lean my head back so as to not lose his eyes. He keeps moving closer, forcing me to move back, until his hard body is pressed into mine, and holding me prisoner.
So far, I’ve avoided any kind of intimate space between us, but now I can’t. The fact that we’re in a public place, with other customers surrounding us, able to hear our every move, is strangely arousing, and my breathing speeds up from the naughtiness of the situation. That’s what this is: it’s forbidden, unheard of by many...yet it excites me to no end.
Surely he wouldn’t try anything here, would he?
I watch, mesmerised, as his head moves closer and closer, the look in his eyes keeping me spellbound. They are a bit angry, but there’s more to them than that; they’re also heated, and when he leans his arm above my head, his chest brushing mine, my nipples harden immediately.
He turns his head and I can feel his warm breath on my neck -- it’s not unpleasant, of course, but it unnerves me, not knowing what he’s about to do, and, for once, I’m speechless. The anticipati
on is searing through me, and I feel wetness gathering between my legs. Balling my hands into tight fists, thus preventing myself to reach for him and crush my mouth to his, I wait . . . and wait.
He has a few freckles on his neck, and it makes me wonder what his skin tastes like.
“Now,” he whispers -- finally! -- and I can feel his lips resting lightly on my ears, sending a shiver straight through me. “Have you finished tormenting me for the day, or do you have more plans for me?” he asks me, and I can hear the strain in his voice as he pushes his pelvis into mine, making me feel the hardness of his cock through his clothes.
“I think I’m done,” I breathe out, relishing the warmth of his body.
“Good,”he says curtly, but he doesn’t move away from me.
“Are you going to step back?” I ask him after more than ten seconds have passed, even though I don’t really want him to. The air seems electric, ready to burst somehow, and the dampness in my panties is evident, even to him: if I can smell my arousal, I’m almost certain he can, too.
“Not yet,” he groans, pressing even further against me, and a soft moan escapes me.
“You have to,” I urge him, but then I feel his other hand trailing up, up, up my skirt, taking it with him, until my left thigh is exposed. The coolness of the air con makes my skin break out in goose bumps, and my legs seem like jelly.
“What . . . what are you doing?” I hiss, but there’s not much strength behind my rebuttal.
“Shhh . . . you’ll give us away,” he whispers, and I hold my breath when his lips descend on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. His fingers trail the edge of my knickers, and I spread my legs a bit, giving him better access. A low growl sounds from his throat, and holy shit, it’s hot when he does that. Wetness pools between my legs, my clit throbs, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.
“I just need . . . a small taste . . . ,” he pants as his fingers rub my clit lightly over the fabric covering my pussy.
I breathe hard, but try to keep it down, afraid others may hear us . . . I bite down on my lip, my aching nipples hardening further.
Daniel keeps trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck as he rubs my clit, and I can’t stand it anymore. I loosen my right fist and clamp a hand over his, preventing him to keep up his sensual assault, and I open my eyes.
Moving up on my toes, I whisper in his ear, “I know a place not far from here where we’ll be able to play for a while.”
He keeps silent for a few heartbeats and catches his breath. When he nods once, jaw clenched, I kiss the freckles on his neck, biting down lightly, and he breathes hard.
“Em . . . ,” he warns, and I rest a hand on his chest, pushing him slightly away. He removes his hand from beneath my skirt, and although I miss his touch immediately, the fire in his gaze tells me that it won’t be for long.
Rearranging my clothes quickly, I tell him quietly, “I’ll go first,” and he nods once and adjusts the bulge in his pants. Knowing what’s hiding there, I lick my lips, and he can’t hold back a low groan.
“Hurry,” I whisper, draw the curtains aside and leave him alone. I’m positive that my flaming cheeks give away what I’ve been up to, but I don’t care.
I need Daniel. And I need him now.
I’ve never felt such desire before. As I sit here in this secluded park on Daniel’s lap, my skirt covering his hands while he fingers me, I don’t give a toss if anyone sees us. My arms are around his neck, my lips peppering his neck with wet kisses, and my thighs tremble so much I’m almost scared I’d fall off if I didn’t feel his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his fingers digging sharply into my skin.
They’re going to leave a mark.
The thought of Daniel branding me only makes me wetter, and I ride his hand harder, moaning loudly from the pleasure soaring through me.
“Emma . . . ,” he groans. “Fuck, this tight pussy feels like heaven. I want to make you come so bad.” His lips fused to the hollow beneath my neck, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin there immediately sends a shockwave through my entire body, and I hide my face in his neck so my lust filled moans become muffled.
“Ride my fingers, baby,” he whispers, putting two fingers inside me while his thumb puts more pressure on my clit. “This pussy needs my mouth soon . . . ” As I imagine him licking my taste away, the orgasm slams through me, and I come, groaning out his name.
Small tremors run through my body. I love the way Daniel’s fingers keep caressing my sensitive clit ever so softly, and the way he waits me out even though his cock must be bursting at the seams for release only strengthens my feelings for him.
Because this isn’t just lust . . . this is more. Daniel makes me want to believe in fairytales again even if I did give up on them many years ago. Now it’s his turn to ride the wave, and I give him a small, lingering kiss below his ear before slipping down to kneel before him.
He’s breathing hard, and his cheeks and ears are flushed. His eyes never leave mine as I hurry to unbuckle his belt so I can take his cock. He sits back and moves his hips slightly, helping me with my task, and the way he remains silent and doesn’t seem to care that we’re in a public place -- and in broad daylight, no less -- makes me long for his touch again.
I’ll have to wait, though . . . but I’ll definitely have to teach him how to make me come with his mouth and tongue soon.
Freeing his cock from his boxers, I lean closer, never losing eye contact with Daniel, and, just before my mouth is about to close around the tip, he licks his fingers, tasting me again. His pupils are dilated with want -- want for me -- and it only spurs me on even more. This man is about to be blown away . . . and in more ways than one.
As soon as I taste the small beads of semen on his cock, I hum in pleasure, rubbing my thighs together to alleviate the hot throbbing between my legs, and I take his cock further in my mouth.
“This is too good, Em . . . Please don’t stop,” Daniel croaks out, and I keep my eyes on his as I suck gently on the head. Hearing the need in his voice only drives me to please him even more. I grab the base of his cock with my right hand and suck him off, my mouth and tongue eager to make him come undone. His musky scent fills my nostrils, the taste of him overwhelming, and I pick up the pace when I feel his hand cupping my chin. He doesn’t push down or tries to take control, which, to me, speaks volumes, and I love it. I can’t take him all the way to the root, he’s just too big for my mouth for that, but I go as far as I can manage. He continues to whisper dirty things as I increase the pace, and I want to reach down and touch myself, but refrain; this is about him, after all. It’s about driving him wild, about making him realise that I have the power -- not him. And that I’ll decide when he’s allowed to take over. That moment is not now.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he growls as come spurts in my mouth, and I swallow every last drop of it, satisfied and, I’ll admit, pretty turned on once again.
I sit back on my haunches and quickly look around to check for unwanted witnesses, but we’re still alone. As I turn to smile at Daniel, I find him buckling his belt again, and I stand up and walk to sit beside him. We’re both silent for some time, our hands resting on the seat between us. I don’t reach out to touch him, though . . . that would make this too intimate a moment. Once Daniel’s breathing has levelled out, he takes off his glasses and polish them by using the end of his white shirt. I watch him silently, taking in his sharp features, and I wonder why he doesn’t get contacts. Actually, there are a lot of things I can’t quite understand about him or reconcile myself with.
Deciding it’s time to get some answers, I say quietly, “You confuse me, Daniel . . . “
“What?” He puts on his glasses and looks at me, clearly taken back by my admission. Suddenly overcome by shyness -- something, I might add, that seems so illogical given the hot and heavy situation we’ve just been in -- I turn away from his scrutinising gaze and pretend to take in the park instead.
“What makes you say that, Emma?�
�� he persists and cups my cheek, putting pressure on it so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. He’s frowning, and I guess I do owe him some sort of explanation.
“It’s just that . . . ” I hesitate, searching for the right words. “You told me that you didn’t know how to act around girls . . . that you became tongue-tied, nervous . . . and that’s the reason you’re still . . . well, you know, a virgin.” Rolling my eyes, I feel rather foolish, but he simply nods, and I go on. “Yet you aren’t the least bit embarrassed or nervous when you’re around me. In fact, you’re the exact opposite: you’re quite the dirty talker, aren’t you?” I waggle my eyebrows on the last bit, and he chuckles, his thumb rubbing my jaw in small circles.
I shrug. “I guess I feel . . . intrigued by you.” Yes, that’s it; on many levels, Daniel is like an open book to me. He doesn’t hold back. But I can’t make the pieces of what he told me when we first met fit now that this shift in our relationship has occurred. It unsettles me, yet the many facets to his personality make me curious to learn more about him. A novelty thought, given my past.
Clearing his throat, he sits back and turns away, a thoughtful expression in his eyes, and I wonder what he’s about to say.
“I guess I feel . . . more at ease when I’m with you.” His answer takes me by surprise, and I tense up. “With you, I don’t have to pretend that I’m someone I’m not. I’m just Daniel; I’m normal. And I guess there’s freedom in that.” Finally, he shifts his gaze to mine, and the vulnerability there comes close to melting the ice surrounding my heart. Ever so slowly, he leans closer to me, and I can’t keep my body from mimicking his movements. It’s as if he’s a magnet, the opposite of my own, and it’s completely futile to try to resist him. He just has this pull over me.
“And as far as the dirty talker you think I am . . . ,” he murmurs, his nose running along my chin, before he kisses my neck sweetly and nibbles on it. “That’s entirely your own fault, you know,” he whispers. “You’re so sexy all the time I can’t rein it in. You consume me every time you’re near . . . My main focus is on you and I don’t care where we are. You bring out a side of me I never knew existed, and I just want to . . . claim you in some way.”