Faithful (8 page)

My breat
h became deeper and shorter and I couldn’t help myself as I cried out, “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

My words seemed to give him pleasure
. He moaned, “Baby, come for me.” His command was my final undoing. My orgasm crashed over me as I screamed out his name. “That’s it, that’s what I wanted to see. You’re so beautiful. No thinking.” His pressure on my nub lessened slightly as the last spasms shuddered out of me, and finally he withdrew his hand.

He brought his lips briefly to mine and then to my chin, his soft mouth working its way down between my breasts and over my belly. My hands finally free, I grasped his hair and
savored the sensation of his breath on my skin. Looking down at him, I saw him kneel before me as he grasped my bottom with both hands and brought his tongue to the place recently vacated by his thumb. Oh my god, was he not going to stop? I could feel renewed wetness pool inside me at the sight of this beautiful man’s face buried in my sex. Alternating in rhythm and pressure, his tongue was relentless; he wasn’t giving up.

I felt a second orgasm begin to build.
He slipped his thumb into me and began to pulse in and out, around and around. The sensation was just overwhelming. The most incredible waves of desire ran through my entire body, and I couldn’t hold back anymore as I confessed, “Daniel, please, you feel so good. I’m so ready for you.” I felt my entire sex throb and convulse around his thumb and tongue. Losing my ability to stand, I slumped down the wall, but Daniel was there to catch me.

He scooped me up and kicked the door to my bedroom open and placed me on the bed. I couldn’t look at him
. I was too embarrassed. I had never talked ... well ... dirty during sex, but the way Daniel made me feel left me with no choice, the words just tumbled out.

Daniel sat on the bed next to me and swept the hair from my face, strok
ed my cheek. My hazy mind cleared enough for me to remember that he hadn’t yet climaxed and I reached across and put my hand on his thigh to initiate his pleasure. He must have read my mind as he took my hand in his and whispered, “No, Leah, not now. This is about you. Sex should never be
quid pro quo
.” It was a sharp reminder of Charlie; that’s what our sex life had been about, him giving to me so I would give to him. With Daniel it was different already.

“But I want to please you.” I was telling the truth. I wanted his pleasure in the way he wanted mine. I didn’t want to please him because he had pleased me.

“And you do, and you will.” He kissed me gently, running his tongue under my top lip from side to side. I moaned and he pulled back. “You’re right. You are ready for me, in every way. But for now, we have dinner plans. And I can’t fuck you properly worrying that your flatmate is listening.” Daniel grinned, then kissed me on the forehead. He morphed from Sex God Daniel to Playful Daniel in less than a second.

“What, now you worry about my
flatmate?” I teased.

“She went out for a run. She told me she’d be about 45 minutes. When I get to fuck you properly, we are going to need a whole lot longer than that, believe me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“It just is what’s going to happen.” He looked at me seriously; back to
Sex God Daniel.

***

Daniel’s driver was waiting for us when we got outside Anna’s building and we slipped into the black Mercedes hand in hand. “Where are we going?”

Daniel was wearing soft, faded jeans and a long
-sleeved, midnight blue t-shirt. It was a sexy, comfortable vibe, so when I dressed I followed his lead in tight, dark blue jeans and a shocking pink casual shirt, teamed with platform, studded ankle boots—it wasn’t a choice for people going to a private members’ club in Mayfair, that’s for sure. “I thought we could keep it casual and local tonight, if that’s OK with you? I know a place, just around the corner from me.” He grinned at me.

“Sounds perfect
.” I grinned back.

***

Dinner was delicious. The place was very authentically Italian and the owner greeted Daniel like a son, with a big bear hug that Daniel returned with enthusiasm.

As we sat down
, Daniel pouted. “This table is too big, I need to be closer to you.”

“I think they need to have somewhere to put the food
,” I teased in response. He placed his fingers over mine, stroking my skin up toward my elbow. The now-familiar heat of my desire for Daniel’s touch started to increase my body temperature. I quickly withdrew my hand and broke our eye contact as I fanned myself with the specials menu.

“Have some control
, Leah. We are in
public
,” Daniel teased.

“Then stop touching me!” I exclaimed in a whisper.

“Hmm, nope. Not ever.”

Thankfully our waiter interrupted
. “Mr. Daniel, so good to see you with a lady tonight!” The waiter turned to me when he said “Mr. Daniel, he works so hard he says he has no time for a lady, no time for love, and always eats alone. So I am very pleased to see you tonight.” Daniel laughed good-naturedly at the indiscretions of his host.

“I pay him to say that to all the girls I bring here!”
He looked at me. “I’m kidding!” he responded at my scowl.

Daniel went on to order for us, checking a couple of times about my
preferences, but choosing what I was going to eat. How sexy was that?

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at
him throughout our meal. His eyes barely left mine. It was very easy between us; it didn’t seem like a first date and wasn’t as awkward as I expected—not awkward at all—but I guess that was the point of Daniel’s anti-anxiety master class which I participated in earlier. I flushed with the memory of my words to him and the images of him buried between my thighs caused a rush of liquid to my sex.

“We need to leave
, baby. Seeing that look that just ran across your face has made me as hard as steel. I need you naked right now.”

We tripped over ourselves trying to get out of the restaurant as quickly as was humanly possible. Bursting out onto the street I looked around for the car.

Daniel grabbed me. “My place is less than a block up.” He put his arm around my shoulders and I snaked an arm around his waist and leant into him, breathing in his masculine scent that was increasingly familiar to me.

I was excited to see where he
lived; I wanted to know everything about him. When we stopped outside a three-story Georgian mansion, I looked at him curiously. Surely the whole house wasn’t his. It must be converted into flats. A flat around here would run into millions.

No, apparently the whole house was his. What the what? Who had I just had dinner with? He had had it
remodeled when his ex-wife moved out—it looked like it had just been done. The colors were pale beiges and rich chocolates, like Kelly Hoppen lived in it. Of course, that was because apparently Kelly Hoppen had designed the remodel and redecoration.

He seemed so comfortable and at home there, which I guess made sense, but I had expected more of a bachelor pad, something less warm and inviting, less
comfortable The entire ground floor was open plan; we wandered into the kitchen area and Daniel kicked off his shoes and padded to the fridge in his socks. Cute.

He brought out a bottle of wine, poured us two
glasses, and handed one to me, brushing my fingers as he did. I blinked slowly in response to the touch.

“You are so sexy when you do your slow
-motion blink.” And his lips were on mine in an instant and he grabbed my wine and placed it on the counter behind me; my bottom quickly followed as he lifted me up and placed me on the counter in front of the wine.

T
he desire that had inflamed me back in the restaurant returned. I buried my hands in his hair, pulled him deeper into me. He undid the buttons on my shirt pulled at my lace-covered nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Was it possible to climax like this, just from his kiss and his hands on my breasts? I was about to find out.

“Why
... what ... why did you stop?” I stuttered.

He steadied himself using the counter as a support, avoiding my eyes. After what seemed like three days
, his breathing returned to normal and he looked at me.

“Leah, are you sure about this? I don’t want to push you into anything. I want this
—I need this—to be about you and me, and not you and Charlie.”

I laughed and threw my head back and he pouted and crossed his arms across his body. He was so cute when he was sulking. I reached up and stroked his face and his hand covered mine

“Charlie who? If you don’t think I want you right now from your hair follicles to the tips of your toes, then we have been on different dates this evening. All I want to know is why we are both fully clothed and in your kitchen. I thought you were going to fuck me into next week. I’m beginning to think you are all talk, Mr. Armitage.”

Daniel pulled me into a bedroom. His urgent hands were all over me, pulling off my clothes until I was down to my underwear. Thank goodness I had thought ahead and pulled something half-decent out my drawer. Cornflower blue lace, it was my favorite: girly and sexy at the same time. Daniel was still fully clothed and he ran his tongue over my bra as he reached behind me and unclasped it. My breasts tumbled out and he pulled back, drew breath, and looked over my body as if deciding where to go next.

I used the opportunity to reach down and unbutton him, desperate to feel his physical need for me. And there it was, I reached beneath his boxer briefs and he shuddered as I stroked his hardness using my whole hand, wrapped around him. I held his gaze and wet my lips at the thought of getting to feel him in me any minute now.

“Jesus, I need to be inside you right now or it’s going to be too late.”

Daniel moved off the bed and hurriedly stripped himself naked before
he hooked his thumbs under my panties, and pulled them off. Climbing on the bed tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth, he said, “Baby, this going to be quick and it’s going to be hard. I can’t hold myself back much longer.”

He looked at
me for confirmation. Desperate for his hardness and overcome by his directness, I reached down for him again, but before I found him he covered my body with his and plunged into me.

My back arched in response and I threw my head back.
It was if he was climbing inside me. Very slowly he pulled completely out and rubbed himself up and down my sex and then plunged again. “You are so ready and wet for me.”

I was lost in him. He picked up speed and I felt as if I were being pushed into the bed, deeper and deeper each time. I tried to catch my breath between thrusts but I couldn’t get enough and I swung
my hips toward him. He took the opportunity to find my clitoris with his thumb and I cried out, “Daniel, please harder. I need you.”

He grunted and increased the pressure to my nub
and  I came undone, my whole body pulsating into orgasm. In between each thrust he bellowed “You. Are. So. Beautiful.” I saw his climax in his eyes overlap with mine and as he emptied himself into me.

Collapsing beside me he put his arm under my neck and pulled me into him kissing the top of my head and I rolled my body toward his and put my hand on his chest. “Jesus
, Leah, I’ve not come like that since I was a teenager. You might well be the death of me.”

“What a way to go
,” I said breathily and we both giggled.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold off for longer. You are just too damn sexy.”

“Daniel, I’ve had three orgasms today. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’ll take that
,” he replied and kissed me again on the top of my head, and then brought his hand down between my breasts, stroking, feeling me, reassuring me. He cupped my sex and whispered, “This here, it feels like home.” His fingers slid backward and forward, slick with my arousal, and I felt the familiar heat build in my stomach.

“Daniel.”

“Yes, baby. Tell me. Talk to me.”

He pushed one finger into me and I twisted my hips away from him.

“You’re not going anywhere, Leah, give in to it.” He maneuvered me so my back was to his front and delved inside with another finger. “Oh, that’s it. Open up for me, Leah. You are so wet.” He pushed rhythmically into me.

“I feel it
,” I gasped. I could feel nothing else, nothing but his body, his breath, his heartbeat racing across his skin.

“How does it feel?” I could hardly catch my breath now as he pushed into me. His cock growing against my back.

“It feels too good.” His thumb was circling my nipple now and the mixture of sensations was too much. He was everywhere, touching every part of my body. My thoughts fell away and I just gave in as I felt my orgasm deep in my stomach, building and then as he pulled my nipple it pounded through me. “Daniel,” I cried out.

He pulled his hand from my sex and without him behind me I fell lifeless onto my back. I was vaguely aware of the mattress moving beneath me and then I felt him between my legs.

“I can’t waste a drop.” His tongue prolonged the pulses coursing through my body and then soothed me as my heartbeat started to return to normal.

Daniel licked,
kissed, and nipped his way up my body. When his eyes reached mine they were hungry. I reached between us and squeezed his thickness and he moaned my name. He was hard and ready and I loved that I did that to him. I stroked my clit with the tip of him and then positioned him at my entrance.

“Leah
,” he said softly again and started to slide into me, slowly, teasingly.

“More, Daniel. Deeper.”

Instead of giving into my begging, he pulled out. “Say it again, baby.”

“More, Daniel, please. I want you inside me.”

“You do, baby?”

My hands found my way
around to his bottom to urge him forward but I couldn’t move him. “Please,” I begged again.

“Louder.”

“Please. Daniel. Please fuck me,” I screamed.

He slammed into me, taking my breath with him, pushing me up the bed with the force of his movement and then pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me again.

“Look at me, Leah, don’t close your eyes.” My focus was blurred but I found his eyes concentrating on my face, on the pleasure streaked across it. “Don’t close your eyes.” And without breaking eye contact he moved above me, so close that I could feel him against my clit, against my nipples, against my whole body as if his body was molded perfected into mine to become one. It was an intimacy I’d never felt before, my mind, body and soul connected to his. I felt every movement more acutely because of what I saw in Daniel’s eyes; they darkened and filled with lust. Lust for me. And something more.

He pushed up my knee and the change in angle was all I needed to feel the beginnings of my orgasm in my spine. It couldn’t be possible. Sex like this couldn’t be possible. Everything was magnified, every feeling, every movement. Every inch of my body had been kissed and licked and covered with him. And I never wanted it to stop.

I looked between us at where he was moving into me.

“You like that?”

I looked back up at him.

“You like seeing where I’m moving into you?”

His words took me over the edge and I felt myself tighten around him and could see in his eyes that he felt every movement. He grunted and increased his rhythm and seconds later he stiffened, his climax crawling up his body and across his face. He slumped over me and sleep took us both.

***

The next morning I awoke with a start. The bed beside me was empty and I felt a pang of insecurity. The sex had been amazing. Well, for me anyway. Maybe last night was par for the course for Daniel. With Charlie I rarely climaxed, but reconciled myself to the fact that was the case for a lot of women and put it down to my biology. But my body seemed to work differently with Daniel.

Maybe that sexual connection was all that was between us and now that would be it. Maybe for Daniel, I was unfinished business from
high school and after yesterday I would be crossed off his task list. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep last night. I should have jumped in a cab. I quickly gathered up my clothes from the floor and dressed.

I popped
into the bathroom and washed my face, tried to tame my recently fucked hair. Eurgh, my teeth needed a brush and I needed a shower. I couldn’t wait to get home. I wondered whether Daniel was downstairs or if he’d left me in the house hoping I’d be gone by the time he got back. I had to get out of here now. I was driving myself mad.

I tiptoed down the stairs and saw Daniel sitting at the counter
, reading the weekend
FT
and eating breakfast in his underwear with damp hair—he must have had a shower already. His body was so amazing it was ridiculous. What must he have thought of my wobbly bits when every inch of him was hard muscle?

I breezily said
, “Morning,” and I turned my attention to looking for my bag.

“Hey
, baby, what are you looking for? Come here.”

I found my bag and tentatively headed toward Daniel, avoiding his eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me in to him
, but I twisted my face away. No morning tooth-brushing, no morning kissing. That was a strict policy of mine. He rubbed his stubble up against my cheek and breathed me in as he ran his hands around my back and up under my shirt.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.
Wanna take a shower with me?”

I patted his back briefly and pulled away. “I need to get going
. I don't have a toothbrush and I don’t want Anna to wonder if I’m OK.”

His hands dropped from me and he slid off his stool. “Well, I have a spare toothbrush
, but if you want to go, I’ll take you back to Anna’s.” He seemed a bit cool.

“No need, I can get the tube.”

“Leah, you’re not getting the tube. Let me throw on some clothes. I’ll be two seconds.”

He was only slightly longer than two seconds and without exchanging any further words or eye contact
. The awkwardness level was rising by the minute when we finally left his beautiful house and he guided me toward a silver sporty Jag.

Once in the car, we drove silently through the almost
-deserted streets of London. I wasn’t sure if he couldn’t wait to get rid of me or was angry, but the atmosphere was unbearable. I shifted in my seat, desperate to break the tension. Should I try and make polite conversation—show him that I didn’t care if it was just sex for him. I could handle that, couldn’t I?

Finally we pulled up outside Anna’s flat.

As I gathered my things he said softly, “Please don’t go without telling me what happened. Did I push you into sleeping with me?”

My tummy flipped over. Is that what he thought? That he did something? My eyes welled. I threw my head back on the headrest
. “I am just so exceptionally bad at this.” He turned his head and our eyes met properly for the first time that morning and a tear trickled from each eye, how humiliating, now I was crying.

“Leah
,” he looked panicked. “Please don’t, what’s the matter?” He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. “What is going on in that head of yours, baby? I can’t deal with not knowing what you are thinking.”

I took a deep breath and confessed to the thoughts that had been running through my head that morning: I followed his lead and laid myself bare to him.

I told him I was worried our connection that I felt so strongly was just sexual and that I might just be another notch on his bedpost, that I felt I should have gone home and I maybe I’d outstayed my welcome, that I would be overtaken by my feelings for him, fall too deep too quick for him and that I was worried that my neurosis would push him away. I even told him I was worried I wasn’t good enough in bed, that he wouldn’t like me now he’d seen me naked.

Once I started I couldn’t stop.

At some point during my confession he pulled me onto his lap and I was curled into his chest drinking in his smell. When I finally finished he started chuckling. Great, just the reaction I was looking for.

“What part of
‘wanna take a shower with me’ left you feeling so insecure? I need to ratchet up the quality of my come-on.” I started to laugh with him. I was clearly being ridiculous.

“You
’re right, but I had created a problem in my head by that point.” I tried to explain.

After our laughs subsided he kissed the top of my head
. “I love making love with you. I love how much you seem to enjoy it, how much it feels like you want me as much as I want you, which is a lot in case you were wondering. I love that you let go and give yourself up to me. But it’s more than that for me. I feel you in my heart, Leah.” I pushed closer toward him.

“It’s true, I do
,” I whispered

“You do what
, baby?”

“Want you. A lot
,” I said to his chest, embarrassed by my revelation outside the heat of the moment. Daniel shifted underneath me uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry
, but having you on my lap, saying things like that to me is making my dick twitch.”

“Daniel!”

“What?” he sounded a bit offended.

“It gets me hot when you talk like that.”

“That’s it. You need to get off my lap or I’m done for.” I giggled and he opened his car door and slid me out to the pavement.

He
led me upstairs to Anna’s first-floor flat, holding my hand all the way. As I rummaged in my bag for my keys, Daniel nuzzled my neck and pulled me against him. I finally found my keys and we went inside.

Anna was under a blanket lying on the sofa facing away from the door, watching a rom com. A definite sign of a hangover.

“Hey, hangover girl.”

She didn’t move.
“I feel horrible. But what about you, how is your vagina? All used up? Has the neurosis kicked in yet?”