Bare Skin (Skin Deep 5)

Chapter 20

Dani

I was gasping for air by the time he released my lips, and I was shaking.

Jesus Lord…my mind was spinning with all that had happened in the last hour, and it wasn’t even noon. There was no turning back, now, though. You can’t unsay words once they’ve left your lips; just like you can’t un-feel feelings once you’ve felt them. And holy hell was I feeling!

Scared, shocked, anxious, happy…loved.

I realized he was staring at me, concern sweeping his features. I tried to smile, but it faltered, and I watched his brow furrow, knew he was feeling unsure at the moment, feeding off the nervous energy surrounding me. I mean, yeah I told him I loved him back, but I insulted him in the process.

I cringed at the thought. “Sorry I called you dense. And an idiot. And that I was sarcastic when-”

He pressed his finger to my lips, effectively shutting me up. “You don’t have to apologize. I’ll take it however you want to give it.”

Then he kissed me again, a slow, soft meeting of lips. I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing my body fully to his, then gasped as he gripped my hips and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically.

With me still in his arms, he closed the front door and locked it, but he didn’t turn towards the hallway like I expected. Instead, he strode to the breakfast bar and sat me down on the edge of it, pushing me back gently with one hand in the middle of my chest, leaving my legs dangling over the end. I let him, waiting to see what he would do next.

He popped open the button of my jeans and dragged the zipper down slowly, tracing his fingers over the lace covered skin he exposed. I whimpered as his hand left me, then, moving down to pull my tennis shoes off, each landing with a thump somewhere in the living room where he tossed them.

But then his hand was back, joined with the other as he tucked them into the waistband of my jeans and tugged. I lifted my hips to help, and he slid them down and off, gasping as his hands moved back upwards, his fingers touching every inch of my legs. He swirled them over my calves, around my knees, skimming the sensitive, ticklish skin at the backs of them, then up the sides of my thighs before dipping into the creases at the top. He traced the edge of my panties with both thumbs, framing my sex with his hands before he slipped his thumbs up the center of me.

I knew he could feel how wet I was. There’s no way he would miss it, because I had felt the rush of moisture flooding my core as soon as he’d lifted me into his arms.

He groaned as he pressed them against my clit, making me shudder. But then the sweet pressure on my nub was gone. Instead, he twisted his fingers into the lace at my hips and jerked. I heard my panties tear, felt them being pulled away from my body, leaving me open and exposed to his heated gaze.

He pushed my legs open and up, bracing his hands on them as his eyes roved over my bare sex. I watched his face, saw his eyes darken, his lids droop, his nostrils flare, and it sent a pulse through my pussy, along with another rush of wetness.

The way I was lying on the countertop wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, but I would gladly stay that way forever, as long as he kept looking at me like that.

He lifted a hand from one of my legs, but I kept it bent up, my breath faltering as he ran a single fingertip down my slit, sliding it deep inside me with no resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, watching his finger glide in and out of my entrance. He added another finger, sliding them deep and twisting them as he thrust them into me over and over again, deep and steady, gentle yet demanding.

He leaned down, closing his mouth over my clit, sucking it between his lips before lashing it with his tongue until my back was bowed and my broken cries were echoing through the room. He brought me to the edge, but as soon as he felt my body start to clench around his fingers, he pulled away.

“No!” I whimpered, reaching for him, trying to bring him back to me.

Need was a heavy ache pulsing between my thighs, begging for fulfillment, but he merely shook his head. “No, not yet, baby.”

“Calland…” I whispered, want crawling over my skin, curling low in my belly. My hands rose of their own volition, roaming my heated skin, cupping my breasts, sliding down between my thighs to my drenched folds. I rolled my clit between my fingers and circled it once, moaning as pleasure washed over me, sending me even closer to the edge.

I cried out again as his hand clamped over my wrist, stilling my movements. He pulled it away, clucking his tongue at me. “I didn’t say you could come yet, Dani.” He slid my finger into his mouth, licking and sucking my juices away, making me gasp, before he released my hand.

“Mmmm…God, you taste so fucking good.”

I glared at him, my hands clenching as I writhed desperately, seeking any kind of contact to bring me some kind of relief.

He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head to look at me. “Is it that bad, Dani-girl? Do you need to come?”

“Yes, damn you!” I gritted out between my teeth, then screamed as a well-placed smack set my pussy on fire in the best way possible, toppling me over the edge into an intense orgasm that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

I went limp, my chest heaving as I tried to drag air into my lungs.

Suddenly, I was airborne, floating down the hallway in Calland’s arms. He carefully laid me on the bed, and I heard rustling as he moved around, divesting himself of his clothing. I watched him, the ache building down low again just from the sight of his body. His cock was rock hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I licked my lips as I stared at it, wanting to taste him so badly. I caught myself whimpering when his hand circled his cock, stroking it from base to glans.

A low, dark, velvety laugh sounded above me. “On your stomach,” he ordered, his voice dangerously soft.

I complied immediately, rolling over to my stomach and then bringing my knees up so my ass was in the air while my head and shoulders still rested on the bed. I heard the hiss of an indrawn breath and wiggled a little, spreading my legs even farther, leaving every inch of my glistening pussy and ass open and exposed to his gaze.

I felt him behind me, then my own breath rushed out on a moan as he buried his face in my wetness, eating me like he was a starving man and I was his last meal. He pushed me to the edge and over so quickly, and kept me there, pulsing on his tongue again and again, wringing an orgasm from me twice before he lapped up every drop of my release and then some. Even then, he didn’t stop. He shifted, his cock sliding across my ass as he did, leaving a trail of wetness across my skin. I glanced over my shoulder, hearing his breath hitch at the sight of his pre-cum smearing my flesh. He touched it with his thumb, rubbing it in, breath going jagged.

White hot heat flashed over me, sending a flood of wetness down my thighs.