He fists my hair with the hand at the back of my head. He walks me backward, then unhitches the hand from my waist, and I hear the sound of a handle being pressed down, a door opening. He backs me into one of the rooms, closes the door behind him. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of him locking the door. The room is empty, save for a vanity table and a large mirror hanging over it. Daniel’s intent becomes clear when he looks at me. The lust and determination in his eyes nearly make my knees buckle.
“Here?” I whisper. By way of answering, Daniel tilts my head up, kissing me hard and hot, walking me backward again until my ass presses against the vanity table. Daniel aligns our bodies, pressing our hips together. His erection is straining against his pants. I feel it from my pubic bone right up to my navel.
“Won’t anyone—” I begin when he breaks off the kiss.
“No one will even notice we’re missing. I need to be inside you. I need it, do you understand?”
“I do. Because I need it too.”
He spins me around. “Hold on to the vanity table.”
I don’t even think of disobeying him.
“I need you to be quiet,” he says. He’s behind me but looks me straight in the eyes through the mirror above the table. I nod, anticipation coursing through me.
“No matter how hard you come, you have to stay quiet.”
Oh my. That’s a delicious promise if I ever heard one. While I grip the table, he drops the hand from my waist to my outer thigh, cinching up the fabric of my dress until he r
eaches my skin. I break out in goose bumps.
He feathers his fingers from the side of my thigh to the back of my legs, then up, up, up to my buttock. Pushing my thong to one side, he swipes one finger in the crease between my ass cheeks. Heat rushes low in my body. He groans, burying his nose in my hair, breathing in deeply.
Spreading my thighs wide with his knee, he brings his fingers right to the rim of my opening, moving them in a circular motion from one fold, up to my clit, down the other fold. The first wave of pleasure spreads like wildfire through me. I clench the muscles in my ass to steady myself. My fingers spasm.
Daniel slips two fingers at once inside me, and my vision clouds. I grip the table so tightly that my knuckles turn white. He moves his fingers in and out of me in a maddening rhythm until I’m so turned on I can barely see straight. He pushes my dress up my waist. A second later, the rrrrip of a zipper being lowered reaches my ears. Another second later, he buries himself against me so deep that his pubic bone is pressing against my ass.
He stills for a few seconds, wrapping both arms around my middle in a tender hug, staring me straight in the eyes in the mirror.
“I want everything to go right between us this time,” he says in a low, careful voice. “I don’t want us to go too fast, but I’ve waited for so long....”
“That nothing feels fast enough,” I finish for him.
He nods, tightening the hold of his arms, starting to slide in and out of me. “Yes. Exactly.”
I rest my head back on his shoulder. Keeping me close to him like this, he whispers sweet and dirty nothings in my ear.
Tension builds inside me, making my inner muscles clench. Daniel digs his nails in my waist, lowering one hand until he reaches my clit. My thighs quiver and I bite down on my lip to keep from making any noise.
But then he pinches my clit between two fingers and I buck over the table. I’m almost blind from the sudden burst of pleasure.
“Dan,” I say, voice shaky. Straightening up, I feel him spasm inside me, his hand applying more pressure on my clit.
“Dan, oh—”
I take his hand away from my waist and bring it to my mouth. Daniel understands my wish at once and claps his hand around my lips. Any sound I’ll make will be muffled, but I still try with all my might to internalize the pleasure.
The problem with internalizing the pleasure is that it increases the intensity. My nerve endings feel like hot needles. The muscles in my tummy contract, as do those in my ass and thighs. My entire body braces itself for the orgasm. I’ve never come so fast in my life.
“Oh fuck, this feels good,” Daniel whispers. “You’re so tight, baby. So tight, it’s driving me insane.”
I squeeze him so hard with my inner muscles, I nearly come again just from feeling every inch of him filling me up. Heat flashes through me, and it takes me a second to realize why I’m not coming down from the high of the orgasm. Daniel is still touching my clit. Has he no mercy? I attempt to push his hand away, but he shakes his head.
“Shh, trust me.”
“I’m too sensitive,” I protest, even as pleasure pinches me, feeling like hot needles again.
“I know. But you’re so close. Trust me on this. The second one will be more intense.”