Just Human (8 page)

I bend to pick up my t-shirt as I turn back to him, suddenly anxious to put an end to the freak show. But he’s on his feet, grabbing the t-shirt away and pulling my body against his. He kisses my neck and down onto my shoulder. I move to pull away.

“Hey! What’s wrong?”

I turn my face away from him, unsure of what to say. Using his finger, he pulls my face back and raises an eyebrow, a huge smile spreading across his face. “I didn’t say I didn’t like them.” He sits back on the bed and pulls me to straddle him. “You are beautiful…” he breathes against my ear “…and these…” he says tracing over a butterfly on my collar bone, “…are sexy!”

Oh…
This is such mind fuck! I can’t keep up. I smile a half smile, still feeling uncertain; my confidence took an unusual knock when I felt judged. It never happens and I feel unable to recover. But my dark cloud begins to disperse as he bites and sucks my earlobe.

“Mmm…”

He reaches around to unhook my bra. Tossing it away, he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around and tugging with his teeth.

I moan. Then he moves to the other side. My body responds even though my brain is still catching up, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him deeply. He twists and I find myself under him. He trails light kisses across my chest, over my tattoos, following them down, past my breasts and round my side, turning me to follow them as they disappear onto my back. He kisses and licks to where the trail ends at the base of my spine.

“So sexy,” he breathes and I inhale sharply as I feel his warm breath against my skin. He turns me over, smiling briefly before moving lower out of view. I close my eyes as I feel him sliding my knickers down my legs.

He kneels between my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I gasp as I feel his tongue at my knee; he slides it slowly up my leg and pauses. Despite sharing almost all of our first experiences, he’s never done this to me. What is he waiting for? I feel his hot breath at the apex of my thighs and then suddenly his tongue is there, licking and circling, hard then soft, fast then slow, teasing. I groan and arch my back off the bed. Lifting my hips up to meet him.

Slowly, he slides a finger inside me, twisting it so that the pad of his finger is stroking my G-spot. He begins a steady rhythm with his tongue on my clit and moves his finger expertly. The feeling is so intense and he just keeps going. He knows his stuff. I must return the favour.

He sucks my clit every so often then returns to licking, giving me bursts of unbelievable pleasure. I’m rocking myself against his hand and face when he stills, pressing very firmly on my G-spot with his finger and not moving, not letting go. At the same time he increases the intensity with his tongue and I cry out. Wow! This is something different. So good! My desire overtakes my self-confidence and I thrust into his hand while he holds firm. I feel tension building within me and I know it won’t be long, but I want to make it last and wait for him. I want us to come together.

I attempt to sit; he glances up at me without breaking his relentless rhythm. The sight of him, his face buried in me, combined with the intense feeling of his finger.
Oh!
It almost sends me over the edge…if I want to stop him, it needs to be now.

“My turn,” I manage, breathless. Pulling his free hand, signalling I want him to get up.

He smiles, I can feel it! Giving me a wicked look, he ups his efforts suddenly. I cry out. The sudden intensity brings me nearer and then just as suddenly he is gone. Sitting back on his heels, he looks very pleased with himself. He stands up and leans over to kiss me, wanting me to taste myself on his lips, no doubt. As we kiss deeply, I place my hands on his defined arms and ease him back a step as I slide off the bed to my knees.

He’s still wearing his jeans but I can see his erection straining at the denim. I trace along his length with my fingers and he gasps. Watching me intently, he pops his button fly open and slides his jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. I gaze up at him, eyeing his body. He clearly takes care of himself. My eyes move to his erection as I take it in my hand. He’s so hard; large and thick. I suppose I didn’t have the frame of reference before to fully appreciate these facts. I wrap my hand around him and stroke him, up and down. He gasps.

I remember the first time I touched him like this with a flush. But back then it was all under the covers. Now, here he stands naked in my bedroom. It’s not exactly daring, but it feels brazen because it’s us. Kneeling before him, I’m aware that the visual aspect of a blowjob is important to most men and I want to give him a great show. Considering my form, I bring my legs together, point my toes behind me and arch my back, lifting my face up to view him through my eyelashes. I know he will enjoy seeing my lips stretched around him.

I lick my lips and take him gently in my mouth. He lets out a deep, throaty moan as I start moving. I put pressure underneath with my tongue and take in as much of his length as I can. His breathing becomes ragged as I continue building my pace. Moaning, he drops his head back, tipping his face to the ceiling, losing himself to the sensation.

As the moments pass, I suck harder, keeping my pace steady. He moans again and grasps my head in his hands. Massaging his fingers through my scalp as my head moves back and forth, his touch is electrifying and I emit a low, stifled moan. He gasps as the sound vibrates on him and, in the heat of the moment, he pushes himself deep into my throat and pauses for…seconds, holding my head firm to keep himself there.

“
Ah!
” he cries and releases me.

I gag slightly as he withdraws, but I’m surprised that I was able to hold him for so long. Deep-throating is not something I’ve ever been a fan of, but this is carnal and not at all unpleasant. I seem suddenly to be, not only capable of taking him deep, so deep, but remarkably enjoying the experience. It’s surprisingly rewarding.

Just knowing how much pleasure it gave him is empowering. So I place his hands back on either side of my head. I look him briefly in the eye, signalling my permission. I take him all in again, further still. He holds me firmly in place once more and this time he thrusts, once.

“Oh God, Liv!”

He releases my head, lifts me to my feet, and pushes me onto the bed. He gazes at me as he stoops to pick up his jeans. He pulls his wallet from his back pocket, opens it and produces a condom. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs, amused.

Quickly rolling the condom on, he hooks his arms under my knees, lifting my legs up onto his shoulders and crawling between them. He enters me slowly, savouring the feeling. I moan loudly as he withdraws and pushes into me again, watching me all the time. His eyes reveal his desire and echo mine. I
need
him.

Nothing from my memory of us before matches this obviously, we were young and afraid. But even compared to my other experiences, this is something different. Our history maybe? But it means so much to have this second chance and that’s making it so good. I groan as he picks up his pace. He leans down onto his hands increasing the friction between us.

“Yes!” I breathe as the friction reaches my clit. As we move together, we each moan in turn.

He lifts up slightly and looks into my eyes as he moves in and out of me. I can't believe this. I’m awash with sensation and pleasure, and Danny is the source. I reach up to touch his face, stroking his skin and sweeping my fingers through his hair. I watch my fingers for a moment, and then Danny turns his face to kiss my forearm, the closest part of me to his mouth. It brings my eyes back to him and as we reconnect he pushes harder and faster into me. Another loud moan escapes me. We’re becoming breathless.

Withdrawing suddenly, he flips me over and deposits me kneeling in front of the headboard. I lean forward and grasp it as he lifts my hips to meet his. Filling me again, he groans and moves faster. Fucking me, urgently. He leans his chest onto my back. Reaching round, he uses one hand to massage my clit and the other to hold tight to my shoulder.

“Oh God, Danny!”

The sudden mix of sensations brings me close. It's just what I need, not something I automatically expect a man to know, or care enough about. He’s panting at my ear and breathes, “Yes Liv…ah…yes!” and slams into me hard. I cry out, my orgasm thundering through me as he thrusts again and again, until he too cries out in release. It was worth holding back I think as we both climb down together.

Gasping, we still for a moment, then he pulls out of me and I sink to the bed, rolling over onto my back, panting. He removes the condom, ties it and holds it up.

“Trash?”

“Floor!” I laugh, almost drunk with pleasure. I pull him down to lie with me as he drops it. We wrap ourselves together and lie, face to face, still panting. I smile as he strokes my face, our breathing beginning to return to normal.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” I whisper back.

“That was…”

“Fucking amazing,” I finish.

“Yeah!” He smiles and reaches forward to kiss me.

“I’ll definitely remember that,” I tease.

“So will I.”

A look of uncertainty passes across his face. “Sorry if I pushed my luck.”

I can’t think what he’s referring to and then I remember him pushing himself deep into my throat.

“It was good actually.” I’m a little surprised by this fact still, but I did like it. Before…Mark had tried it once, he always was one to push his luck. I felt it was degrading and selfish on his part, and I warned him not to try it again. But with Danny it was different; I’d do it again willingly.

“I just got carried away. I didn’t even realise I was doing it until it was too late.”

“I could have done it for longer,” I admit shyly.

“I couldn’t! One more and it would have been game over!”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

We sigh and lie entwined in silence, just looking. Then the worry creeps in filling the headspace that the silence creates. Amazingly, at no point during that did I think what we were doing was a bad idea. It was natural, but now…questions. How long is he here for? What does he want from this? How will I cope when he has to go? We’ve now established that he feels the same about the situation as I do. Have we just made it harder for ourselves?

My insides tie themselves into knots, but as I’m wondering how to broach these issues with him he opens his mouth.

“So,” he says glancing down at my chest, “you had a couple of tattoos?”

Here we go. “I never said a couple, I said some
and
you said you liked them, though I don’t quite believe you.”

“I love them! I’ll admit I was surprised. It’s not how I expected you to turn out. But it’s hot!”

This time I know it is the truth, his eyes give him away. He strokes my side across my ribs, watching his fingers as they trace the lines.

“Tell me about them.”

“That’ll take all night…and I’d rather talk about us. What are you doing here?”

He gives a resigned laugh. “I don’t know what to tell you. I had to see you. I didn’t think past that!”

“So you just got on a plane with nothing but a condom in your wallet and hoped for the best?”

“No, I did pack a bag.”

“Full of condoms?”

“Clothes! When did you become a pervert?”

I laugh, but the humour evaporates quickly.

“How long are you here for?”

“Depends.”

He’s being deliberately vague because he thinks it’s cute. But I’ve questions that need answers, questions that I should have been strong enough to ask before we went at it.

“Be serious!”

“Why?”

I prop my head up on my elbow, knowing that if I can form the words, the floodgates will open.

“Because the last few days have turned my world upside down and I need to know why you came and how long I have before I have to deal with you leaving again.”

Too much? I sounded more vulnerable than I intended. But I
am
vulnerable to him. He’s going to leave at some point and it’s going to kill me. At least if I know going in how long I have, I might be able to spare myself some of the heartache.

“Well, I don’t have anywhere else to be right now. I want to get to know you again.”

“But what does that mean?”

“You’re over thinking this, Liv. I’m here and I intend to stay around while we work this thing out.”

I sigh, really frustrated. “Days? A week? Two? Give me an idea!”

“As long as we need. I told you, I don’t have anywhere else to be right now.”

“But what about work?”

He smiles. “I’ve cleared my desk.”

“But…”

He puts his index finger over my lips. “Shhh…the beauty of my job Liv, is that I can do it anywhere. I just need a phone and an internet connection.”

“So what, you’ll stay?” I know I am getting way ahead of myself, but it’s just self-preservation.

“Who knows?” he sighs, now he’s getting frustrated. “Can’t we just enjoy this?”

I think for a moment.

He’s right, we need to see, but my feelings are much stronger than I realised and I’m looking to protect myself. I need to try and enjoy my time with him, who knows how and when it will end. Treat it as a fling, I tell myself.

“Okay,” I kiss him lightly and jump up. “Shower?” I ask and hold out my hand.

Five.

Liv.

Okay, that’s enough questions for you.

I step out of the hot water and wrap myself in a towel. Still a bit phased at the sight of Danny in my shower.

“Where are you staying?” I ask as I hand him a towel.

“Holiday Inn.”

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” I can’t believe how nervous I feel again having just shared my bed and then my shower with this man. He’s so familiar, but this intimacy with him is not.

“Hell yeah, I don’t plan on leaving you now!” he grins as he wraps his arms around me.

I feel giddy and I’m aware that I should at least try to keep my guard up. But right now he isn’t going anywhere.

“What do you fancy?”

He flashes me a wicked look.

“To eat,” I clarify.