like my pickup line?” I asked, then grinned when he lifted his head. “It was a serious question. You have the perfect hands for piano.”
“Is that so?” Daniel slid his finger deeper before withdrawing it nearly all the way and diving back in.
“Mhm.” I bit my bottom lip. “I was in high school marching band, so I know these things.”
“You were in band?” he asked, adding a second finger to the mix.
“Yep. I played the tuba.”
His laugh wasn’t quiet this time. I’d never heard him laugh without reserve, and the hearty sound of it warmed my heart. “You played the tuba? Really?”
“I’m good at blowing horns, what can I say?”
Though amused, Daniel didn’t let it stop him from his mission. His fingers were working magic inside me. “You’ll need to play for me sometime. I need to see this.”
“Hey, what’s so funny?”
“Just picturing you with a tuba,” he said, smiling down at me as he angled his hand so his fingers could slide in deeper. “I’m sure the instrument was bigger than you.”
“One day, you’ll walk into work and I’ll be sitting on your desk with a tuba. As soon as you come through the door, I’ll play ‘The Imperial March’ from Star Wars. If you don’t know what that is, I’m sorry, we can’t be friends.”
Another unfiltered laugh left him. “Regina was in band. She played the clarinet. So, I know the song quite well.”
“Good.” I returned his grin. “Your friendship has been accepted.”
“Just friends, huh?” Daniel scissored his fingers, his cupid bow lips parting as his eyes fell to my mouth. “Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“What I want,” I gripped the top of his shoulder, “is for you to be inside me. Now.”
His teasing smile faded as he withdrew his hand and grabbed the condom, locking eyes with me as he tore it open with his teeth. He shoved down his boxer briefs, and his dick bounced free. A big dick. Holy fuck. It didn’t look too big for me to handle, though. I was so up for the challenge.
My ass was already aching at the thought of it.
“Nervous?” Daniel whispered. I met his concerned gaze. “We don’t have to do this, Reed.”
He’d misunderstood my expression.
“I’m not nervous,” I said, dancing my fingertips up his toned chest and resting them at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I want this. I want you.”
Daniel kissed me softly, tenderly, as he pushed his hips forward. It stung as the thick head of his dick breached my entrance, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped me. He stopped moving and slid a hand around my neck to cup the back of my head.
My heart fluttered when he pressed soft kisses to my temple.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. My fantasies had always involved him throwing me around and fucking me into oblivion. Not… this. He was like a gentle giant. I rested my face against his collarbone to hide my quivering lip. He’d only been inside me for a handful of seconds, but it already felt different than other times I’d fucked.
It felt… special.
“Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice as soft as his touches.
I shook my head and wrapped an arm around him, gripping his lower back. “I’m okay.”
More than okay.
Daniel slowly pushed forward, kissing my temple, cheek, and jaw as he stretched me wider. I groaned when my body stopped fighting against him and instead pulled him in deeper. He groaned too… and the sound shot to my dick.
“That was hot,” I said.
“What was?”
“Your groan.” I tugged him forward, making his dick go deeper. “Even hotter that I’m the one who made you do it. I hope you don’t hold any of them back. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m sure the other guests would have other thoughts on the matter,” he said, then sucked in a breath when I rolled my hips up.
“I don’t care what they think. All I care about is you and me, in this bed.”
Daniel kissed me and rocked his hips forward.
Having this sometimes intimidating, beautiful man treat me so gently did things to me I never expected. I didn’t just want to get off; I wanted to see pleasure wash across his handsome face, wanted to hear his grunts and groans as his thick cock shot his load. I cared about his pleasure too.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said, sliding my hand to his cheek.
He turned his face and pressed a