the room. He gripped both my hands and tugged me closer to the bed. When we stood at the edge, he brushed my hair behind my ear, holding me just inches from him.
“I just need more room. I want to taste every inch, and I need space for you to feel it all.”
His words rumbled across my skin, flushing every inch with heat like I was catching on fire. I wanted to fall into him and let him do whatever he wanted.
He made me want so much, and for the first time, a new feeling pierced my heart when I looked at Daniel. A warm squeeze I wanted to shove out—crush it before it grew. That feeling had no place between us.
“Do you talk to all your friends this way?” I joked, reminding myself of what we were.
“Kent and Jackson aren’t fans of my dirty talk.”
“That’s a shame. They’re missing out.”
We both laughed, but then he turned more serious. “Does it bother you?”
I hated dirty talk. I hated what it reminded me of. I’d heard the worst of the worst, and it made me sick knowing it was still in my mind rattling around, just waiting to come out. I hated it.
Except when Daniel spoke, hate was the furthest thing from my mind. I took the words in and let it spread like fire through my veins.
“No,” I confessed.
His thumb stroked my cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with that. If it brings you pleasure, is legal, and consensual, then that’s all that matters.”
That warmth came back, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Instead, I tried to distract myself. I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his neck. My body tingled each time his lips caressed my neck, and I wanted to return the favor. His arms gently rested around my waist, but as my kisses grew more frantic, so did his hold.
I dragged my tongue along the strong tendons of his neck and nipped softly at the base. The taste of his skin dominated all my thoughts, all my emotions, all the sensations flooding me. I thought of nothing but him. I didn’t consider how he spun us and eased me back on the bed. I didn’t consider his large body over mine or the way it made room for itself between my thighs. Nothing mattered except it not stopping.
His arms flexed under his shirt as he held himself over me, not letting his full weight crush me. It was his turn to kiss his way down my neck, moving into my cleavage. He gripped the edge of my dress covering my breasts and paused, giving me a chance to tell him to stop without breaking the moment.
“Yes,” I almost begged.
He tugged the material aside and growled against my skin, leaving wet, sucking kisses until he reached my breast. I arched, almost coming off the bed completely when his tongue slicked across my nipple that first time. I whimpered a desperate plea for more when he pinched the hardened tip between his teeth.
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said, moving from one to the other. “I love the way they overflow out of my palms. So perfectly full and—fuck me—they taste like heaven.” He lifted, giving me a smirk that shot right to my core. “But I bet you have something that tastes even better.”
He worked his way down my abdomen, tugging my dress up my thighs to reach my panties. He gripped each side, sliding the material down my thighs. Each inch the lacy material scraped past had my need rising. They cleared my feet, and I rested my heels on the bed, my thighs pressed together. Daniel’s palms rested on my knees but didn’t push them apart.
“Hanna,” he said, brushing his thumbs against my skin.
I took a deep breath, pinched my eyes closed, and blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve never done this before, and I’m worried I taste weird or bad or something.”
He didn’t laugh, and when I inched my eyes open, I only found a small smile, like he thought my fears were cute.
“Hanna, I love pussy. All of it, and I have no doubt yours will be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had against my tongue.”
“Oh,” I breathed, relaxing my thighs.
He slowly slid his rough palms down my sensitive skin until I laid spread before him. He didn’t take his eyes off mine when he scooted back and bent over, dragging his tongue