Page 31 of Glamour and Grit

I can feel how strong he is, and how easy it would be for him to hurt me. But I trust him not to. At least, not physically. I don’t know if I can really trust him with my heart.

I’m afraid if I feel this too deeply, it will all be ruined. I should probably put a stop to this before it gets much deeper, but I don’t want to. I’ve wanted to feel his body against my own almost from the moment we met.

So I let myself get carried away, literally and figuratively. Dane takes me into the bedroom and lays me down on the mattress. Sweat gleams on the rippling, catlike muscles on his torso. I reach up and trace the acorns of muscle around his abdomen with my fingers. My giggle takes him off guard.

“What?”

“I mean, it looked taut, but touching it is something else! I bet you could bounce a bowling ball off your stomach.”

“I’d appreciate it if you never tried.”

He leans over and takes my mouth again. I let myself ride the heady waves of uncertain delight. I don’t know where this is going in the long term, but right now I want him inside of me in the worst way.

We only just met. It seems insane, but I want him. Maybe I even need him. I’m going to have to be careful that I don’t fall for him, though. The world is just too uncertain for any of that.

His kiss deepens, grows more possessive, and I lose my train of thought. It’s hard to be cynical when you’ve got a jungle cat pinning you down in his claws and purring in all the right ways.

His fiery mouth latches onto my neck, my shoulder, leaving molten fires of pleasure in its wake. I love the way he enjoys driving me crazy. Dane might be reserved most of the time, but right now I’m getting the full brunt of his passion. And loving every minute of it.

Powerful hands caress my body, cupping my breasts, smoothing over the curve of my hips. His fingers worship me as they go, taking delight in finding all of my most tenderly held secrets. Dane slides his fingers inside me, eliciting a sharp moan and a wave of delightful throbbing pulses.

“Selene.”

He speaks my name like the single word of a powerful magic spell. It enthralls him, his tongue caresses every syllable. His fingers find their way to my flower, and help it to bloom. He strokes my G spot, nearly driving me crazy. His emerald eyed gaze drops down between my legs, widens as if he’s marveling at what he sees.

“You’re so sexy from this angle, Selene.”

My skin purples in spite of my supposedly liberated attitude. I’ve never been with someone who makes me feel so…appreciated. He acts like viewing my naked body is a gift from the gods.

He holds his thick cock steady with a one-handed grip. I whimper a little bit in anticipation as he lines up for entry. Our eyes meet, and then he glides into my pussy, slow and easy. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure pulses through me.

Our bodies are joined together. I think our spirits are, too. Our hearts are much too guarded at this stage. But slowly, we begin to unwind our coils, revealing secrets to each other.

He rocks his hips forward, and my mouth flies open to let out a cry born of anything but pain. I cling to him with arms and legs, our limbs intertwining like serpents. The feel of his naked body against my own is nothing short of sublime.

There’s nothing to be done but lay back and enjoy the sensory feast. Dane gauges my reactions, adjusting his movements in kind. He feels so good inside of me, his throbbing member pulsing with his heartbeat. I’m still glowing from his attention earlier. My body is primed and ready for this ultimate physical intimacy.

Dane’s hips pump stronger, faster, giving me just what I can take. He keeps scaling up as the cries issuing from my mouth grower louder, higher in pitch. It’s so intuitive, so easy to let myself go with him. I can trust Dane with my body. Maybe I can trust him with more. I want to. I really want to.

Especially given how magnificent this feels. It’s like our bodies were made for each other. We work out a rhythm between us, a secret dance that only we know the steps to. His face looms over my own. Dane’s face changes to an expression of sheer pleasure. He’s no longer fighting his desire, but using me to fully sate it.

I feel him warm and throbbing within me. I shudder and writhe, as if my body wants to draw him in even deeper. Our bodies rear together, then apart, then together again, until my scream of passion splits the air. At the same time, his cock throbs inside of me, pumping me full.

Dane covers my body with his own, kissing my cheek, my neck as I shudder through flashes of golden pleasure. My mind floats out somewhere above our interlocked bodies, awash in shimmering particles of electric ecstasy.

Dane sweeps my hair back over my head with his palm. Our eyes meet, and I smile through post climactic bliss. He smiles back, then kisses me soft and sweet.

“Looks like you took care of the getting laid thing after all,” I say because I like to be awkward and ruin things.

He just chuckles, and lets my weird comment slide.

“I guess no one else interested me until I met you.”

That hits a little too close to home. It’s something I find I want to hear come out of his lips, but it still sets off all my panic alarms. In the past, the guys who have started off sweet to me wound up being huge pricks before it was all said and done.

I don’t have any evidence he will be different, but I really hope he will be. Since I don’t want to think about where this is going, I focus on the present instead. Namely, the fact that I have a hot as hell naked guy in my bed, laying on top of me, and it shouldn’t be toohard to get him to make love one more time before we collapse into sleep…

I stroke the taut muscle on his forearm with my finger, and hook my leg over the back of his. Biting my lower lip, my hands busy themselves below his waist. I take hold of his member and stroke, marveling at the way it twitches in my hand. My efforts are rewarded as his cock once again grows swollen and stiff in my busy grasp.

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