Page 67 of The Two Last Moments

My heart is thumping, my nipples stiff against my dress. My clit throbs between my legs so hard I want to squeeze my thighs together, but he’s standing between my legs, keeping them open. He’s just sobeautiful. Masculine and strong, made of swooping lines and angles and rounded muscular curves.

I lick my lips, and his cock flexes, another wet bead of precome welling at his slit. His thumb and fingers circle the base and squeeze.

Danny’s standing completely naked before me while I’m fully clothed. I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but it is. He’s showing off for me. And giving me time, even if I don’t necessarily need it, because he wants to make sure I’m ready for everything we’re about to do.

I can’twaitfor what we’re about to do.

I sit up, my throat going dry. I’m nervous suddenly, even though I could never be afraid of Danny. I definitely want his cock and all the rest of him. All over me, in me… But I can’t help thinking of his many hookups, according to Cliff at least. Who knows how much experience I have? Or if I have any clue what I’m doing?

And an even deeper fear occurs to me—what if being with Danny makes me remember a past experience thatwasn’tgood, either with Cam or someone else?

“You’re frowning. What are you thinking?” Danny comes closer, his fingers sliding into my hair. My nostrils fill with his musky, spicy-body-wash scent, and his dick isright there, but his hand is the only part of him that’s touching me.

I wish he couldn’t read me so easily. “Just wondering about other times I might’ve done this.”

“Are you having second thoughts?” His free hand presses his erection to his stomach like he’s trying to cover himself. “You can say no to me, Lark. At any moment. I’ll listen.”

“I know that. I’m not saying no. Idon’twant to stop.” In fact, it’s the opposite. I need Danny to give me something to hold on to, to ground me in the present. Make me feel like nothing in the past matters because this moment is so beautiful and wild andhotthat it eclipses everything else.

Like he’s my own personal sun, giving me warmth and light.

“I want to touch you,” I say.

“Soon. I promise.” Ever so slowly, he leans over and parts his lips over mine. My head tips back. My mouth opens and he feeds me his tongue, his palm cradling the back of my neck to support me.

But I’m sneaky. I bring my hand up along his inner thigh. He moans into my mouth. Doesn’t stop me.

My fingertips tease the dark blond curls at the base of his shaft, then close around his girth. His cock flexes in my hand. All radiant, smooth skin and rigid hardness beneath.

Danny’s mouth pulls away on a groan. “You really like testing me, don’t you? You think going slow is easy for me when I’m around you?”

“Beingbossycertainly seems easy for you. What now, Mr. Bossy? Or should I say,doctor?”

Lust fills his eyes, and another pearl of precome wells at his swollen tip.

Well, well. Somebody liked that.

“It’s a very naughty doctor who’s naked when his patient isn’t,” I point out.

Suddenly he’s gripping my waist, yanking me up to standing. We trade places, Danny sitting back on the mattress where I just was, me between his knees. His cock stands tall, even redder and more engorged than before.

“When you were in the hospital and dropped your gown in front of me, I didn’t look. But I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted to. Show me what I was missing?”

“Will you do it? Undress me?”

Danny’s eyes close as his teeth sink into his lower lip. “You’re killing me, baby. You have no idea.”

But he doesn’t make me ask twice. Danny hooks the spaghetti straps of my dress and tugs them over my shoulders. The dress had a built-in shelf bra, so I’m not wearing another one beneath. The moment he pulls the fabric down my torso, my breasts are exposed, nipples pointing forward and begging to be sucked.

Danny’s tongue darts out, lashing over one nipple. Then the other.

“Oh.” It just feels so incredible. It’s such a small, simple thing, but I’ve never felt anything so good. His hands move to my waist like he realizes I’m in danger of falling over. He looks up at me, his indigo irises drenched in naked, dark desire, as he sucks my nipple hard into his mouth.

“Danny.” My dress is only halfway off, the top pooled around my waist. I wrap my arms around him and straddle his lap. I’m up on my knees so he can keep sucking. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

He holds me tightly by the waist, mouth latched to my breast. His tongue feathers around my nipple. His cock presses into my belly, though my clothes still separate us.

And suddenly, I can’t stand that. I need to be naked so I can feel him with no barrier between us.

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