Page 118 of A Dream for Daphne

“I’m keeping my shirt on,” she said. “No need to remove it. I only need the bottom bare.”

She had a sleeveless tank top on that was fitted to her body. It’s not like she was covered. It barely covered her belly.

But she pushed her shorts down over her hips. They had an elastic waist on them. Then she shimmied her panties down next.

“You said not to talk, but I’m assuming you want me to ditch my shorts too? Put a condom on unless you want to do it. I’m not telling you no.”

“Sure,” she said. “You can help me out.”

He laughed and stood up, unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed them off with his underwear. He pulled his shirt over his head too because he felt silly sitting there with it on.

He’d grabbed a condom out of the bathroom while she put the rest of dinner away and pulled it out of his pocket that he’d slipped it in.

It was obvious he was ready and willing right now. Just the thought of what was going to happen had him standing to attention.

Hell, Daphne could walk into the room in a potato sack and he’d be ready for action.

He opened the condom, covered himself, and then sat back down, his arms on the side of the chair, waiting for her to make the next move. Her eyes had been appraising him the entire time, heat filling them faster than the remaining blood in his body could squeeze into his rock-hard cock.

She didn’t keep him guessing, strutting toward him, climbing over, her knees on each side of him.

It was a tight fit, but it would prevent her from falling to one side and having to catch herself.

Guess shehadbeen thinking ahead.

She sat down on his lap, but not covering him.

Bummer.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He leaned forward and put his lips to hers lightly and then returned to a more comfortable position.

“If you don’t want me to hurt myself, you’ll kiss me the way I want or you’ll force me to do it with one hand.”

She didn’t have to say another word.

The woman on top of him right now was out of his best fantasy come true.

He threaded his fingers into her hair, then yanked her mouth forward until it crushed his.

It was like the three weeks of time away fueled a need greater than he’d ever thought he’d experience.

Their mouths were open, their tongues swirling around and she squirmed and ground against him.

No way he was letting her come like this and the way she was rubbing up and down on his dick, he was pretty sure it could happen.

“Fuck me,” he said to her. “Now.”

He might have been more forceful in his words. Kind of like a growl, but she lifted up, used her good hand to line herself up, and sank down fast.

“Jesus,” he said. “You’re tight.”

“Cuz you made me wait,” she said. “Kiss me again.”

If it felt like the first time they were together in the casino hotel, he wasn’t about to bring that up.

It seemed every time he did, she reverted back to the shy skittish woman that he’d spent a lot of time breaking out of her shell.

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