Page 48 of A Dream for Daphne

It told her he had honor when so many other people around her in life didn’t.

“I’m ready to put it behind me,” she said. “I’m ready to stop thinking it was bad and hoping we can match it.”

“We aren’t matching it,” he said, picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. “We are going to do it even better.”

She knew he was strong. Not just by looking at him, but by the ease with which he tossed her up and was moving through the house.

He wasn’t out of breath, but she was sure the hell breathless with anticipation.

“Are you making a promise?” she asked.

“If I don’t fulfill it,” he said, “then you can give me a chance to make it up to you.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she said.

They got up the stairs and he turned into his room. There was a big king-sized bed in the center. She didn’t notice much moreother than the room was a shade of blue and the bedspread was gray.

Then she was dumped on it, her body bounced and Abe came down over the top of her.

“Do we need to shower first? I’m good with that if you are. Or do we work up an even bigger sweat and cool off in there.”

She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulled it up over his head and tossed it to the floor.

Her face got close to his chest and licked him. The saltiness of what was clinging to him only flipped a switch in her body to have her reaching for the button on his shorts.

“Sex first,” she said. “Now. Fast. Then shower and have sex again.”

“I can do that,” he said. “I’m good at following orders.”

They hadn’t talked much the first time. They’d let their bodies do everything they needed to and their actions spoke more than words ever could.

He stood up and out of her reach. She wanted to yell at him to come back, but he only walked to a dresser and then pulled out a condom from a drawer and tossed it at her.

She opened it up quickly. “Get undressed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

He undid his shorts and dropped them down with his underwear while he toed off his sneakers and socks.

He moved closer and she grabbed his dick in her hand. Big and thick, long and firm.

It was all coming back to her now.

She wanted to reach out and taste it, but he growled at her to hurry up.

So she put the condom on him and the minute she was done, he was pushing her back on the bed, tackling her sneakers and socks and yanking them so hard that she thought he was going to pull her onto the floor.

She laughed over his antics, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious right now.

The fire in his eyes would have turned her to ash if there was a way for it to shoot out.

She undid her shorts and wiggled out of them, with him grabbing them away and tossing them on the floor, while she lifted her shirt.

She didn’t get a chance to take her bra off before he had her on the edge of the bed, him standing while he found her opening and slammed in fast and deep.

She let out a loud groan and he did it again.

Her back was on the bed, his hands were under her hips and he was thrusting into her at a hurried pace.

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