Page 20 of Call Out
Danny grins, denting his peppered cheek, and I almost lose my damn mind. A second finger joins the party, gently slipping in and out of me. He nips the super sensitive nub, and my voice cracks when I rasp out his name. For the first time, a tidal wave of pleasure shudders through my limbs. An unprepared girl could get hooked on this unschooled sensation.
When the intensity subsides, my body goes lax, and I cover my face with shaky palms. “What the hell was that?” I mumble.
The mattress bounces, and Danny sinks down beside me. He chuckles into the side of my face and kisses my temple. I roll into him and exhale. “For someone who's not been in a proper relationship, you sure blew me away with those moves.”
“I haven’t committed to a woman. That doesn’t mean I’ve been celibate,” he says straight-faced in response.
“So, you’re one of those guys who doesn’t call the next day?” I stare at him with wide eyes.
He shakes his head and sighs out a laugh. “I never lied to the women I was with, and I didn’t give the impression it would lead somewhere. Plenty of women are happy to fuck with no strings attached. They don’t want commitment or complications either.” I shouldn’t be annoyed or jealous, but I am. “Viv, with those women there was no special spark. No weirdness. No cuteness. No super sexy nylons. No Vivian Swann uniqueness. It was only sex.”
“I don’t think I could ever havejustsex.”
“I know.”
“So, you think there’s a special spark between us?”
The left side of his mouth creeps up. “Tell me you don’t feel it?”
I chew the side of my fingernail. “I did. I do. We don’t know each other that well.”
“Sure we do.” He taps my nose. “You know I like you, Viv.” Danny gathers my hand and places his lips to my knuckles. “There’s no rush. Neither of us can predict the future, but I’d like to have you in mine. If you want to wait, then I’ll wait with you.”
His heartwarming smile combines with a look of pure sex. A rush of desire surges inside my core, and all I can think of is the sexual chemistry from earlier. I want more. I need more, or this heat catching fire inside me will cause an internal combustion.
“Will you show me what to do?” I whisper shyly. His head cocks. “The sex stuff. When I’m ready.”
He dishes out a wolflike grin. “You bet. How about a little more foreplay before we have pizza in bed?” His brows drift up. I nod, apprehensive, yet one hundred percent certain that I want him to pick me for his team, so we can play all evening. “Say no if it’s too soon.”
Slipping a finger under the waistband of his track pants, I gulp. “I’m ready to see Mister Love Muscle.” I’ve never actually verbalized that name, and now it’s out there, drowning me in the ocean of embarrassment, I wish I’d kept it locked up in my head.
Danny props up on his elbows, laughing. “Viv, you didn’t just call my dick, Mister Love Muscle, did you?”
I draw in my lips, wishing a bolt of lightning would strike me, so we’d have something else to talk about. Ladies never say words like cock or dick. Ugh! Even when I think about them, I feel like I’m betraying Nonna’s memory.
“Can we start over?” I palm my face and flop onto the pillow. “That was childish.”
“No start overs. I’m happy right where we are.” He smirks. “How about I take the lead?”
The confidence in his actions is superstar hot. He rises to his knees and traces my thigh with the pad of his forefinger and then removes all contact. My belly flips, ready for his next move.
If I wasn’t already lying down, I’d drop from the sight of his pants lowering while he stares at me. Spontaneity welcomes pulsing nerves. I don’t know where to pin my curious gaze, flicking from his mouth to his carved abdomen and lower—OMIGOD!
I ease my hand to grip the satiny skin on his love truncheon, stroking the length up and down. He frees himself of jersey shackles and boxer briefs, then lies on his back. I’m entranced by the movement and how solid it appears in real life. In my imagination, a man's appendage is like an elephant's trunk; however, this one is far from repulsive. It’s mouthwatering. Or do I love the erect pillar because it belongs to Danny? Surely they aren’t all thick and wonderfully smooth?
Am I ready for this—whateverthisis leading to? He’s won me over with molten cheese, sourdough and masculine kindness.
Danny doesn’t look away. I have his undivided attention, and he has mine. My heart is beating so darn fast that adrenaline takes over. I let out a whimper. It’s a telltale squeak announcing my jitters. An embarrassing noise more intrusive than a honking horn. I’m desperately trying to convey nonchalant approval. Even though he understands I’m not overly experienced, he doesn’t need a giddy idiot drooling over him.
“What’s the plan for that thing?” I itch to pat it, rising to my knees for a better inspection.
Still running his hand up and down, he nudges closer, and I instinctively tip my torso. I’d be embarrassed by my obvious desire if I wasn’t so turned on by it. He lies on the duvet before me, fully exposed with eyes drilling into my lips. I don’t wait for directions or ask how to flicker my tongue over the tip, I just do it. He hisses at the wet exploration, diving his hands into my hair.
“Eyes up.” This time the delivery is demanding, like he’s lived a thousand years without temptation.
The hoarse tone prickles over my scalp. I inwardly admire how confident I’ve become. How he’s coaxed this side of me into the open. When our eyes lock, he pushes into my mouth, bit by bit.
I devour him with long sweeps and slippery saliva. Firm fingers secure my head in place. He rewards my throaty hums of enjoyment with grunts of satisfaction. It’s certainly not how I expected. Saltiness clashes with a manly musk, creating an addictive flavor that keeps me coming back for more.
