Throaty and authoritative Dane is my very own personal kryptonite, I’m learning.

What red, blue, purple-blooded woman wouldn’t drop her drawers with this man demanding something?

None of them.

Luckily for me, I already don’t have any on.

I walk to the bed much more slowly than I really want to and lean my elbows down.

“My hair’s gonna look a mess in the morning because you wet it,” I inform him casually, even though I’m bent over at his mercy.

He comes closer, smoothing his hot hands up the sides of my thighs and hips, over my ass.

“Did you let anyone else touch you? While you were away?”

“Define to—.” I end with a gasp because he just slapped my ass! “Excus—.”

SMACK.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to feel this ass under my palm, maid?”

Damn, he’s serious about this.

I feel him lean over me and press his slightly damp chest against my back, his cock nestling against my ass and I arch back, seeking his warmth.

“Do we need a safe word or something?” He gruffs, stroking his hands up my sides.

“Mmm maybe, since I’ve discovered your like of spanking.”

“Is that okay? It’s hot, watching your ass wiggle, but if you don’t like it…” He trails off and I reach a hand back and put it on his cheek. So considerate.

“It’s new for me, but I like it. Let’s use…rhubarb.”

“Rhubarb.” He repeats, amused.

“It shouldn’t come up in sex regularly unless you’re much more of a freak than I know about.”

“Rhubarb it is.” He rises, grinding his hips against mine as he moves back and I groan. The angle puts the base of his cock right up against my lips and he knows it. It’s a tantalizing, teasing feeling, so close but so far away.

Then I feel air as he moves away and I start to protest.

I feel warm breath against my skin and I sigh. The first touch of his tongue against me makes me shudder and press my face to the bed.

He undoes me so easily.

Not being able to watch him frustrates me at the same time as it makes things even hotter. I just feel him. I feel him as he runs his hands over every inch of skin he can reach. I feel him as he brushes his lips over the bottom crease of my ass, over my wet labia and teases my clit with short, firm licks.

“Dane.” I breathe, voice hitching.

“Yes, baby?” He murmurs, distracted because he’s begun to drive me crazy by hooking two fingers into me, fucking me in downward strokes as he rolls his fingers inside me, leaving no part of me untouched.

I push up on my toes, trying to find solid ground, because even though I’m standing - I’m flying for him. Because of him.

He stands and braces an arm over my hips, holding me down so he can rub my clit furiously with one hand while he continues to finger-fuck me.

He presses kisses and bites to my back, and I groan, losing breath and reality.

“Come all over my hand. Let me feel you.” Husky, commanding. I don’t have a choice, I’m too far gone. I grip the sheets and raise against him, unintelligible words tumbling from my throat. Before I have time to even catch my breath, he crowds me onto the bed, making me move forward on my knees.

Like two puzzle pieces, we fit against each other, my arms wrapping back around his neck and his hands crossing around me to grip my breasts.

He flexes his hips gently, needy. The thought crosses my mind that I’m amazed and grateful at how stealthily the man puts a condom on.

I tilt my hips back, breathing hard and heavy, raking one hand through his hair and clutching his left thigh with the other. I feel wild, sensual. Like I was made for this, made for him.

He slides against me, his cock parting my walls as he pushes inside with so much patience that I drop my head back against him, whimpering.

“Please?”

“Please what?” He licks a path up my neck, settling his lips right against my ear. “Are you aching, baby? Hungry for it?”

With every word, he presses and retreats, using the first two inches of his dick to steal every bit of my sanity.

I shudder and writhe, no words enough to express just how much I need this man. Instead, I drop my body forward, and he pulls away as I move to my back, pleading with him wordlessly.

His eyes reflect the nearly drugged with pleasure feeling flaming just under my skin, and he pushes my knees back, exposing my glistening pussy to him fully as he takes his rightful place between my legs.

I cradle him in the space, keening low when our lips melt together. It feels like there’s a…softer edge to the need right now. Still burning just as hot, but it’s almost…reverent. Sacred.

I’ve never felt this before and it almost scares me because it feels so important.

His gaze never breaks from mine when he leans his arms on either side me and surges inside me on a deep, powerful stroke - making my lips part and my breath become choppy.

He cups my cheeks in his large hands, eyes like molten brandy, brushing his thumbs over my jaw, my lips.

I love you.

The air stills around us, and I know the words haven’t left either of our lips, but I feel it clear as if they had. I know he does too.

He presses his forehead against mine, a shuddering sigh leaving his lips and I cover his hands with mine.

Repeating the withdrawal and slow entrance again and again, his muscles hard from the strain, our sweat-slicked bodies rubbing against each other…I unravel in his grip, emotions filling me to the brim. He goes rigid against me as he finishes, burying his hands in my hair and fusing his lips to mine.

Silently, he gets rid of the protection and comes back, dragging me into his arms.

We fall asleep that way, so close that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.