LENKA
I feel him moving behind me. He presses his body against mine, and I tilt my head back. His lips find my neck, kissing a path down its curve. I sigh gently because he’s so tender—a nice surprise.
If I pushed him away, I would be lying to myself. I’ve been aching beside him all night long, waiting, longing for him to touch me.
Danny’s lips whisper down one of my shoulders. I lie still and allow his fingers to move towards my hip. I should tell him that I want this. Make it known that I’ve been craving him ever since he kissed me before we boarded the boat.
“Yes,” I purr as his hand moves back up my body to pull down the strap of my lingerie.
“Lenka,” he growls as he starts to strip me. I can see the hunger in his eyes.
I shimmy out of my panties.
His arms are around me, his hands cupping my naked breasts. My breath catches as he gently rolls my nipples between his fingers.
“I love your breasts,” he snarls against my neck as his breathing picks up. I roll over to face him, reaching around to grab his ass.
To say that I’m inexperienced in the bedroom would be an understatement. It was on my twenty-first birthday, and I knew what he wanted. I thought that losing my virginity would make me feel like a woman. The only thing I felt like at the end of the night was cheap.
I hook my leg over Danny's hip and grind against his warm body. I can feel his excitement, his hardness. He’s hot and needy, wanting me as much as I want him. His full length rubs over my folds, his boxers the only barrier between us. I want him to take me right now, but something’s holding him back. He has an open opportunity, but he’s stopping, and I don’t know why.
“Fuck me!” I demand, tugging at his boxers.
One of his hands roams my chest while the other moves slowly down my stomach. It edges towards my sex. He parts my folds with his fingers, and my cunt starts to throb from his touch.
“Do you want to come?” he asks teasingly.
“Yes.” I squirm breathlessly against him.
He silences me with a deep penetrating kiss. My hands start to explore his body. I take my time, but I’m drawn to the bulge between his legs. I stroke him gently through the material of his boxers, generating a vibration in the center of his chest.
“We need to get ready for breakfast,” he says softly, an almost silent withdrawal to his words.
My eyes are closed. I’m ready for him to fuck me, but he seems to be slipping away. Sunlight is streaming in through the window. I know I should agree with him, but I don’t want food. I'm hungry for something else
“Don’t you want to?” I can’t even say the words properly. It sounds so pathetic, like I'm begging him in the most subtle of ways.
“Yes, I want to. But in the shower. I want to clean you from head to toe.” I look up into his eyes, and he smiles. Then he guides me off the bed and says, “You’re so damn beautiful. Do you know that?” I shake my head at his confession. No man’s ever called me beautiful. Hot. Sexy. But never beautiful. “Every inch of you, from your red hair that shimmers in the sunlight to your sparkling green eyes.” He cups my face and then strokes the side of it with his thumb. “Your milky skin feels like silk, and as for your lips.” He bites my bottom lip then pulls back slowly. “I could suck on them all day long.”
He stands and drops his boxers to the floor in one fluid motion. When he straightens, I see his erect cock. It’s so thick and long, with veins along the shaft. Thinking of it being inside of me should scare me, but it doesn’t.
I blurt out, “I’m on the pill because I have skin problems. So you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything?”
He smirks. “You’re too cute, you know that?”
Danny takes my hand and leads the way to the bathroom. There’s lust in his eyes, and I love the way he looks at me.
We reach the bathroom, and he starts the water. He steps into the shower and reaches out for my hand to join him. As soon as we enter, he closes the shower door and draws me to him. His kiss is fierce and hungry. The urgency of his touch drives me backward until I'm pressed against the cold wall.
He stops for a second to reach for the sponge and then applies some shower gel to it, fixating his eyes on me. It's as if he freezes me with his gaze. Danny gently begins to wash me. Every movement, every brush of his hand, is a pleasure to me. I close my eyes, wanting to enjoy the sensation of being bathed by him.
He pays special attention to my breasts and then rubs in between my legs. I jerk as the sudsed-up sponge glides over my clit.
“You like that, don’t you?”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. He moves it just to the top of my thighs, in between where they meet, near my folds, and then he slides it down to my knees and back up again.
“Turn around!” Danny guides me.
I glance back at him, silently begging him to stop teasing me and just take me already.
“Hold still.” He squeezes more shower gel onto the sponge and starts to stroke my neck. I can’t get over how good everything feels. I’m loving being attended to. He doesn't ignore any part of my body. His hands gently massage my breasts, his fingers sliding across my wet skin. He works the sponge over my stomach, back and legs. Once I'm well-lathered, he takes the showerhead and dances the jet spray across my skin, working down my torso.
“Open your legs wider!” he commands.
“Ah,” I cry out. The warmth, vibration, and rhythm of it are like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s as if a thousand tiny fingers are stroking me at once.
Danny turns me again, keeping the showerhead between my legs. As the water strums my clit, he braces my ass with one hand and draws my left nipple into his mouth. He grips me firmly as his mouth applies suction. It’s too much. Everything begins to tighten and convulse. I can’t help but allow the release of pent-up tension inside of me. He brings his head back up and seals his mouth over mine as I start to come.
If he weren't supporting me, I would fall to my knees against the tiles.
“Yes! I’m coming!” I say before taking a moment to catch my breath. “Danny! This is amazing. You’re amazing.” My words are mumbled. I'm distracted by the feeling of his body pressed against mine, hard but soft all at once. “I need to bathe you.” I use my hands to roam his warm skin, exploring his perfect body, touching his firm triceps, lingering on his bare chest. I shift as his cock grazes me.
“You really want to do this?” he asks, though I don't quite understand why.
I gasp as I feel his dick in between my legs. He’s rubbing and teasing the head of it against my folds. Once again, he silences my thoughts with a kiss. He knows how to press all the right buttons. I feel powerless against his touch.
“I want to clean you. It’s something that I’ve never done before,” I say to him meekly once our lips have parted.
“Oh, so do you just want a new experience, or do you want me?” There's an urgency to his voice.
Without hesitation, I reply, “I just want to return the favor.”
He moves away from me. “Clean away.”
I wrap my hands around his ass for a moment, squeezing it before I abandon hard flesh to pick up the sponge. I start moving the sponge over his body as I draw his nipple into my mouth. He rocks his body, pushing his cock against my stomach. I kiss a trail down his abs to his throbbing dick before dropping the sponge to the floor and seizing his cock in my hand. He's so thick that I need both hands to stroke him properly. His glans is dripping with pre-come.
“Yes,” he growls as I open my mouth and angle his dick to be sucked on. While my left hand works on caressing the base of his cock, I slide my lips up and down his shaft slowly. I take my time tasting every inch of him, even though he's still slightly soapy. I move my tongue along the ridge as I ease him deeper down my throat. He’s so fucking huge.
Danny holds onto the back of my head, guiding me gently as he snarls, “Your fucking lips feel as if they’re made for my cock!”
His fingers tighten in my hair. I’m controlling how he feels with my mouth, and I know that he’s loving it. He sinks against the wall. I continue to stroke him with one hand and tease his balls with the other. I’ve never given a blowjob before. The idea of it would have made me feel sick before Danny, but with him, it just seems so natural. I lock my lips just below the crown of his cock and stroke him rapidly. I’m humming as I suck on him, and his hips are jerking as he holds onto my head tighter. I know that he’s about to come from the animalistic noises he's making. He roars before I feel his hot salty come coating the inside of my mouth. I toss my head back, slurping and swallowing every last drop of his seed.
“I want to be inside of you.” He lifts me up as if I’m a rag doll and pins me against the wall. Without hesitation—as if he didn't come only a few seconds ago—he forces the tip of his shaft between my folds and fills me with one rough buck of his hips.
"Ah!" I whimper from the shock of it.
He begins to thrust long and hard, fitting me perfectly. It’s what I’ve been waiting for ever since I came in the shower. My body shakes in reaction to the impact every time he pushes deeply inside of me. Every punishing thrust sends an electric jolt to my core. My back bounces against the wall. He wraps one hand around my hip and starts making bestial noises with every pulse of lust as he continues to rock between my thighs.
“Do you like this?” he asks huskily, not changing momentum.
“Yes!” I say with the little energy I have left.
My muscles contract as he stretches and claims me. There’s a fire that explodes from my toes to my head leaving me trembling and feeling as if I can’t breathe. I gasp for air, then I feel a sudden rush of heat as he roars and his fingers grip harder at my sides. He slams into me one last time and screams out, “Hell yes!” Then he slowly withdraws. I feel an emptiness between my legs. Danny starts kissing me passionately and whispers, “That didn’t hurt, did it?”
“No,” I reply in a voice that I don’t recognize. I’m so tired. “Danny?”
“Yes?”
“Can I skip breakfast? I don’t have the energy to eat right now.”
He laughs as he turns off the shower and then scoops me up in his arms. I love the idea of him holding me. It’s almost caveman-like. He sets me down outside of the shower, and then he grabs a towel to pat me dry. “You catch up on your sleep. Breakfast is not that important. Besides, you kind of tired me out, too. I want to sleep, but this time not on the other side of the bed. I want you in my arms.”
I just had the best sexual experience of my life. It hurt a little bit, but not as much as I expected it to when I saw how large he was. One thing’s for sure, I feel like I have a new craving. It’s called Danny Turner, and I want so much more.