The noise that came out of her when she felt his lips on her throat was suspiciously close to a moan that whatever little voices in her head that had been telling her to keep control of herself simply vanished into thin air. How was she supposed to say no, how would she ever want to say no, she couldn’t quite figure it out. And the way his voice had gone deeper in her ear, how could she resist that. Her back was already arching, pushing her against him, begging herself to say it. “Oh god yes.” she breathed, “But you’ll still…” she couldn’t finish that thought, she knew by the way he looked at her and how he went on about her when he told her his little truths that it was a stupid question.
Her hand slipped from his hair and down to the edges of her tank top pulling it up and off over her head as she gently turned them, resting now on her back with the delicious weight of him over her. Arms free again they wrapped low around his hips, helping gravity pull him down to her, her hands going to his perfect backside, still covered with his underwear, where she grabbed two handfuls of him and could not resist the urge to playfully squeeze.
Her shirt came off, and Danny couldn’t help but push himself up to scramble out of his and toss it aside. It’d be almost impossible to find in the dark, but he really wasn’t thinking about clothing at all. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said almost reverently. He pushed back into her hands, smirking as he used her teasing grip on his ass as a counter to the way he moved slowly back down against her.
He bent to kiss her, deep and maybe with a little less finesse than he knew he was capable of, but he didn’t think anyone could blame him for being excited. And at any rate, it wasn’t something that was going to last too terribly long. His fingers skimmed down her body, teasing breasts that he was pretty sure were the most perfect things ever, thumb circling a nipple while his mouth slowly worked its way back down her neck again so that he could taste that too. “Please tell me you have condoms,” he said while he moved from one nipple to the other, fingers picking up again where his mouth left off.
She let out a soft gasp and all she could do for a moment was nod repeatedly until she found her voice again, “Top drawer, bedside table.” not that she had expected to ever need them she liked to be prepared, she would thank herself for planning ahead later, or more than likely he was about to do that for her. One hand remained on his ass, because dear god it did feel perfect in her hand, the other raking up his back to fist in his short hair, her back arching up again, demanding more.
This had turned out to be a fantastic idea, she thought, or rather she would have if she had been able to think more deeply than what was going on and about him and what she wanted him to do to her. She wasn’t feeling so patient so that hand left on his ass was already tugging down his underwear, or rather it was doing its best but the angle made if difficult. “Fuck.” she breathed, why had she been trying to resist this again? She couldn’t remember.