Brian
I moaned as Dayne nipped, then sucked and then licked at my neck, I can feel her warm breath fan over the now damp skin causing it to prickle and goose bumps to awaken. I reached for her hair and I gripped it loosely while my other hand ran down the length of her gloriously naked back. Her moans tell me that she enjoys this as much as I do. She continued to kiss, nip and suck at my neck going down to my collar bone and then to my chest.
I groaned and gasped at the same breath when I felt her tongue glide over my left nipple before sucking and nipping it only to lick it again. I let out a groan of pleasure, "Shit, Dayne you're so good!"
Wait, I thought she was inexperienced and innocent. How the hell did she know how to do all these tongue-licking, lip-sucking, skin-nipping, mind blowing sexually arousing deeds? Then as if on cue, I felt something cold and wet glide down my neck, then around to the back on my nape, then on my chest, my arms and armpits, then on my forehead, only to start again on my neck and down the same route, over and over. It felt good as the cold dampness relieved me from the burning heat of my body, which may have been due to the steamy dream I just had of Dayne making love to me, or something else altogether. I'm too dazed to be sure.
Then just as I was getting used to the rhythmic rubbing and its soothing effect on my skin, it abruptly stopped and I heard somebody gasp followed by Dayne's voice. "Oh my gosh! How could I even think like that when Brian is sick?" I opened my eyes at this and saw Dayne beside me on the bed, looking agitated and annoyed at something, her hand covering her mouth while the other was holding a white cloth. What is she talking about? Where am I? And why am I naked? I thought quite bemused as I tried to make sense of my surroundings and of what's going on.
She did not notice me staring at her as she continued to speak to herself, or more like speak her thoughts out loud, a habit I found she was fond of doing. And she did not disappoint as she spoke her mind again, "I know he's sexy and all but I shouldn't be thinking things about his body at a time like this. Ugh!"
Whoa, Dayne thinks I'm sexy? And was she just checking me out? Damn! I couldn't help the smirk that possessed my face at her admission, nor could I keep myself from saying, "I don't mind."
She raised her head at my voice. And she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I would have laughed at the wide-eyed open mouthed look on her face if I weren't all worked up, what with her admission and my dream about her devouring me earlier. But I remembered the way she made me feel in that dream and I wanted to feel it for real, so I boldly told her, "You can touch me if you want to, Dayne. I'm all yours."
She was as still as a post, not moving, not speaking but her eyes were fixed on mine, fully engaging me, like she was gauging my seriousness about the invitation. I can sense that she wants to give in but is quite holding back for one reason or another, so I threw her something to think about. "Well, do you want to?" I was almost afraid she'd say no but she muttered under her breath an affirmation of her desire mirroring mine, "Yes." Shit. "I want to touch you."
God, this girl is gonna be the death of me as much as the one that brings me back to life.
We stayed staring into each other's eyes some more, and I can feel every nerve ending in my body tingle in anticipation of her touch. Before I realized it, I was already sitting up on the bed and inching my way closer to Dayne.
She stayed unmoving, her eyes never leaving mine and I can see them glaze with longing and anticipation. This excited me even more.
I knelt on the bed in front of Dayne and I took her hands, snatched the cloth away from her grasp and without a word, placed both her hands on my chest. She followed her hands which were now resting on my chest with her gaze then she slowly raised her eyes back up at me, looking uncertain and confused. I can see that her inexperience is weighing down on her desire for me, and I can't let that happen.
"Touch me, baby. You don't know how much I want to feel your hands on my body." I urged her as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me.
That was the only encouragement Dayne needed, as she began her sensory investigation of my body immediately thereafter albeit with slow, tentative strokes.
She ever so lightly ran her fingertips from my chest down to my abs. The look of concentration and fascination evident in her face as her lips slowly parted. I closed my eyes as she passed by my sensitive nipples. My breathing was becoming more labored with every inch of my skin exposed to her touch.
When her hands came back up to my chest again, she bit her lower lips and the sight of that brought me over the edge. I couldn't hold it in any longer so I took her face in my hands and kissed her with all the passion that has been consuming me where she is concerned. Dayne moaned and kissed me back with as much intensity and fervor. Her hands moved up to the back of my neck and she ran them through my hair as our tongues continued to duel.
I rained kisses down her neck before tasting her lips again. She smells and tastes so good I couldn't get enough of her. I pulled her to me and slowly pushed her on the bed without letting go of her lips. My hands wandered inside her shirt and felt the silky skin of her waist. I wanted to feel and see more of Dayne, so I lifted my body to tug her shirt up. Without any thought or hesitation, she raised both arms to help me pull the garment away from her body.
I always knew Dayne was beautiful but seeing her flushed with desire in only her black lacy underwear, such description seems no longer enough. She is hands down exquisite.
I was taking in every detail of her, taking immense pleasure in just getting my fill of everything Dayne, when I felt her squirm self-consciously. Her shyness and lack of experience once again getting the better of her.
"You are beyond beautiful, Dayne. I'm so so honored to be the first man to ever look at you in this way. Thank you for trusting me." I told her with all sincerity and love. This made her eyes water but she smiled that sweet smile that never fails to melt my heart.
She then lifted her arms to let me in her warm embrace. I lowered my body to her and I reveled in the feel of her soft feminine body. I buried my nose in her soft silky tresses that always smells so sweet and fruity.
"You smell so good, baby. I don't know how long I can last being this close to you without actually making love to you." She giggled at my confession and kissed my cheek.
"I'm dead serious and you're laughing at me?" I poked at her side teasingly making her giggle even more. Her girlish chuckles were like music to my ears and so I tickled her some more until she was gasping for air after laughing so hard.
We stayed in bed wrapped in each other's arms after some time, quite content to just be with each other's company, when we heard the front door click open and then shut close again.
We both stilled and looked at each other, Dayne beat me to it as she said in a hushed voice, "Somebody's outside."
I nodded in agreement, and put my index finger to my mouth to shush her and I gestured for us to quietly get out of bed to check on who made an illegal entry to her apartment.
We dressed as quietly as we possibly could, then made our way to the door. I stuck my ear to it to make out whatever sound is being made outside, as Dayne stood close behind me clutching tightly at my shirt.
"Did you get all my bags from the car, honey?" A woman's voice spoke from the other side of the door followed by some unintelligibly muffled reply by a male voice. I almost jumped out of my skin when Dayne suddenly squealed like a girl. Well, yeah, she is one but... ugh, you know what I mean.
Then just like a forgotten toy, she pushed me aside and she rushed outside screaming at the top of her lungs, "Dee-dee!!! Aaaaaahhhh!!!"
"Dayne girl!!! I missed you! Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!"
I stood at the door and just gawked at them while they continued squealing, while hugging each other and jumping like... girls.
Damn, girls.