“Uh huh,” she mumbled absently, not really hearing him as all of her attention zeroed in on the fact that Danny’s body had settled between her legs.

Now, when Jerry had been in this same position she’d barely felt anything except for discomfort and well, that was it. With Danny, she felt comforted by his weight, but that wasn’t all. Right now there was a very large and very hard part of his body that was pressing insistently against her. She had to resist the urge to shift beneath him, curious to see just how big he was, but once again that seemed kind of rude so she forced herself to lay still.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Danny whispered hoarsely.

She looked up and met his intense gaze and felt herself melt. He was so handsome, sweet, funny and kind. She could quickly see herself falling for him and that scared her, but not enough to fight this. It seemed as though every time she saw him or thought about him, this attraction grew stronger. She’d never wanted a man the way that she wanted Danny and for once in her life, she was going to take what she wanted.

She reached up with a trembling hand and cupped the back of his neck. Licking her lips, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. With a soft groan, he moved his lips against hers, slowly, tenderly as though he was savoring her lips. She’d never enjoyed kissing, never thought a kiss could feel so good, and God, did this feel good.

She moved back until she felt her head touch the plush carpet, pleased when Danny followed. Praying that this wouldn’t end up being like one of Jerry’s kisses, she parted her lips. Danny instantly moved to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded and she felt herself stiffen, prepared for the revulsion that used to hit her when Jerry did that, but it never came.

Instead she found herself moaning into his mouth as his tongue slid sensuously against hers, teasing and tempting her into giving him more. With a sigh, she did just that. She moved her tongue against his, loving the little groan that he made so she did it again. Jerry hadn’t been big on kissing, something that she’d always been thankful for, because even with her limited experience she’d been able to tell that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He’d never kissed her like he’d enjoyed it, enjoyed being with her, touching her or wanted her. Jerry had never really wanted her, but at the time she’d hadn’t cared.

Right now, she cared.

She didn’t want Danny kissing her the way that Jerry used to. She didn’t want him to kiss her be kissed like he couldn’t stomach touching her. She wanted him to kiss her like he couldn’t get enough of her, the way that he was kissing her now.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lost herself in the kiss. She moved her tongue around his, loving the way kissing him made her feel, the way it made her body come alive. When he gently suckled on her tongue she whimpered, her back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest as the move caused him to settle more deeply between her legs. He felt so good, so damn good and she wanted to-

Kill him when he suddenly moved away.

“I’m sorry,” he said, panting slightly as he sat on the edge of the couch and held his hand out to her.

Biting back a groan that would either make her look pathetic or like a slut, she took his hand and allowed him to help her up. She sat on the couch next to him, trying to catch her breath even as she contemplated tackling him to the floor and picking up where they’d left off.

“I promised you that we’d take things slowly. I want to do this right,” he said, shooting her a tight smile as he took her hand in his. He raised their hands and pressed a kiss against the back of her hand. “Let me walk you home.”

For a goodnight kiss? she thought hopefully, perking up at the idea even as she continued struggling to catch her breath. She stood up, hoping that she didn’t look too eager. As he walked her to his door and then across the hall, she couldn’t help but wonder how long she could stretch out this kiss.

Not very long it would seem.

He walked her to her door, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Before she could respond or throw herself at him, he was wishing her a goodnight and walking away, leaving her standing there, frustrated beyond belief and contemplating killing the bastard for leaving her this way.

*-*-*-*

“Shit!” he hissed as he lowered himself into the ice-cold tub.

He was a fucking moron. That was the only explanation that he could come up with that would explain why he was freezing his balls off instead of across the hall burying himself between his neighbor’s beautiful short legs.

She’d felt so good beneath him and pressing up against him as he’d explored her surprisingly talented mouth. He’d almost lost himself in that kiss and given in to every fantasy that he’d had about her, but somehow he’d found the willpower to slow down and pull back. He had a game plan and he was going to stick to it. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to make sure that she forgot what an asshole he was. He wanted……

He wanted what his cousins had, he realized with a groan. He wanted Jodi to look at him the way that his cousins’ wives looked at them. He wanted someone waiting for him when he came home at the end of the day, someone to hold in his arms at night to fight off memories that were better left forgotten, and he wanted that someone to be his Tinkerbelle.

As tempted as he was to go back across the hall and finish what they’d started, he knew better. This wasn’t just sex for him. He was sick and tired of watching his cousins and his old friends from high school getting married, raising families and finding some semblance of peace in their lives. He wanted that more than anything, needed it more than his next breath and would do anything to get it.

“Fuck it!” he snapped when the cold water only heightened his need for her.

He hit the drain as he stood up and stepped out of the bath. As soon as his foot touched the bathmat his hand was wrapped around his aching cock. He closed his eyes, picturing his hands running over Jodi’s curves. God, she was so fucking beautiful. He imagined how good it would feel to have her sitting on top of him, impaling herself on his cock. He licked his lips just thinking about how wet her pussy would be when he finally slid inside her.

He’d run his hands over her thighs and up to her breasts, cupping them and molding them to his hands. Her large nipples would tighten, becoming hard points that he could tease between his fingers. He would trace her hard nipples with his fingertips as he watched her slowly ride him.

As his hand moved over his cock, pausing at the tip to squeeze it, he wondered if she would blush as she enjoyed his cock, if she would lick her lips, moan or slide her fingers between her legs and tease her clit with her fingertips while he watched. Just thinking about her riding his cock while she fingered herself had him licking his lips and his fist moving over his cock faster.

He wanted to fuck her so badly that his balls actually hurt. He pictured her pulling herself off his cock and climbing up his body until her wet pussy was right above his-

“Jodi,” he groaned long and loud as his balls pulled up tight and his cock stiffened past the point of pain. His cock continued to swell until finally his release took over. He licked his lips, wishing that it was her wet slit as he came. The pleasure was immense, better than he could ever remember, but as he gasped for air and his hand slowed on his cock he realized that it wasn’t enough.




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