17. Selene

17

SELENE

T he taste of Dane’s kiss sends the blood rushing through my veins. It’s like my first kiss times a thousand, the excitement and driving need to feel more equal parts exasperating and divine.

Dane crushes me to him with a powerful embrace. His tongue probes deep, claiming my mouth, just as his hands claim my body. I groan into his mouth as his fingers explore every inch of me.

I gasp at the feel of his warm, sweet lips on my belly. His hot breath heralds a kiss just above my navel. Dane’s tongue darts out and traces a line down my skin. I laugh helplessly as his kisses get lower, and lower.

“You’re spoiling me,” I gasp. “Most guys won’t go there.”

He lifts his face from between my thighs and gives me a look with those piercing green eyes.

“Do I look like most guys?”

“Hell no. Thank god.”

He kisses me on the inner thigh. I moan softly, grabbing hold of his thick mane of hair.

“Why didn’t they want to do this for you?” he whispers into my sensitive skin .

“Oh, god…um…not all the time. Made me take a shower…oooh fuck…”

“And then what?”

“Spent an hour looking for…my clit. He thought it was on the–”

I was going to say on the bottom, but then his tongue slithered over my pulsating clitoris and my words turned into an inarticulate shriek. I clutch at his head, pulling him down firmly between my thighs.

Dane’s mouth and tongue play all over my body. He sucks on my lips, before latching onto my clit. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t help it when my fingers curl into claws and dig into his scalp. I think I pull some of his hair out as I thrash and writhe.

Golden flashes pulse behind my eyes even when I squeeze them tightly shut. It’s so good, he knows just how to please me. Varying pressure, speed, and gliding his fingers inside of me all the while. He circles my clit, faster and faster, driving me over the precipice of yet another orgasm. I’m starting to fear them as much as I want them.

Seriously, how much more of this can I take? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.

He lifts his face, glistening with sweat, and grins as my body arches as of its own accord. He starts to climb on top of me, but I’m still super sensitive. It’s time to show him that turnabout is fair play.

I grab his shaft and squeeze tight. He stops, grins, and then relaxes as I work his cock with slow strokes.

“You like that, Baby?” I purr.

“I love it.”

“Oh yeah?” My voice has that lilting edge to it. God, I’m into him. I hope that doesn’t get me hurt. But right now, it’s so hot I can’t stop, and I don’t want to anyway. “Then do you like this?”

I open my mouth and run my tongue along the seam on the underside of his crown. He groans, eyes shutting tight.

“Yes,” he growls.

“Okay, then what about this?”

I lick from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock in one slow, sensual pass. Dane shudders, leaning forward and clutching the air with his hand. When I get to the top, I envelop his crown in my mouth and slither my tongue along the underside.

I roll my eyes up to meet his gaze. The profound look of sheer ecstasy on his face drives me to further efforts. I’ve never enjoyed going down on a man more than this. Maybe I feel Dane deserves it for keeping me safe? No, that’s not it. I really am just plain into this. Into him.

I cup my breasts around his shaft as I continue to suckle on his crown. Dane cries out and taps me on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna…gonna…”

How sweet. He’s giving me the chance to get off him before he loses it. Instead, I continue to hang on through the inevitable conclusion. I don’t spill a drop as I draw off of him, not breaking our locked gazes.

“You’re amazing,” he gasps.

“You’re only saying that because it’s true,” I purr. Then he clamps down on me with a hard kiss, and other things get hard all over again.

I lift my hips, gliding down onto his throbbing member. My eyes squeeze shut as he slowly stretches me with his cock. With my weight pressing down, he gets in even deeper than before.

My fingers knead and claw at his chest, as fireworks explode behind my eyes. It feels amazing to have Dane inside of me. His colorful ink contrasts with my unmarked skin. His masculine hard lines look right against my feminine curves and softness.

Our eyes meet. His emerald gaze is filled with wonder. It’s as if he’s seeing me anew for the first time. Like I’m some kind of revelation to him. I don’t know why but that drives me over the edge. I lose all control, thrashing about in his lap as pulse after pulse of ecstasy thunders through my body.

Dane won’t let me fall. I know that. But will he let me down? Even in the throes of pleasure, my mind won’t let me be. Dane and I are perfect like this, but only like this? I don’t know if that’s enough.

For now, I take my own advice and just let him have his way with me. His hot mouth leaves a trail of volcanic fire across my chest and neck. He thrusts his hips, driving his cock in and out of me with surprising skill.

The little grunts and growls escaping from his bared teeth are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He’s giving himself over to his animal, primal desires. The idea that only I can truly sate those desires is an intoxicating one, driving me over the edge into the most sublime of pleasure.

It’s almost as if we lose ourselves, completely, utterly in the moment. Any doubts I have melt away under the molten heat of our conjoined bodies. I grab at his thickly muscled shoulders, hanging on for dear life. I think if I don’t hold onto something solid and real, I’m going to get washed away on the waves of delight pulsing through my body.

That would be one hell of a way to go out. Coming so hard I diffuse into pure energy. My laugh turns into a scream as he explodes inside of me, pumping me full of his hot seed. Dane’s thick rod vibrates like a living sex toy as he empties himself. His face contorts into a visage of sheer animal delight.

I come hard as his thrusts slow. He rolls us over, until I’m laying on my back on the sofa. The muscles in his chest and arms ripple as he lifts himself up. A smile graces his face, making him more handsome by far.

I smile weakly up at him, but I’m still riding the throes of post climax aftershocks. It’s all I can do to hang on. I reach up and pat his shoulder as if to say good job, man. You literally fucked my brains out.

“Selene, I love this. I love being with you.”

He leans into the thrusts, our sweating, exhausted bodies arching and writhing in unison. In search of the perfect synchronicity, we keep on going. There’s one more in me, I know it. One more, and then I’ll stop, I promise…

He drives me over the edge, and I scream out my orgasm. My body shivers and shakes, my nails clutching at his chest as he empties inside of me all over again. Dane collapses on top of me, and I wrap all four of my shivering limbs around him.

I kiss him as best I can between screams and moans. My climax keeps on going for what feels like an eternity, until I nearly lose consciousness. I still feel aftershocks for a long time after our sweat has cooled as much as our passions. At least, momentarily.

“Selene,” he says softly. “I’m going to find your brother. All right? I’m going to find him. And no one is going to get in our way.”

“The Moreno family might have something to say about that,” I mumble into his chest. “You’ve gotten their attention now. They aren’t going to stop until you’re dead, even if you stop protecting me or searching for Justin.”

“Let them try. I made a career out of people trying to kill me. The fact of the matter is, they do not know who they’re fucking with.”

I lift my head and caress his smooth cheek.

“That’s the spirit. I like this Dane better than the one who was ready to give up because he thought he wouldn’t be good enough. You’re good enough, Dane. I feel safe when I’m with you.”

“I just hope I won’t let you down.”

I kiss him softly, then snuggle up close.

“You won’t let me down, Dane. And I know you won’t rest until you’ve found Justin. Just remember that you don’t have to be the Terminator. You can ask for help when you need it.”

“You mean call the office?”

“No, silly,” I sigh, letting my eyes close. “I mean me! When you have trouble like you did with your nightmare, when your PTSD sends you on a spiral, you can ask me for help. I can help ground you.”

“I know,” he says softly, stroking my hair with his soft palm. I sigh and lay back against him.

As I drift off to sleep, my last thoughts are that it’s probably too late to stop myself from catching the feels for Dane.

Way too late.