My desperation for Lear was a razor, now. A bomb.
“Lear, I fucking need you.”
He gazed at me over my belly, between my heaving breasts. “I know.”
“Untie me.”
“I’m almost scared to.” He laughed.
I didn’t laugh. “You should be.” I thrust against his mouth. “Untie me, and find out what you’ve done to me.”
Hesitantly, he moved up my body, straddling my stomach. Not accidentally, I suppose, this brought his delicious cock within range of my mouth, and I plied him eagerly as he unhooked the bra from the bedposts, and then untied the knots.
I had him in my throat when he finally freed me completely.
Slowly, I backed him out of my mouth. Gently, lovingly, I kissed the tip once more.
And I then pounced.
Chapter Eight
A Tangle of Us
One second I was kneeling on the bed, untying her, and trying like fuck to keep from coming as she wrapped those warm wet lips around me and went down, down, down…she was free, the shirt and bra tossed aside…and then she slowly pulled away, my cock expanding out of her mouth like some kind of magic trick, and then I was free, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip….and then she kissed the very top, a sloppy loving wet open-mouth kiss…
And then powerful legs scissored around my waist, pinioning me so hard I couldn’t breathe, as if a man-killing anaconda had me in its coils. She twisted like a crocodile doing the death spin, and I flew off the bed and landed on the floorboards, the breath knocked out of me, stars dancing in my eyes. She was on top of me, the length of her soft, supple, yet powerful body pressed against mine, breasts on my chest, core nuzzled against my throbbing, aching erection, thighs writhed on mine, arms wrapped around my neck, and my hands were tangled in hers.
And she was kissing me with a passion that told me this was more than a kiss.
I tasted myself, and I knew she’d taste herself on my breath. A sweetness, like honey.
I wanted to be inside her, wanted to come, wanted to flip us so I could take over and show us both what it meant to fuck and mean it as the deepest expression of love.
* * *
He was taut beneath me, his eyes on mine, but he saw something else—and I knew what it was …it was us. The way we’d been, that first time. Me, above him, wild and screaming, looking down into his eyes and seeing the future, our future, together, a lifetime of us joined flesh to flesh, but bound by more than flesh, bound by the connection of our souls. A connection branded forever as we moved together and came together without looking away. Shared souls that unburdened two lifetimes of secrets without saying a single word. Neither of us needing control—because the union created by the ecstasy, the perfection of our orgasm was control enough for us both.
I touched my forehead to his. My lips to his. Our eyes were closed, and we weren’t kissing though our lips were touching.
“Lear…”
“Dani?”
I swiveled my hips, a slow gyration, sliding his hard shaft between my damp sex. He moved, and I moved, yet we weren’t joined yet.
His breathing was ragged.
I wasn’t breathing at all. I couldn’t…not until we were complete.
* * *
Dani’s lips quivered against mine. She was utterly still, except for the slow teasing grind of her hips, dragging my aching member against her desire-drenched core. She was holding her breath—I knew she was waiting until I took what I wanted.
She was demanding more of me. Begging me the only way she could to make this more, to make it what she’d always wanted, always needed, but never imagined she would ever have.
I stood up with her in my arms and threw her onto the bed. She bounced, and I landed with her—she opened her legs to me, wrapped her thighs around me and I found her wet and waiting. She slipped a hand between us, nestled me at her opening, and our eyes met.
She still wasn’t breathing.
I didn’t rush it—I just kept our gazes locked, tangled my fingers with hers, and looked deep into her eyes.
A pause, in the instant before I took us home.
* * *
He spread me open and filled me and I still couldn’t breathe; he slid into me, and I burned and ached with exquisite pleasure as I accepted his cock. And I still couldn’t breathe. I tried— I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but my lungs wouldn’t obey my command. They were connected to my heart, and for some reason they were both waiting for the moment we were united.
Time had no meaning. The split seconds it took for Lear to fill me were an endless eternity, an ecstasy of years, bliss without limit, taking him and, finally, being filled in more than merely a physical way, filled as his soul met mine, and I overflowed.
He filled me, and finally I could take a breath.
I was sheltered under him, and I was nothing and no one but me.
Danielle
Cuddy
Daniela Khoury
Danielle Cuddy
Dani
The nameless helpless innocent I’d been—
The creature of fury and vengeance I’d become—
The thrill of the kill—
The thing bathed in blood and darkness, lost in unspeakable violence—
A wild not-quite woman, a sexual being attempting to find herself in thrust and sweat and dominance, taking and taking and taking but never sated, never filled, never having known love—
Never known—
The empty exchange of nothing for nothing.
I had been nameless; there was no me, and I wasn’t the person associated with those names.
And the darkest secret I possessed was that…
I was no one. I didn’t know me—I couldn’t feel a soul in me.
The nightmare that kept me up at night wasn’t the ghosts of all those I’d killed, wasn’t the memory of the dark deeds I’d done, but the abject icy terror that I truly had no heart, that I had no soul.
I’d never be loved because I’d never been loved, never been kissed or hugged or accepted or protected. I’d never been an innocent little girl or an awkward teenager or a cocky young adult with the whole world and my whole life ahead of me—I’d jumped from being barely more than a baby to an abused thing, a ravaged thing more comfortable with pain than peace.
I was no one, I’d lost me. I’d never had me—I’d only been the unwilling receptacle at the mercy of others.
And I’d buried all that. Buried it beneath sex and money and combat.
All this happened in the moments between guiding Lear to my sex, and him filling me to completion. Epiphany? Maybe.
I didn’t need a word for it.
I wept.
It began as a tear, and then two, and then a flood.
It quickly became uncontrollable, but I no longer cared. Lear somehow knew what I needed.
* * *
Dani was sobbing, the cries of a soul utterly broken. Yet her eyes were on mine, and I saw into her, as if her soul had opened, blossoming like a flower. I saw her soul, and I knew it, intimately.
And even though she was sobbing as if broken, I knew somehow that this was what she needed. I gave her my weight, curling my arms under her and wrapping them around her, crushing her against me, burying my face in her hair and feeling her face pressed against my throat, feeling her body racked with sobs and tears wetting my skin. She coiled her legs around my waist and held me tight, caught my hair in her fists and held me against her, took my lips and demanded that I kiss her.
She shuddered as I kissed her.
“L-L-L-Lear…” she gasped, through sobs and gasps. “Please.”
I knew what she needed, what she was asking for. I palmed the back of her neck and kissed her and kept my eyes on hers as I finally began moving, followed by what felt like an infinity of time before entering her sweet soft wet heaven.
I moved.
Pushed in, drew back. Held her eyes as I cupped her nape and drove us together. “This?”
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She sobbed, and nodded. Didn’t apologize for crying, or try to explain it. I’d broken something inside her, but instead of hurting her, it had freed her, and the tears were catharsis.
I kissed her tears away, and thrust into her, softly and slowly. Measured, unhurried. I slid in, groaning at the clenching damp of her core around me.
Forehead to forehead, her tears now smeared on my cheeks, on my nose, on my lips, I kissed her mouth, and the corner of her lips, and her cheeks and eyes, her forehead and her chin, her throat and her breasts, taking her sex with stroke after stroke, driving home again and again, groaning each time and thinking I’d be lost inside her perfection. It was as if the joining of our bodies was infinite, a hall of mirrors looking in on itself into eternity, me into her into me into her.
Dani sobbed, and I sipped on her tears, and moved her to climax. She shook under me, and her thighs clamped around my waist until it hurt, and her core shuddered, spasmed around me, and her movements went wild with unspent fury—sobbing and screaming at the same time. Her fingers were knotted in my hair so fiercely it burned, and then her grip shot from hair to skin, and her nails raked down my spine, carving down my back and clawing as she detonated beneath me, screaming and thrashing and pushing up against me, driving into me, heels pawing at my buttocks and breasts smashing against my chest.
I felt her draw blood with her nails, and growled through the pain because it was beautiful; it was this wild powerful woman taking herself beyond the past and into our future.
She came with a nuclear blast, screaming and screaming.
Clamping around me, clenching spastically.
But I couldn’t find my release. Not yet. It was pent up within me. Bound deep. Locked up.
Dani stared searingly into my eyes as she came, and with still wet cheeks, she reached up to palm my face and kissed me with exquisite tenderness, lips barely touching yet burning with heat, and wet with seeking tongue.
* * *
Lear was waiting for something. He was waiting for me. For this shredding of my walls to be done. For my true soul, long buried in shadows and chains, to appear.
I felt her respond, that long-buried part of me—
Lear had named her.
He’d reclaimed the pet name that I had long associated with me as a victim. He’d taken it, smashed it and rebuilt the pieces into something new.
Dani.
His Dani.
He’d been whispering something as he slid into me, for the last few seconds, and the truth of what he was chanting hit me like a ton of C4: “My Dani…My Dani…”
His Dani.
I was done weeping, but the sound of that, my new being, my new name chanted on his lips—it burst something else in me, cracked open some other reservoir within me.
“Lear.”
He blinked at me. “Yeah?”
We pivoted, moving in synch as if he knew what I wanted before I’d even realized it completely myself. Sitting together, his legs around me, mine around him, we were still joined, but he was angled away, tensed and straining. I locked my legs around his waist and lifted up so he nearly pulled free of me. He buried his face between my breasts, and I cupped them for him, pressed them to him, and began moving. Rising and falling, we shared the effort of movement.
He moved, shifting up, getting his legs under him so he was sitting on his heels. Above him now, I gathered his hair in my hands and caressed him, rising, falling, grinding on him as he drove up with his knees. Driving, driving.
I arched my back and pressed my breasts against him, and he took them in his mouth and I cupped his head to crush his face between my heaving breasts, and I rode him as hard as I could, gasping, grinding, growling. Needing, needing.
“Lear…”
He moaned, a long low animal sound of desperation. “Dani, my Dani…”
Our eyes met. “Yes, Lear. Your Dani. I’m your Dani.” I touched his cheek with one hand, the other still buried in his hair at the back of his head. “I’m your Dani.”
He thrust up into me, lifting up on his knees to drive deeper. “Dani, god…”
I kissed him, the only way I could express myself, the only way I could unleash the truth of what was within me. He took my kiss and made it ours, kissed me with wild desperation, all teeth and tongues clashing against hungry lips. Breath on breath, devouring and crazed.
I took the movement from him, and touched my forehead to his, held there for a moment, just breathing with him…and then I shoved him to his back, covering him with my body.
The last time we’d done this, I’d run away the moment it was over. I’d bolted the moment he’d finished,.
But this time would be different.
* * *
She sat up, pressed a hand to each of my knees, urging me with a soft gesture to lay down. Her hand on my chest, she pushed me to the mattress as I sought to sit up, to change positions, to do something other than this.
Her running, last time, had affected me than I’d realized.
But now it was different, she was insisting.
I lay down flat, and she ran her fingers through her hair, and then down her body. Cupped her breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples, and then letting them fall with a heavy bounce. She lifted on her knees, drawing me out of her, stopping when just the head of me was left inside her. She smiled down at me.
“Be still,” she whispered. “Let me.”
“Dani—”
“Yes, Lear. I’m your Dani.” She moved her hips in circles, a teasing, grinding. “And I want you to let me do this.”
She still had tear tracks on her face, her skin mottled and blotchy, her hair wild. But she was joyful, eager, eyes bright and scintillating with a million emotions—all of them brilliant and hypnotizing. She was totally open, now. As if all the layers and walls were gone, as if the self that had been hidden inside those layers and walls had come alive, bursting free and taking over the shell of the woman she’d been.
And if the blazing, wild, powerful woman she’d been before was now this full of fury and fire and joy and love—what would the new version of her be…?
She cupped my face in her hands and smiled at me, an explosively joyful, vibrant expression that transformed her entirely. She kissed my lips, hers trembling and salty with tears. Still levered over me, she kept me notched just barely inside her, drawing out the moment.
“Dani,” I breathed, a thought occurring to me. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
She pressed her forehead to mine, and shook her head. “Don’t care.”
“Should.”
“I’m clean. I’ve had an IUD for years. If you’re clean, we’re covered.” She moved her hips in circles, slow and teasing, and making me crazy with the need to be deeper. “Tell me you’re clean.”
“I am.”
Her eyes were wild and bright, barely an inch from mine. “Never, ever been bare with anyone—with you, like this, it’s…it’s perfect.”
“So perfect,” I agreed. “If you’re sure.”
She pressed her face into my throat, stretched along my body, and fluttered her hips in teasing shallow movements. “Never been more sure of anything.”
“Me either.”
She kissed my throat, my chest. Lifted up to meet my eyes again. “I need you to come for me now, Lear. Please.”
I growled, imprisoning her hips in my hands, gripping hard. “Give it to me, Dani.”
She kissed me, then, her mouth clashing over mine, tongue demanding and scouring and searing, and I groaned into the kiss, feeling my soul rise up within me at the taste of her mouth, the sensation of homecoming as we melded and merged, soul-to-soul.
She slammed down on me, ass clapping against my hips and thighs with a loud, resounding slap. I growled, and she screamed, spine bowing and head dropping. My hips rammed up, and I yanked her down harder. Never in my life had I felt this—so united, so known, so willingly owned by another person. Deep inside her, buried in her sweetness, wrapped up in her sof
t wet warmth, her mouth on mine, her breasts a silken weight on my chest, her hair tickling me and her breath in my lungs and her heart open to mine…this was everything.
“Dani…” I murmured, voice breaking. “Oh fuck, oh god, my Dani.”
She bent over me and pressed her breasts to my face, clutching me to her as she ground her ass against me, moving me deep and hard and fast. “My Lear, god, please, Lear…more. Give me more of you. Please. More.”
I took her, then, without reservation. I called and cried her name and growled like an animal and slammed into her as hard and as fast as I could, holding back nothing, crashing into her until she screamed and I felt her spasm around me and my own climax built and built and built until it was a fury-fraught tumult of gathering heat and primal aggression, taking and taking and taking, because she was giving and giving and giving, and she wanted all I had and I wanted all that she was and we completed each other by giving, by taking.
I exploded inside her, filling her. She fell prone against me, knees drawn up under her, hips rolling in a wild unrestrained frenzy, crashing down on me and grinding against me and kissing me in helpless stutters wherever her mouth found my flesh to kiss. I came and came, and wept her name without shame at the raw intensity of emotion at this baring of my soul, of knowing the very core of my being was tied to another human—
* * *
I felt him fill me. I felt his seed rush hot through me, a thick flood of heat pushing and pulsing and spreading, and I came all the harder feeling such vulnerability, to be bare with him, to have all of him in a way I’d never accepted anyone, in a way I’d never been taken, giving him parts of me, all of me, giving myself as I’d never given.
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