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Daniel’s mouth crashes onto mine, our kiss desperate and deep. I spent the afternoon psyching myself up for this, preparing myself for every possible scenario, working hard to fight what Heather calls my “catastrophizing cognitions.” Basically, I usually think of the worst thing that could happen, and assume that it is going to happen and that it’s going to be unbearable. So my first thought when I told Heather I wanted to do this was that Daniel would be here with another girl, and that he’d laugh in my face and show me the door.
She’d asked me what my evidence was, whether anything about his behavior suggested he would do that to me. I told her that I don’t see him every day, and that he could be leading a whole double life without me in it. She said that was another catastrophizing thought, not actual “behavioral data.” I’m starting to like this evidence thing, because I do have evidence that he’s telling the truth. And it’s not just his body against mine, the hard bulge pressed to my abdomen that’s making me tingle, his mouth on my throat—it’s everything about the past few months.
Daniel loves me. And oh, I love him right back, and I’ve known for a while. I squeeze my eyes shut as he backs me against his door and cages me with his arms, his touch urgent and demanding. I’m prepared for this eventuality, too—I didn’t tell Daniel, but part of my exposure session was to go to a drugstore and buy condoms. He probably has some on hand, but I talked with Heather and we agreed that it would be an important part of this. My hands were shaking as I put the little box in front of the male clerk, and I kept thinking this is because you’re nervous, because you’re a little embarrassed, and it’s going to pass. And … it did. I stood my ground even though I wanted to run and hide. The clerk didn’t even look at me twice as he scanned the box and stuck it in a bag. I walked out of the store with condoms in the pocket of my coat like it was no big deal.
Daniel unbuttons my shirt while he gently nips at my throat. His skin is rough against mine, and the scrape of his teeth makes me squirm with want for him. He pushes my sleeves down my arms until the shirt is lying on the floor. His blue eyes slide over me, full of hunger. This has been building for weeks.
As he kisses me again, I lift his t-shirt, wanting to see him. He pulls away briefly to yank it over his head and toss it away, and I’m breathless as I gaze at his chest and stomach, taut muscles, the swirling tribal tattoo, all that gorgeous skin. I lay the flat of my palm over his heart, and he puts his hand over mine. “Yours,” he says simply.
I look into his eyes, still unable to believe it. “I love you,” I whisper, because I don’t know what else to say. It’s the only thing I can really think of, especially when he moves in closer and pins me to the wall, his hand on my leg and moving north. My fingers slide into his shaggy hair as he nibbles at my bottom lip and strokes my inner thigh, then hooks his fingers over the side of my panties and pulls them down until they fall to my ankles. Of course, they get snagged on my heels, and I nearly knee him in the groin as I try to step out of them.
He jerks away just in time. “Whoa.”
I snort, and then start to laugh at how ridiculous we look: me, standing here in my bra and tangled in my panties; and him, leaning on the wall, shirtless, his erection prominent even through his jeans.
“Watch out,” I say through my snickers. “My knee strike is lethal.”
He grins and kneels, his hands skimming down my legs to my ankles. “One more reason not to piss you off.” He easily divests me of the obnoxious panties and peers up at me. I brush his hair off his forehead and run my fingertips down to his jaw.
“You look beautiful, Stella. You always do, though,” he says, then kisses my thigh, right below the hem of my skirt. His hands move upward again, until they’re on my ass. His teeth are hard against the flesh of my inner thigh, and I lean against the wall and close my eyes, waves of warmth and desire crashing down on me. I want him inside me. I’m dying to feel it again. I gasp as his fingers creep up slowly, teasing mercilessly. My skirt is riding up around my hips, and Daniel is in control of me. All I can do is hold on to the wall as he strokes me, building the tension a moment at a time. He did the same thing the last time we were together.
But this time, I want to do it to him. I tug on his hair and he looks up at me, his expression hazed and hot. “Come up here,” I say. “I want you up here.”
Something flares in his gaze, and he obeys, his arm coiling around my waist as he kisses me hard. I reach for the button of his pants and undo it, then lower his fly. My heart is racing. I don’t know what I’m doing, and last time, I was clumsy and tentative. It’s not likely to be different this time, but I’ve learned over the last several weeks that I can’t avoid things that scare me. I slide his pants off his lean hips, enjoying the flex of his muscles beneath my palms. So powerful. Mine. I pull my mouth from his and kiss his jaw, his throat, his collarbone. I flatten my hand on his abdomen and slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. His cock is hot and silky and rigid. Daniel moans as I close my hand around it, then reaches for the wall to hold himself up. “What are you up to?” he whispers as I start to slide downward.
“Figuring something out,” I say, kissing his chest, trailing my tongue down his stomach. His taste is slightly salty and his muscles tremble as I sink to the floor in front of him. Finally, I’m on my knees, and I pull his pants lower, until he springs free. I take hold of him, reminding myself that my heart is beating this fast for a good reason. Because I want him to like what I’m doing, because I’m crazy about this man and I want him to be crazy for me. I lick the underside of his shaft, and it jerks in my hand. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, my lips moving against him. “So will you tell me?”
“You don’t have to do this, Stella,” he says breathlessly.
“But I want to.” I rise a little higher and circle my tongue over the head, over this little bead of moisture at the tip, salty and smooth. I slide my lips over it, and Daniel draws in a sharp breath. His fingers tangle in my hair and his hips move forward. I guess that means I’m doing all right. I open my mouth wide, taking in as much of him as I can. Daniel curses and his fingers spasm against my scalp. I let his movements lead me, the minute thrusts of his hips, the clutch of his fingers, the mumbled encouragement that mostly consists of yes like that more like that harder like that oh God like that.
My jaw is aching, but it’s a good kind of hurt. This is like having a tiger on a leash, scary and thrilling. When I hear a pounding noise, I glance up to see the side of Daniel’s fist collide with the wall. His eyes are squeezed shut. I move up and down, exploring his thighs with my free hand, finally getting brave and gently stroking his balls, hot and smooth between his legs. My fingers slip along their center, but when I reach the firm patch of skin behind them, he says, “Fuuuuck, Stella, stop now. Stop stop stop—” He pulls at my hair and my mouth slides off his shaft. He yanks me up roughly, trapping me against the wall. “You’re going to make me come,” he says between breaths.
“That was kind of the idea,” I say. “Was I doing okay?”
He lets out a shaky laugh and leans his forehead on mine. “Too well,” he mutters, then his tongue is in my mouth, his hands are up my skirt again, his rigid length is pressed between us. I move my hands down to his ass, bare under my palms and diamond hard. “I want to be inside you,” he says between kisses. “I have to go get—”
“I have some. In my jacket.”
“You do?”
I smile, because this is something I never could have done a few months ago. Fierce pride and joy swells inside me. “I bought some.” I slide my hands up his chest to his neck. “You did promise that if I came here, you’d make me scream your name.”
“So I did,” he says, a glint of danger in his eyes. He turns away and scoops my jacket from the floor, then rifles through the pockets until he pulls out the box. A moment later, he’s sliding on a condom. There’s something so sexy about this—I’m still wearing my heels, along with half my clothes, and his pants are around his thighs, but we can’t wait. He rucks up my skirt and looks into my eyes. “Spread your legs a little.”
When I do, his fingers are there instantly, slicking through the liquid desire that’s been building inside me. We both moan as he touches me. He takes himself in hand and slides between my legs without penetrating, and I squirm, nerves and need all at once. His fingers close around my thigh, and he lifts it to his hip. He bends his knees to give himself the angle, and then I feel the tip of him against me. The sound that comes out of my mouth as he thrusts himself upward is half-squeal, half-whimper. My eyes clamp shut. Unlike last time, he enters me with one abrupt movement, grasping my leg as he pushes himself all the way inside. The pressure is so intense, and my standing leg trembles as Daniel begins to move his hips. “Lean back a little, Stella. That’s it.”
As soon as I do it, he grinds against me with each thrust, and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before, tingling ribbons of pleasure entwined with pain. His hand slides to my ass, supporting my leg with his arm. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his blue eyes on me, his jaw clenched as he rocks his hips up. Every time he invades me, it drives the breath from my lungs. My shoulder blades slide along the wall as he makes me rise onto my tiptoes with the powerful flex of his hips. And suddenly it’s too much. I can’t hold myself up for another second. “Daniel,” I say,

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Daniel's mulut crash ke tambang, ciuman kami putus asa dan mendalam. Aku menghabiskan sore psyching sendiri untuk ini, mempersiapkan diri untuk setiap kemungkinan skenario, bekerja keras untuk melawan Heather apa panggilan saya "catastrophizing kognisi." Pada dasarnya, saya biasanya berpikir tentang hal terburuk yang bisa terjadi, dan menganggap bahwa itu akan terjadi dan bahwa itu akan menjadi tak tertahankan. Jadi saya pikir yang pertama ketika saya mengatakan Heather saya ingin melakukan hal ini adalah bahwa Daniel akan di sini dengan gadis lain, dan bahwa ia akan tertawa di wajah saya dan menunjukkan saya pintu.Dia telah meminta saya bukti apa yang saya adalah, apakah apa-apa tentang perilakunya menyarankan ia akan melakukannya untuk saya. Saya mengatakan kepadanya bahwa aku tidak melihatnya setiap hari, dan bahwa ia bisa memimpin kehidupan seluruh ganda tanpa saya di dalamnya. Dia bilang itu catastrophizing lain berpikir, bukan aktual "data perilaku." Aku mulai menyukai hal bukti ini, karena saya punya bukti bahwa ia mengatakan kebenaran. Dan itu tidak hanya tubuh-Nya terhadap saya, tonjolan sulit ditekan untuk menggelitik perut saya yang membuat saya, mulutnya di tenggorokan saya-itu adalah segala sesuatu tentang beberapa bulan.Daniel mencintaiku. Oh, aku mencintainya kembali dan saya kenal untuk sementara. Aku memeras mataku tertutup ketika ia punggung saya terhadap pintu dan kandang saya dengan tangannya, sentuhan-nya mendesak dan menuntut. Saya siap untuk kemungkinan ini, terlalu-aku tidak memberitahu Daniel, tapi bagian dari sesi paparan saya adalah untuk pergi ke toko obat dan membeli kondom. Dia mungkin memiliki beberapa sisi, tapi saya berbicara dengan Heather dan kami sepakat bahwa itu akan menjadi bagian penting dari ini. Tanganku gemetar karena aku menempatkan kotak kecil di depan petugas laki-laki, dan aku terus berpikir ini adalah karena Anda gugup, karena Anda sedikit malu, dan itu akan berlalu. Dan... itu. Aku berdiri di tanah saya meskipun saya ingin berlari dan bersembunyi. Petugas tidak bahkan melihat saya dua kali ketika ia mengamati kotak dan memasukkannya ke dalam tas. Aku berjalan keluar dari toko dengan kondom di saku saya mantel seperti itu bukan masalah besar.Daniel unbuttons kemeja sementara ia lembut nips di tenggorokanku. Kulitnya kasar terhadap saya, dan luka giginya membuatku menggeliat dengan ingin baginya. Dia mendorong saya lengan bawah lengan saya sampai kemeja terbaring di lantai. Matanya biru geser atasku, penuh kelaparan. Ini telah membangun selama berminggu-minggu.Seperti yang ia ciuman saya lagi, aku mengangkat nya t-shirt, ingin melihatnya. Dia menarik diri secara singkat untuk menarik atas kepalanya dan membuang itu pergi, dan aku terengah-engah seperti aku menatap dada dan perut, otot-otot tegang, suku tato berputar-putar, kulit semua yang cantik. Aku berbaring datar genggaman saya atas jantungnya, dan dia meletakkan tangannya atas tambang. "Anda," ungkapnya polos.Saya melihat ke matanya, masih tidak percaya. "Aku mencintaimu," saya berbisik, karena saya tidak tahu apa lagi yang harus kukatakan. Ini adalah satu-satunya hal yang saya bisa benar-benar memikirkan, terutama ketika ia bergerak lebih dekat dan PIN saya untuk dinding, tangannya di kaki saya dan bergerak Utara. Geser jari saya ke rambut shaggy camilan di bibir bawah dan stroke saya batin paha, kemudian kait jarinya ke sisi saya celana dalam dan menarik mereka sampai mereka jatuh ke pergelangan kaki saya. Tentu saja, mereka mendapatkan tersangkut pada tumit saya, dan saya hampir lutut dia di selangkangan saat aku mencoba untuk melangkah keluar dari mereka.Ia tersentak berjarak hanya dalam waktu. "Wah."Aku mendengus, dan kemudian mulai untuk menertawakan betapa konyol kita melihat: saya, berdiri di sini di bra-Ku dan kusut dalam celana saya; dan dia, bersandar di dinding, bertelanjang dada, ereksi nya terkemuka bahkan melalui jeans-nya."Hati-hati," kataku melalui snickers saya. "Serangan lutut saya mematikan."Dia grins dan berlutut, tangannya menggelapkan bawah kakiku untuk pergelangan kaki saya. "Satu lagi alasan tidak untuk membuat jengkel Anda." Dia dengan mudah divestasi saya celana dalam menjengkelkan dan rekan-rekan pada saya. Aku sikat rambut off dahinya dan menjalankan jari saya ke rahang beliau."Anda terlihat cantik, Stella. Anda selalu lakukan, meskipun,"Dia mengatakan, kemudian ciuman pahaku, tepat di bawah hem rok saya. Tangan bergerak ke atas lagi, sampai mereka berada di pantatku. Giginya sulit melawan daging paha batin saya, dan saya bersandar ke dinding dan menutup mata, gelombang kehangatan dan keinginan runtuh pada saya. Aku ingin dia dalam diriku. Aku sedang sekarat merasa itu lagi. Aku terkesiap sebagai jarinya merayap perlahan-lahan, menggoda tanpa ampun. Rok saya naik sekitar pinggul, dan Daniel dalam pengendalian saya. Bisa saya lakukan adalah terus untuk dinding seperti ia mengusap saya, membangun ketegangan sejenak pada suatu waktu. Dia melakukan hal yang sama terakhir kali kita berada bersama-sama.Tapi kali ini, saya ingin melakukan itu kepadanya. Aku menarik pada rambut dan dia mendongak pada saya, ekspresi hazed dan panas. "Naiklah ke mari," kataku. "Saya ingin Anda di sini."Sesuatu flare di perhatiannya, dan dia menaati, lengannya melingkar di sekitar pinggang seperti ia ciuman saya sulit. Aku meraih tombol celananya dan undo saja, lalu terbang nya yang lebih rendah. Hatiku balap. Aku tidak tahu apa yang saya lakukan, dan terakhir kali, saya sangat canggung dan tentatif. Sangat tidak mungkin untuk menjadi berbeda saat ini, tetapi saya telah belajar selama beberapa minggu terakhir bahwa saya tidak dapat menghindari hal-hal yang menakut-nakuti saya. Aku meluncur celananya off pinggul ramping, menikmati flex ototnya di bawah telapak tangan saya. Begitu kuat. Tambang. Aku menarik mulutku dari Nya dan mencium rahang beliau, tenggorokan, tulang selangka nya. Saya meratakan tanganku pada perut dan geser jari-jari saya di bawah pinggang celana boxer nya. Kemaluannya panas dan halus dan kaku. Daniel erangan ketika saya tutup tanganku di sekelilingnya, kemudian mencapai untuk dinding untuk menahan dirinya. "Apa yang Anda sampai dengan?" bisiknya ketika saya mulai meluncur ke bawah."Mencari sesuatu," kataku, mencium dadanya, trailing lidahku bawah perutnya. Rasa nya sedikit asin dan ototnya gemetar karena aku tenggelam ke lantai di depannya. Akhirnya, saya pada lutut saya, dan saya tarik celana bawah, sampai ia springs gratis. Aku memegang dia, mengingatkan diri bahwa hati saya berdetak puasa ini untuk alasan yang baik. Karena aku ingin dia untuk seperti apa yang saya lakukan, karena aku gila tentang orang ini dan aku ingin dia menjadi gila untuk saya. Aku menjilati bawah shaft, dan tersentak di tanganku. "Saya tidak tahu apa yang saya lakukan," Aku berkata, bibir saya bergerak terhadap dirinya. "Jadi Anda akan memberitahu saya?"“You don’t have to do this, Stella,” he says breathlessly.“But I want to.” I rise a little higher and circle my tongue over the head, over this little bead of moisture at the tip, salty and smooth. I slide my lips over it, and Daniel draws in a sharp breath. His fingers tangle in my hair and his hips move forward. I guess that means I’m doing all right. I open my mouth wide, taking in as much of him as I can. Daniel curses and his fingers spasm against my scalp. I let his movements lead me, the minute thrusts of his hips, the clutch of his fingers, the mumbled encouragement that mostly consists of yes like that more like that harder like that oh God like that.My jaw is aching, but it’s a good kind of hurt. This is like having a tiger on a leash, scary and thrilling. When I hear a pounding noise, I glance up to see the side of Daniel’s fist collide with the wall. His eyes are squeezed shut. I move up and down, exploring his thighs with my free hand, finally getting brave and gently stroking his balls, hot and smooth between his legs. My fingers slip along their center, but when I reach the firm patch of skin behind them, he says, “Fuuuuck, Stella, stop now. Stop stop stop—” He pulls at my hair and my mouth slides off his shaft. He yanks me up roughly, trapping me against the wall. “You’re going to make me come,” he says between breaths.“That was kind of the idea,” I say. “Was I doing okay?”He lets out a shaky laugh and leans his forehead on mine. “Too well,” he mutters, then his tongue is in my mouth, his hands are up my skirt again, his rigid length is pressed between us. I move my hands down to his ass, bare under my palms and diamond hard. “I want to be inside you,” he says between kisses. “I have to go get—”“I have some. In my jacket.”“You do?”I smile, because this is something I never could have done a few months ago. Fierce pride and joy swells inside me. “I bought some.” I slide my hands up his chest to his neck. “You did promise that if I came here, you’d make me scream your name.”“So I did,” he says, a glint of danger in his eyes. He turns away and scoops my jacket from the floor, then rifles through the pockets until he pulls out the box. A moment later, he’s sliding on a condom. There’s something so sexy about this—I’m still wearing my heels, along with half my clothes, and his pants are around his thighs, but we can’t wait. He rucks up my skirt and looks into my eyes. “Spread your legs a little.”When I do, his fingers are there instantly, slicking through the liquid desire that’s been building inside me. We both moan as he touches me. He takes himself in hand and slides between my legs without penetrating, and I squirm, nerves and need all at once. His fingers close around my thigh, and he lifts it to his hip. He bends his knees to give himself the angle, and then I feel the tip of him against me. The sound that comes out of my mouth as he thrusts himself upward is half-squeal, half-whimper. My eyes clamp shut. Unlike last time, he enters me with one abrupt movement, grasping my leg as he pushes himself all the way inside. The pressure is so intense, and my standing leg trembles as Daniel begins to move his hips. “Lean back a little, Stella. That’s it.”As soon as I do it, he grinds against me with each thrust, and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before, tingling ribbons of pleasure entwined with pain. His hand slides to my ass, supporting my leg with his arm. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his blue eyes on me, his jaw clenched as he rocks his hips up. Every time he invades me, it drives the breath from my lungs. My shoulder blades slide along the wall as he makes me rise onto my tiptoes with the powerful flex of his hips. And suddenly it’s too much. I can’t hold myself up for another second. “Daniel,” I say,