Broken Desires (7 page)

He pulled her head back by her hair and scraped her neck with his teeth. “Found it.”

He licked and sucked the skin on her shoulder, his finger exploring her core tentatively, discovering her secrets with amazed sounds.

He suddenly stood before her and
lifted her leg. He slid his own leg under hers, his foot on the shelf behind her so that she was held open for him.

“I-I need to see you,
” she whispered.

The breathless words hinted at a beg and
momentarily threw him. Took him only a second to recover from the odd request before he ripped off his t-shirt and caught her sent on his finger. He brought it to his nose and closed his eyes, sniffing slowly. She was clean…exotic…rich. He looked between her legs, the matching pink sheer panties peeking from beneath the slit in the twisted silk. “Hold your panties to the side for me.” He looked at her face, her lips. “I’m going to finger you.”

She whimpered. She wasn’t accustomed to being told such intimate things at all. And that made him harder than anything.
He really liked that she was new to this. Her timidity required no restraints, she was going nowhere and doing nothing without his direction.

H
e watched as he found her slit and stroked those full wet folds. He dipped his finger in a bit and found her clit, swollen like her nipple. He raised his gaze to her breast and leaned to recklessly devour it with greedy moans, making sure he tended precisely to her pretty clit with delicate circles.

He flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue and she did it again. “Daniel!” This time her fingers sank into his hair and pulled with the sweet beg.
Oh fuck he was so dizzy, losing focus, driven to have her orgasm. Then he’d taste her, lick it all up and do it again, but with his tongue. He rotated between stroking her G-spot and pounding his finger into her deep, hitting the part of her that a cock would normally stimulate.

T
he idea that he wouldn’t be able to sink his cock into her soft body was going to bring enough punishing agony for a lifetime. Lust crazed, he tugged at her nipple with his teeth, sliding his finger out of her heat to wet her clit. The way she grunted and moaned and mewled for his touch, hips pushing for more of his rapid smacking thrusts, was blowing his mind.

Sofia clutched at his shoulders, her cries ascending steadily toward that climax he craved. She was no longer panting, but
giving those constant high pitched moans, his name on her lips with every other breath. “I’m coming, Daniel, I’m-.”

His pressed
his mouth into her ear with soft murmurs. “Come. Come for me sweet, Sofia.” He worked her clit carefully with his thumb while stroking her G-spot. Seemed like her entire body moved around his finger, clutching it, milking it. His cock demanded that same attention like never before. She dug into his shoulders with her nails and he crushed her body close to his, not content to only watching her orgasm, with her he had to feel it shudder through her. He told himself this was all her pleasure, not his.

The
sweetest cries of ecstasy, whimpers, and moans, unlike any he’d heard before, dwindled in his ear as she floated back down to reality. Still crushing her to his own heaving frame, she whispered
Daniel,
a final sigh of utter satisfaction. Damn, he’d never been so in love with the sound of his own name.

The wilted flower in his arms slowly bloomed to life.
Before he could decide how he wanted her next, her lips pressed into his neck, gasps burning him. Then he realized it. She was placing soft kisses on him.

H
e froze at the huge no no, unsure of how to stop her. Next thing he knew, she was kissing along his chest, her angelic lashes laying on flushed cheeks, making it impossible to think. His heart thundered in his chest, caught in the erotic newness. Her fingers trembled as she worked his jeans open then over his hips, her hot breath, ragged and hungry on his skin as her soft kisses slowly descended.

Before he knew it, she
pushed him against the book shelf, and panic welled up at how quickly the tables had turned. She’d taken control from him. But then she looked up into his eyes while kissing his abs. The look in her gaze, the desperate need and ache to fulfill him. It stole his breath and he couldn’t think about anything but letting her.

He b
raced against the book shelf as she worked his erection free and gazed up at him. “Is…this okay?”

He couldn’t answer
, couldn’t make his mouth work except for breathing.

She stroked his thick head across her lips, watching his face for an answer. But all he could think of was how amazing her lips felt on him. H
ow gently and carefully she handled him. His eyes rolled into his head and he thrust his hips, wanting…
needing
to be in the warmth of her body. Her lips parted and she eagerly took him in. Her inexperience heightened the rush, knowing she was stepping out of her boundaries just for him, it all gave him a strange and unfamiliar satisfaction. He watched in rapture as her lips slid over him. No woman had ever done that…not with his permission.

Soon he was lost to the heat in his groin, the sound of their moans. She seemed to echo every one of his, like his pleasure was
hers.
Before he realized, he was gasping on the intense climax rushing up, slowly clamping down on his muscles beginning at the seat of his spine, spreading like wildfire into his balls and cock. His orgasm locked on to every muscle in his body as it exploded, nothing but white hot in his mind, roaring ecstasy in his ears and Sofia’s name on his lips.

The aftermath was like waking from a dream. Daniel opened his eyes to find a liquid blue gaze staring longingly up at him
, sliding his sensitive head along his seed that coated her chin and neck.

Re
ality struck like a coiled viper. Oh fuck, what had he done, what was he doing? A cold sensation rode his spine, scattering logic, inducing panic. He put his privates away and retrieved his t-shirt from the floor. What in God’s name had he done?

“
You need to go. Now.”

****

Sofia blinked. Sounded like he said she needed to go. Then he was wiping his come off of her with his t-shirt.

“
I’m so sorry Sofia. You need to leave.”

He seemed to want to crawl into a hol
e and die but needed her out of his site before he did. What the fuck?

“What-but-I…”

“Stop. Don’t talk please, just go.”

She was so dumbfounded she couldn’t think as she righted her clothes and tucked her body parts back in them, her hands trembling. Like some dirty plague he needed to cleanse his house of, he escorted her confused ass to the exit and saw her out.

****

Two hours later, Sofia burned a hole in her bedroom carpet, pacing. Her anger had finally kicked in. All she could do was call him names and curse him. And why? Well fuck if she knew! Too pissed to think. Or too hurt? Thaaaat bastard. Weirdo gynecologist bastard.

Virgin? HA! Like she’d ever believe that. No, he knew too much to be a virgin.
Her phone rang and she looked at the number.
It was him!
She could hardly believe the nerve.

“What,” she answered.

Silence, then a long soft sigh. “Sofi…”

Panic slammed her at hearing his
broken tone. “Daniel? What’s wrong?”

“I’m…I’m so sorry. Sofia, I have
…a serious problem you don’t want to be a part of.”

“Ok
ay, deep breath. Calm, deep breaths. I’m here.”

“Oh God, Sofia…I
’m…seriously fucked up, you don’t need to be around me.”

“
Oh shit, Daniel. Do you need me to come over?”

“I don’t
…know what I want.” The gasped confession sounded horrified, like not knowing such a thing was his doom.

“I’m coming.”

Sofia hung up before he could protest, threw on jeans and sneakers, got in her car and zoomed down there.

She rotated between knocks and doorbell rings, biting her lower lip, scared to
death. He just sounded so damn…devastated.

When he didn’t come to the door, she tried the handle. Open. Fear raced along her nerves as she shut the door
and hurried from room to room looking for him. She finally found him in what she assumed was his bedroom, sitting on the floor next to his bed in only black boxer briefs. The fucking spandex kind of course.

Dammit, she wished she were a saint.

She carefully made her way toward the bed, not wanting to startle him. “Heyyy, what’s up?” she sorta cooed as she approached him slowly.

“Hey,” he whispered, not looking up, head in his hands and elbows on his drawn up knees.

Sofia lowered next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Then rubbed softly. “I’m here.” Whatever good that did. She had no clue what to say, but it seemed like that was a safe place to start. Being alone when things were rough was one of the hardest things.

He slowly moved his hand and placed it over hers.

Encouraged, she got a little closer and put her other arm around him across his chest, holding on to his shoulder. “I got you.”

Like a slow falling tower, his body
collapsed into her arms.

Sofia adjusted her embrace so that his head was against her chest. She stroked his
silky locks and rocked him, pressing her face into the glorious thick hair. And damn if she could help herself from loving the hell out of it. All of it. His vulnerability, his smell, his need for her, the fact that he seemed comforted by her.

“Stay with me Sofia.”

“I will, I’m here.”

“I’m tired
…lay with me.”

She helped him up and pulled
the black velvet comforter back on his bed, revealing silk white sheets. He fell onto the mattress like a dead corpse and Sofia worried at her lower lip while staring at his amazing body. Especially the deep dimples above his BVD’s and the amazing ass packed into the black spandex. The things she wanted to do with him. To him. For him.

He suddenly curled into a semi ball on his side and her heart constrict
ed. What was wrong with him? Whatever it was, she desperately wanted to fix it. She removed her shoes and laid next to him, her front against his broad back, hand back in his hair, soothing him.

“God you feel so good,” he murmured, reaching back and taking hold of her hand
and pulling it up to his chest. He pressed it there and Sofia felt the thudding of his heart beneath the silky warm skin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t rape you in your sleep,” she whispered.

He moaned softly and reached for her leg, pulling it over his waist. Then he returned to pressing her hand into his chest. Lord, if he got any more irresistible, she might have a heart attack all over him.

S
leep eventually snuck in and took her, kicking and screaming, out of the erotic fantasies she was being plagued with. They must’ve slept for several hours before Sofia jolted awake. She was dreaming she was with Daniel. In his bed. Longing ache for it to be real left her as she realized…it wasn’t a dream. Without opening her eyes, she indulged in the warmth against her. The weight over her thighs was more than warm, it was near hot. She realized it was his massive leg. His heavy arm on her stomach also pressed along her side and ended at her shoulder. The gorgeous man had her possessively wrapped in his limbs. She’d never been so thrilled about anything.

Her heart raced when she
felt a twitch on her thigh. His erection. Jeeeeezus, help her. Help
him. 
Momma was ready to kiss it all better, boo boo’s or not.

She
couldn’t do a thing until she emptied her bladder. She barely moved her leg and he stirred in his sleep, his fingers gripping on her shoulder and pulling her closer, and oh shit, add grinding his erection against her leg.

Biting her lower lip
, she whispered his name. “Daniel.”

The way his cock
jumped with his groan said he was having an erotic dream. And her calling his name only fueled it.  Again, his fingers tightened on her shoulder and he pumped his hips. “Sofia.” His voice croaked with emotion and desire.

Oh hell!
She was going to orgasm and pee all over him. “Daniel,” she said a little louder.

His enti
re body froze and so did hers.

Sh
e stroked his head. “I just need the bathroom.” Please keep cool and don’t flip out again.

He quickly released her and sat at the edge of the bed
with his back to her. “God, I’m…”

“Stop, you’re fine. And I’m a
damn saint.”

“Yes, you are.”

Sofia smiled, wanting to lighten his mood. “I could’ve raped you and I didn’t. Should get some kind of badge for that.” She felt his eyes on her as she found her way to his impeccable lavish bathroom. She whistled as she shut the door. “Damn, doc, that is one nice ass tub.”

“
Thanks,” she heard him say.