Clothes gone, bodies pressed under a sky littered with a thousand stars, I realized Danny was still the prettiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Thank you,” I said, forcing myself to roll over on my back.
“For what?” he asked following suit, but scooting in so we laid with our sides linked again.
“For not giving up on me after all these years.”
“I knew this was my last chance. I had to take it.” He cupped my face, turning our gaze to each other. “I’d never have forgiven myself if I didn’t get this again.” The sorrow and truth showed in his eyes.
I wanted to ask him to come with me. I dragged my teeth over my lip, swallowing back those things. He had a life here, and I’d be asking him to, what? Give up his business and his friends? I couldn’t do that to him, no more than he could do it to me.
Maybe this was all the universe had in store for us.
Or maybe when Ellie was older I’d return here and we’d see what we could do with what time we had left. These thoughts made my chest ache. He’d waited this long. It wasn’t fair for me to expect Danny to waste any more of his life. Neither of us deserved to be alone.
“It feels like I’m losing you…” He searched my face.
“You’re not losing me. I’m thinking about our past and future. Heavy stuff. I’ll stop.”
He stroked a thumb over my cheek rolling half on top of me. “By your expression, I’m guessing it’s not good.”
I put my hand over his, needing the contact. I didn’t want to lie to Danny, I never had, so I chose my words carefully. “It’s not bad, it’s heavy. I don’t know how to move forward. I have a lot to think about.”
“I want to be in those thoughts and plans. I know this is new, but I don’t want to wait around and see if one of us chooses the other. I want to choose you from the start, like I should have fourteen years ago.”
Guilt ate at my insides. “We’ll talk about it. I promise, but not tonight. Tonight I want to pretend we aren’t adults and life isn’t counting down on us.”
He brushed my hair back then kissed the corners of my mouth. “You mean you want to fuck in the back of my truck like we used to as teenagers?”
I chased his lips, tasting his smile. Unleaded and pine. There was happiness there too. One I hadn’t known since high school. “Yes, just like when we were teenagers.”
He slipped between my thighs, pressing his weight into me. “So, quick and desperate?” He rode his cock along mine.
I shook my head. “No, slow and dirty.”
His brows rose. “What is your idea of dirty?”
“Oh no, you don’t. I want your idea of dirty. I want all the things you’ve been watching in porn. The things that turn you on and you’ve never told anyone about.” I colored thinking about him asking me for the same thing. There were searches in everyone’s phone they’d never want to see the light of day. “Like when we used to watch porn together.”
“Do you want me to tell you or show you?”
“I don’t want to see it on your phone,” I laughed. “That’s cheating.”
“Not that kind of show.” He slid down my body. “This kind of show.” Danny ducked under the blankets and pushed my thighs apart.
“A blow job isn’t exactly dirty—”
He spread my cheeks and licked my hole. I gasped half sitting up, lifting the blanket a little surprised.
He smiled up at me. “I have no plans to blow you right now.”
Another swipe of his tongue and my entire body shuddered.
“I can see that.”
“Lay back and enjoy it.” His warm breath carried his words over me invoking another shiver.
“I want to watch you.”
He pushed my knee into my chest, pressing his entire face into me while fucking his tongue in and out. “I’ve always wanted to try this.”
“Me too.” My words were half moaned. “I think I could come from your tongue inside me.”
“Is that so?” He added fingers with his tongue, fucking me with both, leaving me panting.
“Danny…”
“Avery,” he said as he rolled a condom over himself and climbed over me. “Is this what you want?” He pressed his tip against my entrance.
“Yes.”
“Ask for it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He gave me an inch and it wasn’t enough. I grabbed his biceps, but pushed him off when he sunk another inch into me.
“Wait.”
“What is it, Av?” Concern showed on his face.
“I want you to fuck me without the condom.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I was tested after my divorce and I haven’t been with anyone else.” I pleaded with my eyes.
“I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom and no one at all since the last time I was tested…” He was mulling it over.
“Please.” I reached between us taking hold of him, but waiting for permission.
He gave me a single nod, I pulled off the condom. Danny didn’t enter me right away, letting his cock frot with mine as he settled over me, arms tucking under my shoulders, and knee neatly pinned to my chest. Then Danny kissed me, but this wasn’t a normal kiss, this man kissed me like he’d never kissed me before, long and slow, full of wholehearted trusting.
He’d never fucked anyone without a condom. This was a gift I wasn’t going to take for granted. Directing him towards my opening, I rubbed him there while still nice and slick with spit. He pressed forward, just past the tight ring of muscle, and I arched into him, moaning as he sunk another inch.
He worked me open, taking me slowly, letting us both enjoy the new sensation. I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life. Filled and connected. I grabbed his ass, keeping him fully seated within me while our bodies moved together.
“You like me deep, don’t you.”
“Every time you move you hit my prostate, god yes.” I hooked my leg over his hips, opening myself even wider so he could slip in another half an inch.
“I forgot how tight you are.”
I clenched around him and he dropped his face to my shoulder with a raw groan. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
* * *
I did it again while sliding fingers into my mouth. Danny cocked his head and watched as I returned them to his ass, dragging them down split.
“Ooo!” he urged, my fingers probing.
“I want to be inside you while you’re inside me.” I pushed one, and then two, into him.
He moaned attacking my mouth, our kisses becoming needy as we made our own New Years Eve fireworks.
* * *
He stayed inside me for a long time after we finished. Cock pulsing while we talked. We spoke about our past and all the things we’d missed in each other’s lives. The moments we’d wanted to call one another.
“There were so many times I picked up the phone that first year.” Hundreds. Nearly every day.
“I tried calling you, but your number was disconnected. I even begged your parents to tell me where you were. They didn’t know. I would’ve come there had I been able to.” There was so much hurt in his voice, my own choked off.