The kiss was everything.
His lips were firm and unrelenting, pressing against hers in a way that made it hard to think straight. He kissed her like he meant it, like he had been holding back for too long and wasn't willing to stop now.
She let out a soft sound into his mouth, barely realizing it, as the kiss deepened. There was something overwhelming about it, something that sent a sudden rush of heat through her body.
It wasn't just a kiss anymore. It felt like he was claiming the moment, pulling her into something she hadn't prepared for, something she couldn't easily pull away from even if she wanted to.
And the worst part was… she didn't want to stop him. Laura had kissed women before soft, gentle kisses, slow and sweet. But this? This was different. This was fire.
Daniel's hands roamed over her body, one sliding up to tangle in her hair, the other gripping her ass, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach, and the realization that he was hard for her made her whimper. She had never been with a man, never wanted to be. But now, with Daniel's mouth on hers, his hands claiming her, she needed him.
"Fuck, Laura," Daniel gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against hers. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving. "I've wanted this for so long."
Laura's heart raced. "How long?"
"Since the first time I saw you," he admitted, his voice rough. "The way you laughed, the way you moved I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Laura's breath hitched. She had felt it too the way his eyes lingered on her a second too long, the way his touch always seemed to burn. But she had told herself it was just her imagination. Now, with his hands on her, his mouth on hers, she knew it wasn't.
"Daniel," she breathed, her fingers tightening in his shirt. "We can't do this. Not here. Not like this."
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes burning with desire. "Then where? When?"
Laura's mind raced. She wanted this. God, she wanted him. But the guilt gnawed at her, the knowledge that Claire would never forgive her. "I don't know," she whispered.
Daniel's grip on her tightened, his voice a low growl. "I can't keep pretending, Laura. I can't keep acting like I don't want you."
Laura's resolve crumbled. She had spent months denying this, denying him. But she was tired of fighting it. Tired of pretending.
"Then don't," she whispered.
Daniel's mouth crashed back onto hers, his kiss bruising, desperate. His hands were everywhere her waist, her hips, her ass pulling her against him like he couldn't get close enough. Laura moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.
"Bedroom," Daniel gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "Now."
Laura didn't hesitate. She let him lead her down the hall, her heart pounding in her chest. This was wrong. This was forbidden. But she didn't care. Not anymore.
The moment they crossed the threshold into Daniel's bedroom, he spun her around, pressing her back against the closed door. His mouth was on hers again, his hands sliding under her blouse, his fingers tracing the lace of her bra.
"Fuck, you're so soft," Daniel groaned, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "I've dreamed about this. About you."
Laura's head fell back against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Daniel—" "Shh," he murmured, his hands sliding down to the hem of her skirt. "Let me take care of you."
Before she could protest, he was on his knees in front of her, his hands sliding her skirt up her thighs. Laura's breath hitched as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them, her heart racing as she stood there, feeling more exposed than she was used to, unsure of what to do with herself.
There was something about the moment that threw her off balance, like her body was reacting before she could make sense of it. It left her a little unsteady, her breath uneven, as if she was trying to catch up with something she didn't fully understand yet.
Daniel looked up at her, and the way he held her gaze made it hard to look away. There was an intensity in his eyes that felt almost too much, like he was seeing more than she was ready to show.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, like it was something he had been holding back for too long.
His hands moved carefully, sliding along her thighs, slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to understand her rather than rush her. The touch alone sent a sudden wave of heat through her, catching her off guard.
Laura let out a soft sound, her body reacting before she could think, her control slipping just a little as the moment pulled her deeper than she expected.
"Daniel, please..."
"Please what?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me what you want."
Laura's face flushed. Of a truth, she had never been with a man before and never spoken about what she wanted. But with Daniel, it felt right. "I want you to taste me," she whispered.
Daniel groaned, his fingers parting her folds, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Fuck, you're soaked," he growled. And then his mouth was on her.
Laura cried out, her hands flying to his hair as his tongue dragged through her folds, slow and deliberate. He groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. "Oh God," she gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Daniel's hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as his tongue circled her clit, his lips sealing around the sensitive bud. Laura's legs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. "Daniel...fuck..."
He didn't let up. His tongue flicked against her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, curling just right. Laura's back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built, higher and higher, until...
"Oh God—Daniel—" Her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Daniel groaned against her, his tongue still working her through it, drawing out every last tremor.
When she finally came down, her legs weak, her breath ragged, Daniel stood, his mouth glistening with her arousal. He kissed her, hard and deep, letting her taste herself on his lips. Laura moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle.
"Laura," Daniel groaned, his hands covering hers. "Are you sure?"
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Daniel didn't need to be told twice. He stripped off his shirt, his muscles rippling under the dim light of the bedroom. Laura's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him broad shoulders, a dusting of dark hair across his chest, the hard planes of his abs. And then her eyes dropped lower, to the bulge in his pants, the way his cock strained against the fabric.
She reached for him, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection. Daniel hissed, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Laura..."
She didn't let him finish. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers working at his belt, his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Laura's mouth watered at the sight of him, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft.
"You don't have to..." Daniel started, but Laura cut him off by licking the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck—Laura—" Daniel groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.