Leigh laughed. "And here I was waiting for you to storm my battlements."
"In that case…" He ducked and tossed her over his shoulder.
She squealed. "Not exactly what I had in mind."
"Oh?" He twisted his head her way. "You were going to carry me?"
"Very well." She feigned a beleaguered sigh. "Carry on. You can use your keen investigative skills to find my lair."
He skimmed his free hand over her ass. "Getting sassy now, are we?" Hard circles brought heat rushing to her pussy. "There's a cure for that you know."
Leigh's breath caught. "Are you offering me a friendly hand?"
"Perhaps? Do you need one?"
She couldn't answer. Too many doubts swarmed her head. A sharp swat shocked an "Oh" out of her and yanked her back to the moment.
"Answer, please," he said. "You never play coy, remember?"
"I remember," she replied breathlessly, all the while fighting the need to squirm against his rigid shoulder and find some relief for the growing ache between her thighs.
"Do you need a friendly hand?" he asked again.
God help her, she wanted another swat badly. "I need many things, Dan."
There was a beat of silence, then… "I know, sweetheart, and I'm going to do my best to see you get them all."
A thousand questions, a million doubts, fear and craving both gnawing at her gut. Indecision.
Dan eased Leigh to her feet, but his arms still held her close. They were at the threshold to her room and she'd never realized they'd been moving. He shifted and tossed his duffel into it. The bag landed with pinpoint accuracy at the foot of her queen-size bed, but Dan made no move to join it.
"Every journey begins with a single step, sweetheart. Every step you and I have made over these years has led us here, equals. Man and woman. Journeys are meant to be savored. They aren't a race."
Leigh slowly shook her head. "I…I don't know what that means."
Her palms rested on the mesas of his pecs. She could feel his heartbeat in sync with hers, his erection pounding with as much intensity as her clit.
Dan cupped her ass, rubbing circles briefly before girdling his hands around her waist. "Lead me in the direction you most want and need, and I'll take it from there. The decision must always be yours. Saying no won't drive me away…unless that's what you really want."
"Goldie's rule…when in doubt, retreat?"
He smiled and slid his hands to the sides of her breasts. "Yes. And don't forget, when all else fails, take a nap." His thumbs brushed over her breasts, calming and exciting her at the same time.
"Never miss an opportunity?"
"Never. Unless, of course, it's superseded by the when-in-doubt rule. But there's one more…" He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, then flicked his tongue around her ear. "Patience has its rewards."
Leigh bit her lower lip and arched her neck for more.
"I know you're scared." He nipped at her earlobe. "I am, too." Teeth gently scored down the tendon along her neck. "I know you want me and did even before you realized who I was. And, God knows, I want you." His tongue branded her collarbones, melding into a line of kisses right to her lips. He stopped there, a breath away from searing her mouth beneath his. "But consider this, Leigh… We haven't seen each other for over thirteen years. We could be strangers to each other and yet we fell into a rapport most couples would kill to have. You trust me, more than you trust someone you see every day. Trust me now, sweet Leigh. We take this step-by-step, but you have to show me the next step to take. Forward? Or back?"
Leigh shook inside. Her body was on fire. How could she take any steps at all when it meant leaving the comfort of his body wrapped around her? Unless…
She closed the gap between their lips, gliding her tongue over his. Dan's breath caught, then he deepened the kiss and tightened his arms around her. Her toes left the floor and Leigh slid her leg up. Dan grabbed it and pulled it to his hip, then yanked her skirt to her waist. Leigh rocked back and gasped at the feel of his cock nudging her pussy. Dan cradled her as he walked into the room.
He eased them to the mattress without breaking their hold. Leigh snapped her other leg around his hip and dug her heels into his ass. Dan pushed them more securely onto the bed, nudging his jeans-clad cock into the thin shield of her panty crotch. Leigh wiggled against him, driven by only one thing-her desperate need to orgasm.
Dan broke off the kiss. "That's it, baby. Come; come hard. Then I'm going to strip you bare and make you come all over again."
He dug his fingers into her ass, lifting her higher, rasping the denim right where she needed. She rocked with him, riding him now, feeling the rise, muscles tensing in anticipation…
"I want to see your beautiful body laid out for me. Want to suck your tits and bury my face in your hot, wet pussy. Feel you come around my fingers, around my dick."
Leigh pressed harder.
Dan's chuckle cut through the haze. "You don't like when I talk to you."
No, she didn't. It-
"It distracts you. You're focused on coming. Living a fantasy in your head, rather than what's here."
Truth bolted through Leigh. Shame made her try to crawl away. Dan kept her in place, grinding into her clit.
"I want that fantasy to include me. Everything we can be. Everything we will be. Think of me and you, me doing what you most desire. Making you come. Loving you the way no one ever has. Fucking you," he finished in a whisper.
He caught her wrists and pressed them to the mattress on either side of her head. Then he levered up and rode her to the peak. "Imagine how it'll feel when I'm inside you, baby. Hard, so hard. Like fire consuming us both."
"Oh God," she whimpered.
"Yes, baby," he whispered. "That's it. Come for me, only me."
Leigh clenched her thighs around him and shuddered with her release. He rode the wave with her, hard breaths matching hers.
She waited for his frantic fumble to undo his jeans and sink inside her. It never came. Instead, he unhooked her bra and captured her breasts, tweaking her now sensitive nipples until she whimpered a complaint. Then he unbuttoned her skirt. The zipper sliced down. Hot hands pushed the skirt down and her panties with it. Dan crawled down her body, following the descent of her clothing with kisses, tiny sucks, flashes of his tongue along her skin.
Leigh watched him stand, waiting for the first glimpse of skin. Dan peeled his shirt up and over his head. Her mouth watered for the chance to trace the well-defined planes of his smooth, tanned chest. His hard nipples made peaks for his brown areoles. Her gaze wandered to the trail of dark hair starting just below his navel. His fingers rested on the metal jeans button, as if he'd waited for her arrival to continue. Her eyes locked onto the huge ridge swelling his fly.
Dan pushed the button through its hole and eased the zipper down. A glimpse of white boxers peeked out, then he pushed jeans and boxers down. A good ten inches of thick, meaty cock surged to freedom. Leigh knew her eyes widened. She couldn't help it. What else could a woman do when the penis of her dreams appeared?
"In case you were wondering, we won't be having anal sex," she told him.
He grinned as he stepped out of his clothing. "Never say never, sweetheart. One step at a time."
She pushed up on her elbows. "Name one woman who let you put that glorious erection up her ass."
Dan grinned. "I don't kiss and tell, sweetheart."
The reassurance touched her heart.
He cupped his tight balls, then stroked his hand up the length of his cock, catching the pre-cum at the tip.