Loving Mr. Daniels (22 page)

“Dance break,” he instructed, pulling me up from my sadness.

“Daniel,” I whined, but I never declined a dance break. It was a few weeks ago that I told him how much I love dancing.

“Come on. Move it,” he said, shaking his hips and pushing out his lips. He looked like a freaking clown, and I fell for him that much more. I held my hands up in the air and slowly started moving back and forth. He reached for one of my arms and spun me around in a circle, pulling me closer to him. “Tell me her happiest fact.”

I smiled as we danced across the living room together. “Bentley Graves.”

“Tell me her silliest fact,” he said.

I bit my bottom lip in thought. “She loved to eat peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. When we were kids, she set up a business outside trying to sale lemonade and PB&P sandwiches. Needless to say, she didn’t become rich from that venture.”

He scrunched up his nose. “Have you ever tried one?”

“Ew, no. Gabby was the weird one, not me.”

“I beg to differ. You eat cereal with marshmallows. You’re a freak.” His finger brushed against my nose and he disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he had pickles, bread, and peanut butter.

“No,” I sternly stated.

He arched an eyebrow. “Bucket list. Try something new.”

I sighed, knowing that trying something new was on the list. But did it have to be so disgusting?

We each made a sandwich and took a bite. It was as disgusting as we both figured it would be, but at the same time it was the best sandwich of my life because it was a part of Gabby that I was able to share with Daniel.

“I get what you were doing,” I said, putting down my pickle sandwich. “Dancing with me.”

He smiled and shrugged. “Sometimes when you miss a person, you can only focus on how sad you feel that they are gone. Other times, it’s best to focus on the memories that bring you joy and laughter.”

I grinned down to my sandwich and added more peanut butter. “You’re a very great teacher.”

“You’re a very smart student.” He wiped his finger in the peanut butter and spread it against my neck.

“Daniel,” I whispered as he tongue danced across my skin, licking up the peanut butter. He breathed against me, sending chills throughout my entire being.

“Yes?”

“Teach me some more.”

His eyes met mine. I ran my fingers against his mouth. His eyes smirked as he lifted me up into his arms and took me to his bedroom for our next lesson plan.

“Don’t…stop…” I breathed heavily, begging as I lay in Daniel’s bed, “…reading… Don’t stop reading.”

My eyes were closed and I’d taken off my oversized sweatshirt, leaving me only in my white tank top and tight jeans. He hovered over me, shirtless. My fingers ran up and down his toned chest, feeling him inhale and exhale each and every time.

His left hand held up his body as his right held an open book. He smirked as he read me the next line from
Much Ado About Nothing
. “‘
She’s but the sign and semblance of her honor.’
” His voice was rigid and rough with every word he spoke, sending me into a wave of desire. “'
Behold how like a maid she blushes here.’
” He gently pecked my ear. “‘
O, what authority and show of truth’
”—he kissed my neck—“
‘can cunning sin…’
” He placed the softest lips to the curves of my breasts. My hips voluntarily arched toward his, wanting nothing more than to feel him against me. He pulled down the straps of my tank top and outlined my bra with his tongue. “‘…
cover itself withal
.’”

My hands moved to the belt loops of his slacks and I pulled him down lower to me, pressing my body against his. I felt him against my jeans, making me well aware that reading was his biggest turn-on, too.

“Daniel,” I softly spoke.

“Yes?” He buried his face into my chest, into me.

My voice was shaky, unsteady from my apparent desires. “Close the book.” It only took a moment for me to hear the book slam shut. When I opened my eyes, his stare was intense; his pupils were dilated and dreamy. I kissed his chin, feeling my heart rate increase. “I want you…” He sat up a bit and moved his hands to the hem of my shirt. Pulling it up slow, he glided his mouth to my belly button, kissing me all over as my thighs longed for more attention. “Please, Daniel…”

“You’re perfect,” he sighed against my skin. “We’ll start slow.” He slid my tank top over my head and tossed it to the side of the room. He placed his hand over my chest and felt my heart beating for him.
Only for him
.

I sat up a little on my elbows and wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him down to my lips. He pressed his mouth against mine, and I moaned his name softly as he took my breath away. Then he filled me back up, giving me life, giving me meaning, giving me him. I was shocked by his ability to awaken my spirit each and every time we were near one another. He was discovering all of my weaknesses and making them strong.

I slid my hand toward his zipper and unbuttoned his jeans, and as my fingers swept across him, he rewarded me with a soft groan. He wrangled them off completely, and I traced the waist of his boxers. A deep-rooted growl left his throat and I loved the sound. I cherished that I’d done that to him. He unzipped my jeans and helped me wiggle out of them, which wasn’t the easiest task. He laughed at the way they took a while to slide off me. I laughed because I’d never felt so comfortable unclothed in front of anyone.

“We’re not going to have sex, Ashlyn,” he warned.

I grimaced at the thought because he worked me up more than anyone ever had. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted him inside me.

“I’m not scared, Daniel. I promise.”

“I know. But I want to take my time with you, with us. Besides…” His fingers glided against the cotton fabric of my panties.
Ohmygosh!
My mouth opened to catch the air he had driven out of my body. “There’s so much more we can do besides sex.” His head lowered down between my thighs, and I closed my eyes as my stomach filled with nerves.

I’d never had anyone down there before. Billy had never pleasured me in any way whatsoever. It had always been about him, his wants, his needs. But Daniel was different in every way possible. He wanted me to feel good. He wanted me to be pleasured. He wanted me.

Feeling his hot breaths against my skin was sending me into a different world.

“I’m going to kiss you, Ashlyn,” he whispered.

My fingers dug into the sheets surrounding me and his kisses stayed low. I felt his wet lips press against the edge of my panties before his fingers wrapped around them and started lowering them more and more.

“Dan…” I muttered in a low tone, unable to complete his full name. My hips arched in his direction, asking him for more, for so much more. The kisses didn’t stop, and my moans didn’t cease.

Each inch he lowered my panties, I received a warm kiss, followed by his tongue running up and down, then another kiss, and then a long, hungry lick once he reached my core.

“Daniel,” I moaned, louder this time, knowing that everything I’d ever wanted was with me now. He licked me deeper, harder, with more love.

I was on the edge of heaven, about to give him all of me. My body was trembling, my hips rocking against his mouth more and more. He spread my legs wider.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as I dug my fingers into the sheets. “So perfect.”

I buried my head into a pillow, gasping as his fingers found their way to me, rubbing me, finding a perfect rhyme with his tongue. He inhaled when I did, and I exhaled with him.

As he picked up speed, my breaths became heavier, hungrier for all of him. I ran my fingers in his hair, tugging on it gently. One smaller kiss from Daniel was all it took to carry me over, making my body rocket into space, leaving me panting with him lying against me. I knew now that I’d never experienced pleasure in that form—or any form—before he’d come into my life. Daniel brought me another first. My first ever orgasm.

My panting was heavy, and he moved up to me, kissing my neck. “Thank you,” he sighed against me, wrapping me in his hold. “Thank you for trusting me.”

We lay there for what felt like eternity. I felt hot and tired, but not too tired.

“Daniel,” I whispered, running my fingers up and down his spine.

He bit his mouth against my shoulder, making me sigh. “Hmm?

“Can you do that again?”

Don’t be jealous, it bleeds out red.

Trust your heart inside of your head.

~ Romeo’s Quest

I knew it was stupid, and I knew it shouldn’t bother me, but it did. Jake was coming onto Ashlyn more and more each day at school.  Walking past Ashlyn’s locker, where Jake was hovering over her, I paused close enough so I could listen in.  I felt like such a dumbass, thumbing through my paperwork, acting as if I were busy.

“So I was thinking… The school dance is coming up before Thanksgiving break and I was wondering…” Jake’s voice cracked from nerves and he gave Ashlyn a smile. “Maybe we can go together?”

Ashlyn glanced toward me and held her book closer to her chest. She frowned toward Jake and turned him down. The bell rang, and he wore his disappointment on his face, mostly in his eyes.

A couple walked by, laughing and holding hands, and Ashlyn’s eyes stayed glued to their hold. A knot formed in my stomach. I knew she thought I didn’t notice, but I did. She looked at the couples walking hand in hand at school with such envy. All signs of public displays of affection never went unnoticed by her. She longed to hold my hand in the light, not only in the shadows.

When third hour came and went, I asked her to stay after for a minute so I could talk to her. Her eyes looked hooded; she seemed tired.

“You can go, you know—to the dance with Jake.”

“No, I’m good,” she lied, cradling her books.

“But you love to dance,” I said.

“With
you
. I love to dance with you, Daniel.”

“You’re disappointed.”

Her head dropped and she nodded slowly. “It’s just—your hands are right here. My hands are right here. And we’re not allowed to touch.”

My pinky wrapped around hers and I felt a sigh shake through her body.

“I’m sorry, Ashlyn.”

“Not your fault. Just our lives, I guess.”

My throat tightened. “If you want out, just say it. I promise you it’s fine.”

Her eyes widened and glassed over. “I don’t. I want this, Daniel. I’m just having an off day. That’s all.”

I heard what she was saying, but I knew she had to miss the things normal couples did. Dinner dates. Movies. Weekend getaways.

“Romeo’s Quest is performing at Joe’s bar again soon…” I said, getting lost in her green eyes. “You should come.”

Her smile widened and I saw her eyes light up, too. “You mean, go out somewhere other than the lake house?” She paused and giggled. “Don’t get me wrong. it’s a nice lake house and all, but it’s just—”

I cut her off. My finger was still wrapped around her pinky and I nudged my classroom door closed slightly. Taking her hand fully into mine I pulled her closer and my lips took hers in. I kissed her quick but deep. She nuzzled on my bottom lip and kissed me back harder as the bell rang for fourth hour to start.