Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series.
I woke with that supreme content that can only be achieved by waking up with someone you love in your arms. That silky smooth warmth of Danielle's unobstructed skin felt magnificent. She was pressed lightly against me, curled up with her hands on my chest.
I pulled my head back ever so slightly to look at her. This wouldn't be the first time that she had spent the night in my bed, but this would be the first time she woke up naked. Would she blush? Would she tell me that last night was a mistake, that she didn't really love me? Would she hate me? All these raced through my head, and were all answered in short order.
"Good morning, Toby." She said, nuzzling my chest. Her lips were smiling.
"Good morning, Dani." This was the real test. Would she recoil in terror? Would she sit up and slap me?
"What did you call me?" She asked softly, the smile never leaving her lips.
"Dani." Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me.
"Mmm. You know you're the only one who gets to call me that, right?" She settled, pressing herself harder against me.
"So I take it you like it?"
"Yeah." She sighed. I nearly sighed. Relief flooded over me, allowing me to relax and soften to her closeness. "It's been a long time since I've heard it spoken like that."
"Like what?" I asked softly, stroking her hair.
"Warm and affectionate, like a substitute for 'Baby.'" Oh, believe me, I intend to use it like that. I intend to make it your new favorite word, so that when you hear it, you will know unequivocally that I love you.
She extricated herself from my arms to sit up and stretch. I thought it was bad when she stretched in clothing. No, seeing Danielle stretch naked was a whole different experience, one which would not be forgotten. She raised her arms above her head, arching her back and thrusting her chest out. Even from the back I could see her breasts sway slightly as she shuddered with vigor before falling back next to me on the bed.
I put my hand on her glorious stomach and just felt the magic of her skin beneath my fingers. She covered my hand with hers, telling me to keep it there. I was only too happy to oblige and propped myself up on one elbow to look down at her. A sudden surge of affection for this beautiful creature washed over me.
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you my virginity." She said, smiling sadly up at me.
"When did you lose it? I never saw you with any boyfriends."
"You know when I lost it." She said pointedly.
"You've never given yourself to someone?" I asked carefully.
"No. You've been the only other one." She squeezed my hand.
"Honey, if I'm the first man you've given yourself too, then I took your virginity." I explained.
"But my brother-" She started.
"Raped you. He only took; you never gave him anything, or your father for that matter." I smiled down at her in what I hoped would be a comforting and reassuring manner. I really don't want you to be sad right now.
"If you say so." She let a small smile stretch her lips. Just that small gesture of affection forced my lips gently to hers. I felt the hand not occupied with keeping mine in place snake up my neck to the back of my head. It was the deepest kiss I'd ever had to date.
"That was amazing." She whispered. Our lips were a hairsbreadth apart. I could feel her increased breathing beneath me. Was she turned on? I didn't know her body well enough yet to tell.
I kissed her again, sliding the hand on her stomach around her slim waist, cradling her head with the other. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight down on her.
This time, after the kiss broke, she buried her face in my neck, clinging to me.
"If my parents ever find out where I am, they're going to try and take me away." She said softly into my skin. I relaxed my grip ever so slightly to look her in the eye.
"Do you think I'm going to let that happen?" She looked at me uncertainly. "If they try and take you from me, I will wage a war the likes of which they have never seen." I rolled onto my side, rolling her with me. I took one of her hands in my own. "I promise."
She looked like she wanted to cry, but steeled herself. Was she crying because she was scared, or because she was moved? My ego would like to say that it was the latter, but I'm not so sure. If she said she felt safe with me and still felt scared, then things were very bad.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Come on, beautiful. Let's go take a shower." I pulled her out of bed behind me a led her to the bathroom.
This gave me my first look at her completely naked. My jaw fell to the floor. Or at least, it would have, if it hadn't bounced off my cock first. She was still looking sad and a little helpless, which only served to incite my male protective complex.
Quickly setting the water, I pulled her into the warm spray. She rested against me, trapping my aforementioned erection between us.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She asked, cheek against my chest.
"Yes." She looked up at me. "The most beautiful girl in the world." I kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. Big mistake. Holding her wet, naked body tightly to mine pressed our stomachs tighter around my bulging cock. What was supposed to be a tender and bonding moment, turned into aroused agony for me. I couldn't help but groan.