The sex party continues. Dana makes some new friends with benefits.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Dana walked with him into the empty room, hips brushing as they walked, his hand sliding around from the small of her back to her side to keep her close. She smiled at that, pleased by the gesture. She put her arm around his waist as well. The heating unit beneath the window was roaring gently, keeping the room warm enough to be comfortable for naked people.
They stopped at the foot of the bed near the window.
He turned to face her, his hands on her waist. They were warm against her skin. "Here we are," he said. He was a head taller than Dana.
"Yes," Dana agreed, nodding.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?"
Dana grinned at him. "I'd mind if you
only
kissed me."
He answered her grin with one of his own. "Well, then," he said, and leaned in to kiss her.
Dana rose onto her toes to meet him halfway. His lips were soft, his tongue agile and assertive. The kiss lingered. She snaked an arm around his waist to pull him closer, her other hand reaching up to play with his short hair. She was thrilled to be kissing him, and anticipated getting much closer, and soon.
His arms enveloped her, pulling her even closer, tight against his body. He felt solid and warm and the lump pressing into her belly was promising. One of his hands brushed the band of her bra, fingers exploring the material.
"Nice try," Dana whispered, smiling, her lips brushing his. "It's in the front."
"My mistake," he replied through the ongoing kiss.
He broke the kiss and leaned back, opening a little space between them. Dana studied his face, struck still by just how sexy he looked. She watched his gaze drop to her breasts. "So it is," he remarked mildly.
He unclasped her bra and brushed the cups aside to bare her breasts. Dana's nipples were rigid with arousal, and she ached to feel his hands on them. He made an approving noise. "You've got great tits."
Dana grinned, unreasonably pleased by his words. "Thanks," she said. "I grew 'em myself."
He laughed and fondled her breasts. His touch was firm, not tentative, and Dana liked the feel of his hands on them. She arched her back, urging him to give them more attention, which he did. "Beautiful," he said, and leaned down to kiss each nipple before suckling on them. His lips and tongue sent chills down her spine, and made her wonder what it would feel like when he ate her out.
He straightened up again, his gaze caressing her all over. He ran a fingertip over her biceps. "Those tits aren't the only thing you've grown yourself," he remarked. "You work out."
Dana grinned again and nodded. "Three times a week," she said, her voice a little rough. She felt overwhelmed, thrilled that he could see the results of the work she'd put in, and that he appreciated it. It occurred to her that he had never seen Skinny Dana. He'd never seen the shy, skinny girl dressed in baggy t-shirts and jeans.
He only knew Athletic Dana,
Sexy
Dana. The half-naked girl who worked out regularly, and was slender but not skinny, with defined muscles and curves she'd never had before. He'd seen her across the room and he'd wanted her.
She felt
hot
. Smoking hot. Seeing herself—if only in her imagination—through his eyes turned her on immensely, and she wanted to throw him down on the bed and
fuck
him.
"I can tell," he said, unaware of the firestorm of lust Dana was experiencing. "You look good. Hot."
"Thanks," Dana said, expecting to feel her face warm when she blushed, but she didn't. "You're awfully hot yourself," she replied. She reached up to place her hands on his chest and brush the open shirt off of his shoulders. He dropped his hands to let the shirt slide to the floor.
He was athletic, muscular but not hugely muscled. His stomach, when she ran a hand down from his chest, didn't have a visible six-pack, but she could feel it beneath her fingers. Dana looked up into his face, letting all the heat she felt inside show in her gaze. "I'm not the only one who's been working out," she said.
She stepped forward, pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a fierce kiss. She could feel his hard cock jab into her belly, additional proof (as if she needed any) of his desire. She smiled through the kiss and ground her hips against him.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, lips crushed against hers.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her even closer. "You're playing with fire, beautiful," he growled.
Dana laughed. "I hope so," she said, breaking the kiss to lean back and study his face. He looked aroused and a little breathless, just the way she felt.
He released her buttocks and a moment later she felt a tug on the sarong around her hips. It slipped free and dropped to the floor leaving Dana completely naked. He took a step back, Dana releasing him reluctantly, so he could look her over from top to bottom. He seemed to like what he saw.
"Wow," he said. And then, "my turn."
He pushed his boxers down to his knees, then stepped out of them, leaving him completely nude as well. His cock was fully erect, about average in length and girth, curving slightly to one side. He was circumcised and his pubic hair was a match for Dana's own, thick and untamed.
"Wow," Dana said, echoing his words.
"Why don't you lie down?" he asked her.
He didn't have to ask twice. Dana climbed hastily onto the bed and sprawled in the middle of the mattress, grinning with giddy excitement. He was gorgeous, sexy, and knowing that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him was thrilling. Dana thought again about how he'd never known her before seeing her tonight; he knew only the athletic, sexy woman he'd met at an orgy.
It made her feel incredibly sexy, and made the encounter so much hotter for her. She wanted him very badly. The familiar empty ache to be filled consumed her, and she was practically dripping. She wanted him on top of her, inside her, and she was going to get her wish very, very soon.
Moments later he loomed above her on his knees and elbows, their bodies pressed together from thighs to breast. His mouth found hers once more, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth aggressively, before moving on to her cheeks, her ears and neck. Her nipples brushed his chest every time they moved, and his cock was hard and hot against her belly.
Dana kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him, and her legs. She rocked her hips, grinding his cock between their bodies. She slid her hands down his back to grasp his buttocks and pull him hard against her. The low moan of desire she heard made her laugh.
"You think that's funny, do you?" he asked, his lips brushing hers.
"Maybe," Dana replied, feeling bratty.
He lifted his head to glance around.
"What?" Dana asked, glancing around as well. Was something wrong?
"I need a rubber," he said, shifting his weight to reach for a bowl on the bedside table. She'd seen it earlier but paid it no attention. It held a variety of condoms.
"No," Dana said. "You don't."
He paused and looked at Dana seriously. "No?"
She shook her head. "No, not unless
you
want one."
"No," he replied. "I'm good if you are."
"I'm good."
He grinned. "I'll bet you are." He pushed himself up onto his elbow and knees, opening a little space between them, to line himself up—as Dana reached down to wrap a hand around his cock.
"Ohhh fuck," he muttered, eyes fluttering as he reacted to her touch.
He was long and hot and hard and she felt butterflies take flight in her belly even as she felt that hollow, gnawing hunger renew itself between her legs. The moment she'd anticipated was at hand. She rubbed the head of his cock between her labia. She was wet, open and eager, and it took only a moment to lube him up.
Dana guided the head of his cock a little deeper, until he was firmly lodged in place. She met his gaze again. "Now," she whispered.
And oh fuck oh god, but it felt good when he penetrated her. He held her gaze as he sank deeper a fraction of an inch at a time, until he was buried to the hilt between her legs. He sighed happily, and adjusted his position a little, never looking away. "God, that feels good," he said.
"It really does," Dana agreed.
She lay with legs spread wide and bent, cradling him between them. She rested one hand on the back of his head, fingers toying with his short hair. Her other hand rested on the small of his back, where she could feel the muscles working as he began to fuck her slowly.
They looked into one another's eyes as he fucked her. It felt very intimate, seeing the arousal and the pleasure he was feeling in the expressions he made, and knowing that he could see the same in her face. She was grinning like a fool, utterly content with the pleasure she felt, wishing it could go on forever. The orgasm she felt building would be amazing. The first of many, she was certain, but even if she didn't come, fucking—
being fucked—
was something she'd never get enough of.
He lowered his head and kissed Dana again, a long, tongue-tangling kiss that left her a little breathless. Or maybe it was the gathering tension.
Their lips parted, and he pushed himself up to arm's length now, his gaze shifting from her face to her breasts bouncing gently with every thrust of his hips, down to where they were joined at the hips, then back up to meet her eyes again. He didn't say anything, but now Dana felt her face warm a little, both embarrassed by and thrilled by the knowledge of how hot he found her.
Then he turned his head, gaze shifting away for a moment, before he looked at her again.
"Do you hear that?" he asked.
It took Dana a moment to focus on his words, caught up as she was in the rising tide of pleasure. She listened for a moment, but heard nothing unusual. "What?"
