Danny laughs. “Sometimes I don’t know which way is up when I’m with you.”
“That’s how I like it. So are you going to tell me how much it costs?”
I pull back from Danny in shock, I can’t believe a car could sell for so much money and I can’t believe what he has saved. My shock deepens when I hear the price of the house, but once he explains that his inheritance from his grandparents’ house will pay for almost half and he can more than cover the rest, I begin to relax. It will take some time for me to be fully at ease with a free ride, but he makes a compelling argument. Even after forking out for his ambitious furnishing plans, he will still have savings, which makes me feel better. All he wants is to make us a comfortable home and this will definitely be that.
“There’s no chain, it could be ours in a few weeks.” He nuzzles into my neck, inhaling deeply, then his lips make contact with the sensitive skin there. I begin to wonder if he wants to get started on the baby thing right away. “I need to come off the pill,” I say, suddenly realising it was out loud.
He nods, not breaking contact with his lips as his fingers travel up my leg. I exhale when his tongue runs over my earlobe, rolling my head backwards. I manage to suppress my moan, remembering where we are.
“Danny…please.” Although even I can’t tell if I’m asking him to cut out it because we are at work or for the love of God take me right here.
He fortunately interprets the former and reluctantly withdraws his exploring mouth. Inhaling, then exhaling deeply to gain his composure, Danny seems to come back to earth. I go to stand up, but he grabs me back. “Give me a minute,” he murmurs, then I feel the full extent of his arousal press against me.
“Oh!” I giggle, “Okay.”
“It’s your fault.”
“How?”
“Apart from being the most beautiful girl a lucky bastard like me has ever seen you mean?” He grins. “You’re going to stop taking the pill.”
“And that’s sexy, how?”
A lascivious look flashes across his face. “You’re going to let me get you pregnant. Everything about that is sexy.”
I shake my head in amusement, as I notice Max approaching us.
“Am I interrupting?” he asks, sitting before we answer. “You two look pleased with yourselves.”
I catch Danny flashing him a look that says ‘she went for it’. Max laughs when they realise I’ve rumbled them. “Am I always the last to know everything?” I moan.
“Charlie told me about the house,” Danny clarifies. “It wasn’t a conspiracy.”
Chuckling, Max leans over to squeeze my knee. “So are we going to be neighbours?”
“Yeah,” I laugh, “so we’ll need the number of your cleaning lady!”
Max’s face falls and he shoots daggers at Danny.
“Sorry man, it just sipped out!”
“Great, thanks.” Max Laughs.
“Oh come on. I’ve lived with you remember. I didn’t think YOU kept that place in order. I thought you had Charlie well trained!” I joke. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Charming!” Max says, standing. “I’m not hanging around here to be insulted by you. I’ll leave you to your little moment.”
As Max walks away, I turn back to Danny. “Now where were we?”
“I think we should save that for later,” he says regretfully.
I raise my eyebrows. “Or we could just take it somewhere more private.”
I groan as Danny presses into me. His hands planted on the floor either side of my head. We almost made it to the bedroom, but lust overcame us just inside the front door.
“Oh!” I gasp as his mouth closes over my nipple, just as his full length fills me once more. I run my hands over his back, scratching slightly with my nails. One of my arms is still in the sleeve of my top. My bra is yanked down to reveal my eager breasts and my jeans still cling to an ankle. Danny’s are merely pushed down to his thighs in our hurry, although I did manage to rip off his t-shirt.
The soft bare skin against me reminds me of our purpose. I know I’m not going to get pregnant today, I’ve already taken my pill this morning, but it’s symbolic of our decision. His flesh naked inside me feels more poignant than ever before and my senses seem heightened to the feel of him.
Danny is different as well. He seems to possess me as he stakes his claim on my body. Moving above me with such a purpose, he whispers, “God, yes.” He drops to one elbow beside me, deepening our connection and offering me the friction I crave. Once his weight is supported, his other hand strokes through my hair, grasping through it to bring my face close to his. Our lips brush and we share ragged breaths as his thrusts become sharper, deeper.
I choke out a fresh moan, certain that I’m seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm and Danny’s lips press against mine. Our staccato breaths are more pronounced as our tongues complete our total connection to one another and Danny’s muted cries come, unusually for him, with every stoke.
I always find it hard not being vocal while Danny makes love to me, but the intensity of this experience and the sounds Danny is making against my lips make it worse than usual. I would be screaming if I wasn’t under the expert control of his tongue. However, the strangled sounds and the heavy, sharp breaths, sound almost animal and it’s enough to send me spiralling as he drives into me one last, wonderful time.
He breaks contact with my lips to free his final sounds. “Liv…God…I love you.”
“I love you too.” I gasp, fighting for air as my climax grips me. “I love you…I love you…I love you.” I whisper again and again, coming back to earth.
Danny showers my face with gentle kisses until he finally settles once more on my lips. They willingly part, inviting him in as I wrap my arms around him.
Once sanity has returned, I lift my hand to brush moisture from my forehead and giggle at the sight of my clothes hanging off my arm. “Look at us!”
Danny has a cursory glance and drops his head onto my chest, laughing. “What did you expect? I’ve dreamed of doing this for…ever.”
“You know I’m not actually going to get pregnant today don’t you?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to practice.”
Danny is stood by the window in the living room wearing only his jeans. I stare at his immaculate body while I listen to his conversation. He’s telling Jen about the house and I smile fondly at his enthusiasm. His smile fades slightly and I wonder why. His voice lowers as he rubs his forehead and then rolls his head to relieve the tension in his neck. Whatever it is they’re discussing is making him stressed and I want to go over to him and ease his discomfort with my thumbs. But I feel like I would be intruding.
I wander back into the bedroom, pick up a hair elastic and sweep my damp hair up in a ponytail. Finding a fresh shirt in the wardrobe, I pull it on and reapply my eye makeup. It’s going to be so obvious that we just came up here for a quickie!
Picking up our towels from the floor, I drop them into the laundry basket. Then I notice the contents of the bin beside it. Obviously, while Danny was dressing, he decided to trash my pills, they’re in the bin, along with the other two months’ supply from my bedside drawer. I grin stupidly. I love it when he calls the shots! Then I cringe at what I’ve become. Oh well, I guess this is happiness.
Danny’s warm arms slip around me, his lips press into my shoulder. He peers over my shoulder into the bin. "I didn't think you'd need them anymore.”
I simply smile and turn slightly to kiss his tattooed shoulder. Unable to resist, I sink my teeth slightly into his skin. Danny sucks in a sharp breath at the contact. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s go back to work.” His voice is strained and I can tell it’s a struggle not to start undressing me again. He forces himself away from me and shoves a work t-shirt over his head.