Chapter 16

The outer door to Daniel's apartment block clicked open before I had the chance to press the buzzer, and I guessed he had watched me arrive through the window. I hurried inside and rode up in the lift, eager to see him. When I got out on the third floor, I found him leaning against the door jamb of his apartment waiting for me. As I walked towards him, feelings I'd never had for anyone before bubbled up inside me, and I found I couldn't meet his gaze. I felt too exposed, as if he would read everything in my mind and my heart in my eyes.

I stepped past him into the apartment, pushed the door closed, and wrapped my arms around him. With my face in his neck, he couldn't see my expression and I relaxed.

"Are you okay?" He hugged me back and kissed my ear.

"Yeah, just a tough couple of days." I lifted my head and brought our lips together. When I slid my tongue into his mouth, I tasted coffee. I hummed with pleasure and ran my hands down his back, caressing every inch of him through the silky shirt he wore. He was hard and he pressed himself against me, rubbing his erection against mine through our clothes. I broke the kiss and grinned. "You are pleased to see me."

"Very. Do you want a drink or something?"

"Or something will do fine." I slipped a hand between us to unfasten his shirt. When I freed the last button, I stroked the warm skin underneath and pinched one of his nipples. He groaned and unbuttoned my suit jacket, then my shirt. I shrugged out of my jacket and reluctantly took my hands off him to remove my cufflinks. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. So, we were getting naked. He wasn't wasting any time.

I concentrated on him as I took off my shirt and toed off my shoes. He was breathing hard and his hands shook a little, betraying his nervousness. It wasn't enough to dampen his arousal, though. When he pushed his trousers and underwear down together, his erection bounced up against his belly.

I quickly rid myself of my last few items of clothing, leaving everything in a pile on the floor. Then I pulled Daniel against me and brushed my lips lightly over his, even though I wanted to dive in with my tongue right away. "Whatever you want is good for me," I murmured.

He returned my light kiss, then grinned against my mouth. "I want you to fuck me."

My dick jerked between us, indicating its approval. "Just let me know if anything changes. If you want me to stop, or—"

"I know." He stepped away, took my hand, and led me into his bedroom. We lay down together in the semi-darkness and again, Daniel pressed himself against me. The slight tremor running through his body told me he wasn't completely comfortable with this yet, and I realised I was nervous, too. I'd never worried about sex before—I'd just got down and done it—but I'd never loved anyone before either; never cared if I hurt them or made them anxious.

Daniel pressed his lips to mine again and I responded immediately, pushing my thoughts away. Our tongues met, and I deepened it, slipping mine into his mouth. He slid his arm around my neck and his leg over my hip, a muffled groan leaving him as his erection rubbed against my leg. I stroked his back, feeling the ridge of his spine, and soft warm skin. My fingers crept lower until I tentatively dipped them into the crack of his arse. He hummed with pleasure and bucked his hips, making his dick slide along my thigh. I stopped kissing him for a moment and his eyes opened, glinting in the dim light. My heart banged against my ribs as I rehearsed the words in my head. "I love you, Daniel."

He gasped and I realised I'd whispered them aloud. My face heated and I was glad of the darkness. "Davor—"

"You don't have to say anything," I added quickly. "I just want you to know I won't hurt you."

"I know that. I love you, too." He took a breath. "The lube's in the top drawer behind you. Condoms, too."

"Okay. I'm not rushing this." I opened the drawer and located the items, then put them on the mattress within reach. Then I kissed him again. By the time I came up for air, Daniel was grinding against me, the tip of his dick leaving a wet smear on my leg. I rolled him onto his back and kissed his collarbone, then the middle of his chest. He squirmed as I licked the hard nub of a nipple, then ran my tongue down to his navel. His erection bumped my chin.

"Fuck," he muttered.

I grinned, then sucked on the skin to the left if his navel and placed a trail of kisses over his hip. He groaned in frustration and reached for his erection with one hand. I grasped his wrist lightly and pushed it down to the mattress, then quickly let go. "Don't be so impatient. You'll get what you want."

He relaxed with a sigh and left his hand where I'd placed it. I resumed nibbling and licking my way down his thigh, then pushed his knees up and apart. His dick twitched against his stomach, and his balls tightened. I reached for the lube and slicked my palm. Then I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked firmly. He groaned and writhed, trying to thrust himself harder into my fist. I moved down the bed and stretched out between his thighs. When I ran my tongue along the ridge behind his balls, he jerked in surprise. I stroked him slowly as I explored with my tongue, eventually circling his anus and dipping in.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Davor—" His fists clenched at his sides.

"You okay?"

"Don't stop, fuck's sake," he muttered.

I went back to licking him, back and forth, around, in and out, while I steadily stroked his dick, not hard enough to make him come. My erection throbbed against the mattress beneath me, desperate for attention although I ignored it for the time being. I concentrated on giving Daniel as much pleasure as I could, until eventually he pushed at my hand and my head.

"Stop! Fuck, I'm going to come. Come up here."

I lifted myself up and kneeled between his thighs. "Tell me what you want."

"Put this on." He passed me a condom.

I tore open the packet and rolled it onto my erection, then slicked myself up with lube. I began to coat my fingers to prepare him, but he shook his head.

"You don't need to. I'm ready." He coughed and grinned. "I use a toy sometimes. A lot of the time."

I laughed in surprise. "You might have to show me that one day." I lined myself up and guided the tip of my dick to his entrance. Gradually, I slid in, an inch at a time, giving him time to adjust to me. He rolled his head back and pushed against me until I was buried balls deep, gripped tight in his heat. "Fuck, that feels good," I groaned.

I began to move, slowly, stroking his erection at the same time, and watching his face. His expression didn't change. He was relaxed, aroused, and enjoying everything I was doing. He kept his eyes open and I assumed he needed to see it was me, but eventually when his dick jerked in my hand and he clenched around me, he closed his eyes and lost himself in his orgasm. I came hard, then let my weight sink onto him, my face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and held on tight.

"You okay?" I whispered in his ear.

"I'm fine. I love you."

"Love you." I carefully slid out of him, disposed of the condom, and collapsed back onto the bed. Eventually, we moved enough to pull the quilt out from under us and cover ourselves with it. Then we drifted into sleep in each other's arms.