"Are you getting enough?" Lacey asked seriously, eyes heavy as she continued the task at hand.
"What of I said no?" Danny's jaw hung as Lacey skillfully rode her man.
"I can come by in the mornings too if you need it—" She offered, hips moving in waves.
Danny nodded, "Probably for the best."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
They kissed like sloppy fish, their need for oxygen overpowering their desire to smash their faces together.
Danny was sitting in his desk chair, legs spread wide. Lacey was facing him, her long legs mirroring his out the back of the chair. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and held onto him for leverage as she rode him, his stiff cock buried deep inside of her.
She was in charge of this, Danny lovingly supporting her efforts with a reciprocal hug. Lacey loved the way he felt inside of her. She kept him in deep, not bouncing, more like rowing against him.
Danny was a mess, again in awe at how different Lacey was from all the people who had ever done this particular deed with him in the past. He was lying about not having enough sex, Lacey was plenty—but if saying no meant fucking her even more, then no it was.
Lacey whimpered softly into Danny's neck, he knew she was way closer then he was. He unwrapped his arms from their hug and slid them down to Lacey's perfect ass. He curled his fingers around each cheek and lifted them up, squeezing them gently.
With her ass lifted, she now had more clearance to take him even deeper. The assistance also tilted her hips forward, clit now smashed against his body as she took him to the hilt.
"Surprise." Danny whispered against her mouth as Lacey acclimated to an even longer Desai dick and full contact stimulation.
"Ohh, that's—That's fucking it—" She nodded.
Lacey melted against Danny's chest as she came, her gush of renewed wetness fueling his need to tear her shit up further. He stood and walked her to the bed, laying her down gently and crawling up to straddle her chest.
Lacey had never had a guy sit on her like that, but she was in too much bliss to worry about what he was looking for. Danny pitched his hips forward and pushed his cock into Lacey's mouth. That was definitely not expected, but, she did know how much he liked blow jobs so she just went with it.
"You're so good at that—" Danny said, Lacey not actually doing anything at all.
He took over and just fucked her mouth, bypassing any help from her. He reached down and cradled her head with both hands, crawling closer so he could gently shove himself further down her throat.
Once Danny was fluffed back up, he pulled himself back, making sure to thank her with some deep kisses, "God yes, thank you—"
Lacey smiled through their kiss, "Any time."
"My turn now." Danny's eyes dropped to soak in Lacey's gorgeous nude body, damn he was lucky, "Up."
Lacey rolled up onto her hands and knees, taking cues from Danny to drop her shoulders lower.
"Can I look for another spot?" Danny asked her hopefully, sinking his teeth in to bite her ass playfully.
"Like the one you found the other day?"
Danny's eyes grew darker, his brow dropping and increasing his intensity, "Better." He insisted.
"Yes please—"
Danny put one of his knees up, planting that foot on the bed, leaving his other knee down. He pushed into Lacey, grabbing her waist and arching her back in a way she had never been positioned before.
Lacey knew she'd learn a lot from Danny, but every time they were together the main things that he exuded over all else were love and respect. Maybe he knew more about the mechanics, but he always made her feel like she was his equal. Equal not because he created that feeling for her, but because it was the truth and Danny embraced it.
Danny didn't fancy labels, but their connection over the last two weeks had been something unique. Lacey trusted this man, they were partners and she never had a partnership come close to being as deep as this one.
"Shoulders lower." Danny asked softly, pushing his hand along the slope of her spine, "Yeah—like that."
Danny was still searching for this elusive spot, micro adjusting her and trying not to be too annoying about it. He knocked at the inside of her thighs, silently requesting she open her hips up more. As Danny pushed forward again, he found it.
"Oh shit—" Lacey muffled into the mattress below.
Danny held her hips gently and went after it. Lacey could feel something just out of reach, something big. While she was aware orgasms of different intensities existed from simply knowing her own body, the spots Danny sought after had not been ones that Lacey had found for herself yet.
Danny knew this too and wanted to make sure that Lacey was comfortable with him being the one to cultivate the spot to begin with. Who knows? Maybe Lacey wanted that experience for herself, or to save it up for another time with someone else.
"Okay?" He asked, not stopping his mission, but ready to change it up if she said so.
"Don't stop, don't stop—"
She started throwing it back, the two of them working to get Danny's cock to keep hitting that same place inside of her. They got a perfect counter-rhythm going, effortless enough that Danny felt comfortable giving Lacey's ass a slap, something she had revealed she liked to have done.
"Fuck—" Lacey's hips stuttered a bit, Danny's strong hands right there to steady her and keep them on track.
Danny never felt comfortable striking any of his partners, that one slap was all he was willing to give her for now. He reached around for Lacey's clit, rubbing to at least awaken her nerves, prime her body to accept the gift he was about to give her using her own body.
"Ready?" Danny asked, unable to hide his slightly cocky smile.
Lacey just grunted, his hips constantly jarring her words at this point, her building orgasm too intense to digest into coherent verbal anything. Danny's hips picked up their pace out of nowhere, slamming into her newfound spot over and over.
Suddenly, she was there, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, the other squeezing the fabric of the sheet hard enough that she had inadvertently pulled it off the corner of the mattress below.
"Danny!" Lacey shrieked, her declaration followed up by her signature silence as she peaked and crested into the void of white-hot satisfaction.
Something about the combination of getting Lacey to shout his name in advance of her classic orgasm response confirmed for Danny that he had just blown her mind. Nothing got him off faster than that.
Lacey could no longer balance on her jellified knees and slid them down so she was resting flat on her belly. Danny continued working her, massaging her buns and staying relatively shallow inside of her as he prepared for phase two.
He squirmed a hand under Lacey's hip, down to her clit and began rubbing her in firm circles. He leaned his weight into his hips and laid his upper body along her back, nestling his face next to her ear. Danny couldn't quite get the right friction and asked for help before he lost the momentum he knew her body still had charged inside.
"Grind against my hand." He asked sweetly. Lacey responded and began grinding her swollen clit down onto his hand, "Keep going, just like that—"
Danny's hips began to lose their rhythm and he buried his face into the space of her neck, his warm, thankful pants in her ear sending her back to where she had just been.
"I'm—"
"Fuck yes, Lace. Oh my god, you're so beautiful—" Danny said tenderly as he watched Lacey's silence creep back across her face.
He came then, lazy and deep inside of her. He nodded his face against hers, eyes no longer black with lust, but clear and bright with admiration for the woman beside him.
"Sex with you—" He shook his head as if no words were fit to describe their union, "I always want it to be you."
Lacey leaned up onto her side and wrapped herself around Danny like a sloth, "It's me."
They both melted into Danny's comfy bed and drifted off for a nap after their workout.
Lacey woke up first, freezing cold and feeling sore and sticky. She was still wrapped around Danny, his arms lying loosely around her as well. She watched him sleep for a few moments, secretly studying him while she could. He was content, peaceful. Danny was easily the most attractive person she had ever seen.
Lacey couldn't help but smile, finally sliding away from Danny's warm body and hobbling into his bathroom to clean herself up. Danny groaned a little and rolled over, curling the blanket in around him.
After a quick shower she slipped back into Danny's room only to find him sitting up guzzling water and flipping through some sports channels on his tv. Lacey sat on the edge of his bed and accepted the bottle of water he offered her.
"Hi." He smiled.
"Hi." She giggled and shoulder checked him, "Good game."
Danny giggled back, "Yeah? Good, I'm glad—" He nodded.
Danny stood and stretched, now wearing shorts. He twisted from side to side and then worked to stretch out his legs.
"Hey, so listen, I was only joking earlier about not having enough sex—" Danny said, eyes on the tv, "What about you? Are you getting enough?"
"I like what I'm getting right now."
"Me too. I only said that because you decided to ask me while your perfect body was on my dick. That was a cheap shot." Danny said as he sat down next to her, "I definitely don't want you getting up early to come visit me in the mornings, nobody's got time for that shit."
Lacey sighed with a bit of relief, "You're right about that. I am worried about our schedules though."
Lacey looked down at her water bottle. This was a conversation she knew they had to have, something they had ignored completely before this moment.
Next week was the start of Danny's away schedule for football. He'd be on a bus somewhere for two weeks with the rest of the teams, spirit squad included. It was the one thing she worried about since they began this little arrangement. The little arrangement suddenly turning into something way bigger for her.
"Our schedules, or my schedule?" He was feeling the same way.
"I don't want to be the jealous girlfriend, Danny. I know that's not something you want—"
"You're right, it's not. Lacey, look, I'm in this with you, okay? I mean, you were here a couple hours ago, right?" Danny pointed behind them, "On that bed?" He pointed to his desk, "Riding me in that chair—" His dick twitched as he remembered it too.
"Yes."
"I can go the two weeks as long as I know you're going through the same shit as me and that we'll be back at it when I come back here. Are you in this too, or do you want to take a break?"
"I'm in it."
"Okay then." Danny kissed her, both of their respective crotches aching with renewed interest.
Lacey pulled back, "It's late, I really need to head back." She said reluctantly.
Danny exhaled and pressed their foreheads together, "Okay. You're welcome to stay—" He wasn't going to push her.
"I really can't."
"I'll see you in two weeks then."
"Two weeks."