When he kisses her, it's soft, a tentative plundering of her warmth. He thinks she might be holding her breath, as still as she is against him. But as he begins to pull away, sure that he's made a mistake, she shudders, pulling in a ragged gulp of air. Looking at her, he wills the question caught in his throat to break free. Nothing comes.
But she's perceptive, a shy smile quirking at her lips as she nods. It's all the encouragement he needs, one arm curling around her and hauling her close as his free hand finds her face.
This time his lips are firm, and she responds in kind, igniting like so much kindling under a freshly struck match. Her hands clutch desperately at him, one fisted in his shirt while the other reaches down between them to explore the extent of his arousal. The change in pace elicits a poorly concealed groan from Danny, his reaction becoming something undeniable pressed against her thigh.
Between them they generate enough warmth to heat an entire house, and the cocoon of blankets quickly becomes suffocating. Danny unceremoniously tosses the bedding aside before shedding his own suddenly oppressive tshirt.
Stopping to catch his breath, he looks down at her as she scrambles out of her borrowed clothing. The nearly hysterical urge to laugh zips through him, assessing the situation. He feels like he's traveled back in time, a giddy teenager clandestinely making love to his girlfriend while his father sleeps across the hall. It's not a rite of passage he ever imagined trying to recreate.
His amusement fades the moment she stops struggling with the shirt, whipping the well worn garment over her head and into the floor. Her hair crackles with electricity, and Danny can even see the tiny blue sparks in the darkness. He has the sudden urge to pinch himself in case it's some kind of dream, the moonlight doing strange things to her skin. She's like onyx laid out before him, glowing in the ghostly beams, every curve illuminated in stark detail.
Desire revs to life inside of him, threatening to take him over completely as he reaches for her, pulling her up from the mattress. They're both on their knees, thighs bumping as they frantically invade each other's space, thumbs hooking under the elastic bands of two matching pairs of boxers. The garments slide down easily, Mindy kicking hers off the edge of the bed before pouncing on him once again.
Pressing him firmly down into the mattress, Mindy straddles his waist. The delicately soft skin of her inner thighs brushing against his hips is torturous. There's nothing Danny wants more than to plunge heedlessly into the wet heat hovering so closely, but he holds her back just long enough to ask, "You're sure?"
Her ravenous expression softens briefly, and she leans forward to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "Yes."
It's all he needs to hear, threading his fingers through the hair falling freely around her shoulders. He wants to look at her one more time like this, eyes wide, lips pouty from being kissed thoroughly. He has a feeling that she's about to completely consume him.
His fingers grip tightly at her hips, relishing the gentle give of her curves, urging her to take the reigns and show him what she's capable of. He's never been one to cede control in the bedroom, but there's something about the way her eyes glint when she looks down at him.
What comes is not what he's expecting. Her hands roam across his body, fingers tracing the lines of his pecs down to his ribs, lips following at she drops little kisses all over him. Her eyelashes flutter along his skin, sweeping away the last vestiges of his control. He wants nothing more than to flip her over and pin her to the bed, sinking into her with a satisfied groan.
Instead he waits for her to rise up over him, soft hands gently guiding him in the dark. The pace is slow and torturous, and even though he's yet to exert himself much, Danny is panting beneath her, chest rising and falling in a stuttering rhythm. She's doing the same, trembling breaths, the pulse at her neck jumping when she closes the space between them completely.
Slowly, she begins to rock, eyes drifting shut as she finds a rhythm that works for her. Danny thrusts in time with her hip rolls. When the expression on her face changes from dreamy pleasure, to intense concentration it's the last straw for him, the muscles in his legs quivering in anticipation.
His hand darts between them, stroking her clit as her pace increases. He can feel her tightening around him, little tremors every few seconds followed by thready moans. Pitching forward she buries her face in the hollow of his neck, crying out into his skin as she trembles against him. It's his cue, and he finally lets go, stars exploding behind his eyes as he shudders against her with an animalistic grunt.
It's only now that he realizes they were attempting to be quiet, an amused little chuckle escaping between attempts to catch his breath. Mindy turns, nuzzling the sensitive skin just beneath his ear. "What's so funny?"
"Stuff."