Chapter 55: Inseparable

Nash

I wasn’t sleeping, but having Daphne naked before me was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. When I put my fingers on her skin, I felt something indescribable. It was like life pulsed through her and into me, and I felt, for the first time, fully alive. My heart beat hard as I pulled her lithe body against mine.

She was so sweet and innocent. I knew I shouldn’t be putting my hands on her, but I couldn't get enough of the feel of her soft skin. She believed I was a fellow student, a f.ucking philosophy major! I was a philosopher with no morals, apparently, because I didn’t have the balls to put a stop to the storm that was raging between us. A part of me hoped and prayed that she would do it for me.

But she didn’t. She pushed up against me, grinding her pelvis against mine, and raised up on her tiptoes to seal her lips against mine again. Every time we connected it was like white-hot lightning racing through my blood.

I felt feverish, almost frantic. Which wasn’t like me. I liked to keep things under control, to calculate every move, for maximum pleasure, and minimal emotional attachment.

After all, the Buddhists say that attachment leads to suffering. And I made it a point to make sure I could walk away unscathed.

But f.uck attachment, I felt so deeply connected to Daphne at that moment, it was like we were one thing. And I was still wearing my damn underwear.

But not for long. Daphne tore her mouth away from mine, and sank slowly, trailing her hands all over my body as she bent her knees, caught the top of my shorts, and began tugging them down, along with my underwear, leaving her face level with my c.ock as it sprang free, already painfully hard with desire.

Somehow, I’d expected her to be a little shy, a little reserved, but Daphne was anything but timid, as her hand closed around my shaft, and her tongue smoothed across the tip, like she was sampling an ice cream cone. I let my fingers bury themselves in her thick, unruly hair, and urged her closer.

She looked up at me, those blue eyes sparkling like rare diamonds with an enchanting mix of desire and mischief before she opened those sweet lips and let me enter the hot, wet confines of her mouth. She swallowed me, just until my head touched the back of her throat - no further, but it was so sweet that my knees went weak. I knew if I let her continue, this would be over before it even got started.

“Daphne…” I groaned. And she pulled me out of her mouth slowly, sensuously, and then licked her lips like she’d thoroughly enjoyed my taste. I picked her up, pivoted, and walked the two steps to deposit her on the bed. She lay back against my bedroll and extended her arms to me, and I was only too keen to accept the invitation. I needed her skin on my skin. I needed to bury my face in her hair and inhale her essence. I needed to feel her soft curves against my hard body. I needed her like I needed air to breathe.

The intensity of it was maddening.

And frightening.

It wasn’t normal.

I wanted to take my time, I wanted to sample everything that she had to offer, but the need thrumming in my blood was overwhelming me. I tasted the tender skin at her neck first, felt her pulse pounding there, echoing my own heart beat. Then I eased myself lower, taking one pretty pink nipple in my mouth. She hummed in approval, and threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head, holding me in place while she arched her back.

I wanted to slow down, to take the time to explore her body, to find every secret spot that made her moan.

I wanted her to scream for me.

But Daphne was no more patient than I was. She had spread her legs, and now wrapped them around me, squirming until she had me lined up with her hot, wet core. “Wait…wait…” I groaned, pulling back.

There were some precautions that couldn’t be ignored. I reached under the bed for my rucksack, and without taking my eyes off her, felt around for the box of condoms I kept in the side pocket. The box was seldom used, and it had been crushed and mutilated over the months, but my soldier never went in without proper cover. I ripped open the package and prepared to roll it in place.

“May I?” Daphne sat up, effortlessly, and took the rubber from my hands. Her nimble fingers positioned it over my tip, and then slowly rolled it down my length. She knew what she was about, as she kept her gaze locked with mine the whole time. And then, when I was fully sheathed, she guided it back to her center.

I knew I should slow down, I should make sure she was pleasured before I took my own, but my body was burning with need like I had never known before. I actually felt like I might die if I didn’t sink into her, right there and then. I leaned forward onto my hands, and shifted my hips, pushing into the tight confines of her body.

So tight, so hot, and soaking wet. And that strange bond, that feeling of being interconnected exploded within me, making me gasp for breath even as my eyes widened with surprise.

It wasn't supposed to feel like that. It had never felt like that before, with any other woman.

There was no awkward moment between Daphne and me, no struggling to find the right angle or the right rhythm as was usual with a new partner. Rather, it was like we were custom-made to fit together, her soft thighs made to clasp my hips as we rocked together. She made soft sounds of pleasure as I thrust, and I knew, without a doubt, she was enjoying it as much as I was.

I knew, because I could feel what she felt.

At least that’s what it seemed like. Maybe I only imagined that I felt her arousal sizzling through me, mirroring my own. I sat back, without breaking our union, so that I could run my thumb over her clit. I could feel it throbbing against the pad of my thumb while I continued to thrust, and her soft sounds became a loud, keening moan.

She was so responsive, so passionate, so incredibly perfect. Her sounds of pleasure only peaked my own, and still I strained, holding myself back.

Her thighs began to quiver and her back arched off the bed as she came so fast and hard around me that I swear I saw stars, and I could no longer hold it. My whole body convulsed as I released.

But when she cried out, she called, “Nathan!”

That’s not my name.

I collapsed on top of her, probably crushing her under my weight, but for the moment, I couldn’t help it. I kissed her on her lips, briefly, because we were both panting for air, and then I rested my forehead against hers.

It shouldn’t even matter, but for some reason, it hit me like a sledgehammer. I didn’t want to hear her screaming out my alias when she came.

I wanted it to be my name on her lips.