Chapter 17 Dessert 🍨 😋

Chapter 17 Dessert 🍨 😋
Nora's pov

Am I desirable? Am I desirable?Does he actually want me? My confidence soaks through my body like liquor in my bloodstream. I let the hazy feeling flow through me, intoxicating me until it reaches my lips and my mouth falls open…
The first words I can think of just come rolling out.
“I want to come on your tongue, Daniel. Please. Kiss me hard, right on my clit.”
He stops blowing against my sensitive skin and smiles at me wider than I’ve ever seen before. “There you go Nora. That's very sexy.”
I soak up his praise as he takes off my clothes. I bridge my hips so he can pull the shorts from underneath me and then toss it aside. Tenderly, he scoots me to the edge of the bed, then secures my legs against his shoulders. I’m spread, on display, and my most intimate area is an inch away from Daniel’s face. I should be writhing with humiliation, but I just don’t care right now. I’m so turned on. All I care about, all I can think about, is finding my release. I’m so needy, the pressure is too much.
“And just so you know,” he says before he licks my inner thigh half an inch away from my center. “This is my pleasure to do, Queen.”
Oh dear God.
He teases me with soft kisses, apparently to make me erupt from the anticipation alone.
He drags his tongue across my slit, up then down, starting on one side, then attending to the other. “Goddamn, I knew you’d taste sweet,” he moans.
He’s certainly treating me like I’m dessert. The way he moves, moans, and tells me how soft and warm and delicious I am, I actually believe him.
I’m sweet.
I’m savory.
My hair is in a crazy mess with loose strands falling out of my messy bun. My cheeks are so flushed they’re red and splotchy. My lips are permanently parted. I can’t get enough air through my nose, so I have to gulp and gasp to fill my lungs as Daniel tries to suffocate me with pleasure. I feel my orgasm building, I flex my hips and push harder against Daniel’s tongue. As subtly as I can, I grind my hips and immediately feel him smile against my womanhood.
“Sorry,” I mumble, ashamed I’m being too greedy.
Daniel reaches for my hips with both hands and grabs as much of my ass as he can eat me well. He squeezes firmly before pulling me tighter against his face. “Don’t you dare be sorry. That’s so sexy. Enjoy yourself,Nora. Use me. Use my tongue.”
He guides my hips, encouraging my feral behavior. I push all reason away. Don’t think too hard, don’t worry so much…just feel. I weave my fingers into Daniel’s dark, coarse hair. It’s trimmed on the sides, but the top is plentiful enough to grip. And when I’m almost on the brink of my orgasm, I make a fist.
“Oh, ho, ho,” he says between breathy chuckles. “Good girl. Pull my hair. Don’t you dare stop.”
He’s saying all the filthy things because he knows, believe it or not, I like it. The dirty talk was cringe-worthy, but not because of the words, because of who was saying it. All the things I used to find awkward…hm, maybe it was timing, maybe it was the company. Daniel could ask anything of me right now, and I’d do it. Including…
“Fuck my face, baby. I want to taste how hard you come,” he growls.
I grabbed the bedsheets.
Then I explode.
And Daniel’s right.
It’s so fucking beautiful.
He’s patient through my orgasm. He even stands and lays me backward properly, so I can relax.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and then disappears through the closet to the master bathroom. I hear water running. Understandable. He’s probably rinsing off his face, seeing as I drenched it. Daniel returns with a robe draped over his arm. It suddenly dawns on me that my shirt is still on. That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and my top is on, covering Daniel’s favorite part of my body.
This night has barely begun.

“Why are your pants still on?” I ask, nodding toward his shorts. Never have I been more eager to see a man’s erect penis before in my life.
Except Daniel cringes. Apologetically.
“Hop down,” he says, holding out his arms to catch me. Draping the robe over me, he kisses my cheek.
“Come on.” Grabbing my hand, he puts me out of the bed. He just tasted the most intimate part of my body, but it still gives me nervous flutters when he holds my hand. Leading me to the edge of bed, Daniel pulls the corner of the cover down and guides me into a seat. He joins me, sitting right beside me, shoulder to shoulder. “Can I get you anything? Water? A beer?”
“Why do I feel like you’re leaving here?”
He lets out a big sigh. “Because I am.”
“Did I do something wrong–”
“Don’t even say it, Nora.” He kisses my shoulder
You are perfect. In fact, you really got into it.”

I turn my head to face him and he’s smirking. I roll my eyes. My confidence has sobered, and I’m embarrassed at how shamelessly I just acted on that closet counter.
“Sorry. It’s not my usual style…”
“Don’t be. It was great. But I realize that you must be really comfortable with me to let your guard down like that.”
I pat his knee. “I am.”
It’s strange. It doesn’t make sense. But I am.
“Which means I have more responsibility in this than I realized,” he says softly.
“What does that mean?”
Daniel turns his knee in to face me. He tucks a loose hair behind my ear as he speaks, “When I left you in the bedroom, I got a call.”
“I know.” I’m worried about why he’s grimacing. “Who called?”
“The press.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He releases something between a laugh and a grunt. I’m not sure exactly. I just know it means hell no.
“I was upset but it's fine. I'll check into it. Can I take you out before we go any further?”
Out? Like into the world? Where people would see us together? Which means another disastrous rumor.

“Daniel…you told me you weren’t ready for a relationship, and I heard and understood you loud and clear. And with what's happening now. I don't think you're ready.”

Daniel's eyes are on the hardwood floor, one of the rare moments he’s not making eye contact with me. “You don’t want to be seen with me because of the whole scandal. It's fine.”
“Oh my God…I, um…shit, Daniel. I’m not usually lost for words…”
“It’s okay, don’t say anything. I just wanted you to know I’m not playing you.” He looks up and his smile returns. “For real…I’m a good guy.”
I nod, because I believe him. “Okay,” I whisper.
“All right, Queen. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.” He winks. “Dream of me tonight.”