Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies...After the movie they go back to Daniel's place...(Luck: +10, Lust: +10, Suspicion: +10)

Leah was soon at Daniel’s place and he ushered her inside. He offered her a drink but she only drank from her lips. He tasted like mouthwash—he knew he was going to get lucky. She tasted like movie butter popcorn—but Daniel could care less.

The door had barely clicked closed before Daniel had her pressed against it, his mouth greedy and urgent. Leah let herself be devoured, fingers clawing at his shirt, her own clothes falling away in a flurry of **** hands. They stumbled in a feverish tangle toward the bedroom, pausing only to paw at each other with heightened want. Daniel’s lips were everywhere—her neck, her jaw, the hollow of her collarbone—and when he finally, blissfully crawled down the bed and put his head between Leah’s legs she was already trembling.

He nudged her thighs apart, hands hot and certain, and spread her open with a reverence that was almost funny coming from someone who just minutes ago made a joke about popcorn. Still, when his tongue flicked over her clit, Leah almost sobbed. He was attentive, insistent, a slow burn that melted her composure. Daniel licked her like he was starving, groaning into her folds as if every wet, obscene sound was permission to go deeper, faster. Leah arched against his face, grabbing at his hair and cursing him with every blessing she could muster.

Daniel was an artist with his tongue, and Leah had long ago surrendered her pride to the fact. He knelt at the edge of the mattress, dragging her hips to the very brink, her ass barely resting on the sheets. The room was dim except for a lone bedside lamp, and in the soft, golden spill of light, she could make out every flicker of passion in his face. He ran his palms up the inside of her thighs, thumbs tracing her slick, swollen lips, and looked up from beneath his lashes with a devil’s grin.

Then he dove in with a hunger that obliterated her restraint.

Daniel ate pussy like it was his calling—no hesitation, no fumbling, just relentless, greedy precision. His tongue was softer than anything, circling her clit with little kitten licks at first, then flattening out and lapping slow and broad. He suckled gently, then hard enough to make her hips jerk, all the while keeping his hands locked around her thighs to keep her spread and helpless. Leah’s breath left in ragged, high-pitched yelps, her head thrown back, hands twisting the bedsheets. She tried to keep control, tried not to let him know how easily he could break her, but then he slipped two fingers inside her, curling up to hook that perfect spot, and all pretense was incinerated.

Leah came before she could tell him to "keep going" or "don't stop" like she would with most men who would fumble the task. There was a sudden, involuntary cataclysm that left her arching off the mattress, toes curled, mouth open in a silent, trembling O. Daniel just held her down and ate her through it, tongue and mouth never breaking rhythm, milking every last quiver from her body. She flailed for him, grabbed at his hair to try and ease the sensitivity, but he only grunted and sucked harder, like he didn’t believe in the concept of “too much.” It was bliss edged with just enough pain to be scorching. When the aftershocks dissolved into helpless, twitchy spasms, she finally had to shove his head away, laughing and cursing as she collapsed against the pillow.

Daniel surfaced, lips and chin glistening, looking proud of himself as if he’d just given someone CPR.

“You taste even better than popcorn,” he said, and she wanted to punch him for the line just as much as she wanted to fuck him for it.

“Shut up,” she groaned, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt for a kiss that tasted like herself and him and every dirty secret they’d ever shared.

Then he was inside her, the head of his cock already slick with her. Daniel fucked her slow at first, building a rhythm that felt like a secret handshake just for the two of them (but mostly it was to keep from exploding), until the urge to come overwhelmed their mutual stubbornness and they devolved into frantic, sticky, hip-slapping passion. He wasn’t huge, but he filled her perfectly, every thrust making her feel like she belonged to him in a way that was primitive, animal, and embarrassing to admit. She dug her nails into his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and let him fuck the last of her self-control out of her.

“God, you feel so good,” he panted, voice gone ragged.

She couldn’t respond. She was too busy coming undone, every muscle tensed and burning. Her orgasm hit like a car crash—abrupt, violent, and all-consuming. She bucked against him, hands clawing at his back, and saw stars behind her eyelids.

Daniel wasn’t far behind. He let out a guttural, almost wounded sound—then pulled out at the last second, jacking himself furiously as he finished all over her stomach. The first spurt landed on her navel; the rest splattered up her ribs, sticky and hot. She watched, dazed, as he collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting like he’d just run a mile.

“Sorry. I, uh…didn’t plan on getting quite that excited.” They lay there for a moment, side by side, staring at the ceiling and catching their breath. Daniel laughed—soft, self-deprecating.

“You have the stamina of a Labrador puppy.” Leah just shook her head, trying not to smile.

“Hey--you came before me so I don't want to hear it---annnnnnnd besides-you love it.” He grinned and turned toward her, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Make yourself useful and get me a towel?” she waved her hand at the mess he had left on her.

He saluted, then mock sprinted naked to the bathroom and back, tossing her a hand towel like a prize. He laid down next to hear and she cleaned herself up, then rolled onto her side to face him, tossing the towel to the floor.

Daniel turned to her with that infuriatingly adorable grin. “So… you staying for another round? I was thinking maybe a double feature? Triple Feature, maybe?”