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Daniel Chalmers had no control over the weather, and yet Kristin Sims had her suspicions about his conjuring the absolutely most perfect day for their date. Maybe he was just one of those people -she'd suspected before- that life often favored. Unfortunately, she had to admit that such people tended to be easy-going, happy types, a kind of positive that she herself could never manage. That she sort of envied, but god help her, was also attracted to.
Most apparently was attracted to, considering both of her… boyfriends were that sort of good-natured, even-tempered type.
Boyfriends. Plural.
Christ. Life could be so strange sometimes.
She shook off the little bout of surrealism that had claimed her and curled her fingers around the hand that had reached for hers, feeling an annoyingly shy little blush heat her cheeks over the very mild PDA.
"Anything specific you want to hit up?" Daniel asked as they approached the orchard where the Farmer's Market was set up.
"You promised me artisanal cheese," she reminded him of her joke about the romance level of his proposed date.
"And you'll have whatever fancy cheese your heart desires," he joked back. "Anything else?"
She shrugged. "Let's just see what's on offer."
That's what he'd intended anyway, she realized as they slowly took in the wares at booth after booth, chatting a little with the producers they knew, and sharing silent conversations and jokes they couldn't speak aloud -ones specifically about some of the colorful Brokenwood residents around them- with just a look. It was probably half an hour before she realized that she'd relaxed completely, the nerves and tension about it being a 'date' dissipating in the familiar setting.
It wasn't anything new, not really. They'd gone to the Farmer's Market together a dozen times before. The only difference was that Daniel was now always in physical contact with her in some nearly undetectable way, a hand brushing her arm or the small of her back, or his hand outright reaching or hers, holding hers. And the openly affectionate looks he was giving her, and doubtless she was returning.
Whether anyone noticed their stupid smitten expressions, or their more intimate physicality, she couldn't say. Not because it wasn't there, but because she hadn't even thought to make the observation, to try to figure out if people were looking or judging.
And she sort of… didn't care? She was self-aware enough to know she tended to be more self-conscious than she wanted to be, even if she wasn't obsessed with what others thought. She wanted to believe that she didn't compromise her identity or personality, or her life choices for the approval of others. But she was sensitive to the opinions of others, or rather what they knew about her. Maybe it was a privacy thing more than a self-conscious thing?
Ironic, she knew, since as Daniel had pointed out multiple times, she was a bit of a snoop when it came to others. But that was the trait that made her good at her job. And she only really pried into her friends and colleagues' lives out of concern for them. Maybe it was her 'love language'. Even if she perhaps did get too carried away at times.
But that's why she had Daniel… There to caution her, to anchor her, to back her up, cover for her and play look out when she snooped, even though he didn't approve.
Fuck. He was so good to her.
The revelation made her blush a little as he returned from Frodo's cart with their coffees, setting down the pistachio muffin -her favorite- between them.
"This is nice," Kristin said, giving Daniel a genuine smile that reflected the happy glow of her mood, before taking a sip of her coffee.
"It is," he agreed, unwrapping the muffin and breaking off a piece to hold out to her. Instead of plucking it from his fingers with her own, she leaned in and opened her mouth. His eyes widened, doubtless surprised by the invitation for PDA, though it wasn't like he hadn't fed her snacks before, long before they were romantically involved even, while she was driving, popping a crisp in her mouth or a bite of muffin actually, many times, when she whined about his not sharing.
He'd always shared, seemed to enjoy doing so despite the times he griped about it, or acted persecuted when she stole his food.
He seemed to quite enjoy sharing now, as he placed the chunk of muffin between her lips and she managed to catch his thumb a little when she pulled the morsel into her mouth, giving the digit a quick flick of her tongue, watching the way his nostrils flared as he took in a sharp little breath, his pupils dilating in his dark brown eyes. Clearly it brought to his mind how she did the exact same thing to the tip of his cock before swallowing him down.
"Mm." She hummed, and he tore his gaze away from her mouth, looking away briefly as he cleared his throat and shifted in the small fold-out chair, the wood creaking beneath his solid weight.
He must've caught her cheshire cat grin as she chewed and swallowed, because he shook his head, chuckling to himself, taking a drink from his own coffee.
This was… fun, actually.
She'd admittedly been quite nervous about this whole date thing. She generally didn't exactly have a good time on dates, for any number of reasons. And the idea had been building up her anxiety and increasing the pressure she was putting on it, on herself, on them. Because she really, really liked Daniel. Loved him, actually. And Sam, too. She honestly hadn't examined it too much, though, just enjoying spending time with them… and the sex -fuck, the sex! It was love she felt, she knew, but that didn't always translate to any sort of functional romantic relationship.
Only, this already felt like the most healthy romantic relationship she'd ever had. This date was so easy, so comfortable, full of affection and fun, and just a pleasant little hint of excitement buzzing in her nerves, because,
"What do you have in mind for this afternoon?" she asked, breaking off another piece of the muffin and popping it in her mouth, licking the nonexistent crumbs of her thumb, unable to keep herself from watching for Daniel's reaction.
"I reckon you already have something in mind," he said, forcing a carefree smile that was belied by the intensity of his gaze, and the desire in it that she knew very well.
"Mm… maybe…" She fussed with the muffin some more, unwrapping the rest of it and pushing the remaining third towards her partner, who tried to wave it off, but she ordered him, "You better eat it. You're going to need to keep your strength up if you're going to be any use to me."
His eyebrows shot up, but his mouth was twitching with amusement.
"Oh, you're planning on using me?" he asked. "I'm not sure how I feel about that."
She gave him a sarcastic look, not buying his protest for a single second.
"You love being used." She decided to be blunt, because Daniel had claimed he'd always liked that about her. The corner of his mouth curved up, as he was no longer able to contain his smile and pretend he was offended, especially as he leaned towards her, clearly wanting her to show him some affection, because, "You love doing whatever it takes to please me."
She leaned in, as well, just savoring the moment, the needy expression on his face, the faint blush across his cheeks only detectable in such intimate proximity, the way his tongue darted over his lips, and his eyes implored hers, impatient with desire, but he waited, for her, to tell him, to show him, what would please her.
And it would please her to kiss him, those plush lips, nip and suck on them a little, maybe even push her tongue into his mouth to taste the muffin and coffee and his own unique flavor, sort of earthy and heady, and so very intoxica-
"Oh, hello, detectives. What brings you out on this fine day?"
Kristin startled completely out of her Daniel-drunk daze. Fuck, he could pull her right in, something she had to be wary of at work, but had dropped her guard about, because,
"Not here on business, I hope," Mrs. Jean Marlowe continued, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial level as Kristin could only stare blankly at the old woman, blinking like an idiot.
"Thankfully, not." Daniel said, straightening in his seat, and taking a bite of the muffin, turning his amused expression on Kristin. Amused, but also curious, she didn't doubt, about what her response would be to being caught out on a date with her work colleague.
"Just enjoying the nice day and picking up some… artisanal cheese." She locked eyes with Daniel. She wasn't afraid or ashamed of being out with him. Also, they'd done this before, many times, as friends.
Well, maybe not the open flirtation and leaning in for a kiss while sitting at one of Frodo's little tables in front of his coffee cart, in public, to be caught by nosy old ladies who liked to know everyone's business. But at least, Kristin thought, Mrs. Marlowe was not a spreader of gossip as much as she was an enjoyer and collector of it.
"Oh, have you tried Dylan McCracken's new aged havarti?" The unflappable woman asked, never missing a beat. Kristin honestly hoped she kept that amount of wit about her at that age. "I'm thinking it might just be the trick to elevate my cheese rolls for Mr. Campbell's wake."
"Mm," Kristin said, unsure of how to respond, and not wanting to interrupt, since clearly the woman was on one of her roundabout wanderings to some seemingly unrelated point.
"Some might say experimentation wouldn't be appropriate," Mrs. Marlowe pressed onward, glancing pointedly between Daniel and Kristin, his expression changing to surprised amusement as she continued, "But you never know what sort of magical thing you might create if you're afraid to take a risk."
"Mm.. Very true, Mrs. Marlowe," Daniel said, trying to maintain a serious expression, but not very well, clearly amused.
"Uh, yeah, thanks." Kristin knew her smile wasn't sincere at all, too shocked and a little embarrassed at being caught in an almost kiss with her colleague… Her colleague she was dating. And having sex with… along with another one of her colleagues. Oh, for christ's sake-
"You're welcome, dears." Mrs.Marlowe patted Kristin's arm, and gave her a wink when she caught her gaze. And then was ambling away much more nimbly than one would expect. But the woman did like to be underestimated, if Kristin had to hazard a guess. And to leave people with parting shots. "Enjoy the day. It should be a good one for experimentation."
Daniel choked on his coffee, setting the cup back down.
Part of Kristin was in full-on-panic mode. But she was sick of listening to that overly self-conscious bitch. If she had done so that night two months ago, she wouldn't be there, laughing at Daniel as he tried to recover, another victim of Mrs. Marlowe's wit. She would still be single and lonely and sexually-frustrated. Not dating two men whose company she enjoyed, and not having absolutely fantastic sex. But worst of all, she wouldn't have known what she was missing.
Happiness.
…
Daniel put some extra power behind his thrust. Then stopped when Kristin cried out, the sound somewhat muffled by the mattress.
"Christ, Daniel!"
"What?!" He asked, with more naivete than was excusable. "Do you want it inside or not?"
"Of course I want it inside." She sounded as frustrated as he felt. "But show some finesse. Restraint. Ever heard of it?"
"Then tell me how you want me to get it all the way in."
"I want you to not just force it as hard as you can. It'll get stuck."
Oh, fuck. The humor in the situation struck him hard and fast, and he laughed. And continued to laugh, until his ribs hurt and he doubled over, reaching for the mattress that was wedged halfway through the front door of Kristin's house to steady himself, trying not to collapse onto her porch in a fit of manic laughter.
A window slammed open, startling him out of the few remaining chuckles as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
Kristin's head and shoulders appeared as she leaned out, glaring at him.
"Are you just going to lay there and make me do all the work to get it inside?"
He laughed again. He couldn't help it, even when Kristin glared.
"What's so funny?" She asked, clearly bordering on actually angry, enough to sober him up.
"Nothing." He shook his head and managed to get to his feet.
"Must be a pretty hysterical nothing."
Now she was sulking.
"It's just… the conversation we were having taken out of context is kind of, well, funny."
Kristin narrowed her eyes. She didn't like to be out of the loop, or when things went over her head, as he well knew.
"A woman scolding a man for trying to shove something inside…"
Realization dawned on her pretty face but she didn't laugh, just rolled her eyes, and muttered "men." As she disappeared back into the house.
"Fine," she called out from the hallway on the other side of the mattress. "Do the man thing and just shove stuff wherever you want to, whether it fits or not."
Daniel peered around the mattress until he caught sight of Kristin's face, her facetious green eyes watching him, mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. Ha! So he wasn't the only one who enjoyed double entendre sex jokes. Well, he already knew that…
Fuck, he loved Kristin. So much.
…
Daniel flopped onto the bed, with a sigh as Kristin protested, "You're all sweaty!"
He pushed himself up enough to grab her and pull her down on top of him on the newly installed bed, accusing her, "You like it when I'm sweaty."
"Ew, gross!" She attempted further protest but failed when she buried her face in his neck and nuzzled the sweat-damp skin there. And made a hungry-pleased sort of humming noise.
He liked it when her skin was all coated in sweat, too. Probably because he was mostly familiar with her that way when they were having sex, the smell of her sweat, the salty taste of it, the feel of her skin slick with it, was all intimately entwined with pleasure in his brain. And probably for her, too, since she had started kissing his neck, a hand wandering over his chest and stomach and side in an exploratory, slightly greedy way.
"Should we break your new bed in?" he asked before catching her mouth in a kiss, and -mm- oh, yes, she was certainly interested in doing precisely that if the way she was devouring him was any indication.
Her hand delved beneath his shirt, caressing his stomach, and she began kissing her way down his chest, the fabric of his shirt separating her lips from his skin, and yet the heat of mouth, her breath was somehow nearly as arousing. Or it was watching her blonde head slowly work its way down his body.
He let the moan of pleasure out when she reached the skin of his stomach she'd pushed his shirt up to expose and kissed him there, just her lips pressing to his skin, awakening the nerves to tingle and hum with the almost-chaste kisses. Then the intense, wet heat of her tongue laving a ring around his navel, sending shivers down his spine at the contrast of the heat of her mouth followed by the caress of the cool air.
"Any reason you got a king size bed?" Daniel asked, trying to find a distraction as Kristin continued to play, wanting to let her play for as long as she wanted, but knowing he was going to get very hard, very fast if he didn't concentrate.
"I thought it was obvious." Her sassy tone appeared as she ceased kissing and licking at his skin to glance up at him, all fiery and playful. Fuck, he loved her, and wouldn't have her any other way. "You and Sam can have your own corner to snore and be sweaty furnaces, and I get to keep a nice, cool, quiet side to myself."
"You don't like cuddling with us afterward?" Daniel fake pouted.
"Hm…" Her face scrunched up in an exaggerated thoughtful expression. "Not as much as you do, I reckon."
"So getting a bed that will comfortably fit three is your way of saying you want space?" He kept his tone light, teasing, but something inside of him had tensed, a little bit worried and afraid of her answer. Had they been smothering her? Was this dating idea, an actual relationship more than she wanted?
She was pushing up, shifting back to hover over him, look down into her face, that little furrow of concern forming between her dark blonde brows, her green eyes studying his face.
"I'd just kick you both out of my bed and house if I wanted space after I had my way with you," she said, her words teasing but her tone and her eyes serious.
He nodded, accepting her honesty, her reassurance.
"You're okay with all of this, then?" He couldn't help himself. For fuck's sake, Kristin had invested in a new bed, one that would accommodate her new relationship. Yet he still pathetically needed reassurance he didn't have to worry about how she was feeling, that he wasn't pushing her into something she wasn't sure about.
"If you don't know how okay I am with having you both in my bed, then I'm going to have to start doubting your detective skills."
He huffed, but managed not to roll his eyes at her evasion. It was quite obvious to everyone involved how much Kristin liked their threesomes over the past couple of months. He reached out and took her face in his hands, stroked one of her lovely full cheeks with his thumb. Fuck, her skin was so soft.
"What about the dating?" he asked, quietly.
"Well, I was quite liking our date today…" She wrapped her hands around one of his wrists, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside with her thumb as he continued to gently stroke her cheek. "I was about to show you how much…"
She meant it, and yet…
"Something's bothering you, though." He'd seen it in the little moments when she remembered they were on a date, became consciously aware of it again instead of just enjoying herself, something about it stealing her thoughts, stealing her away from him.
She shook her head, averted her gaze.
"Please tell me," he whispered. "This can only work if you tell me if you're unsure about anything."
She swallowed. And then did that thing he so admired about her, made her decision, her jaw setting and her gaze locking onto his, determined to do something even if she was a little bit afraid to do it.
"I just… I can't help but feel… guilt."
He tried to school his surprised expression, but he wasn't expecting that. A fear of commitment, of feeling exposed, about how many things could go wrong in a regular relationship being doubled, or even tripled, in a polyamorous one. But, guilt…?
"Will you tell me why?"
"Um… It's silly." She shook her head, a small, rapid movement, but one that had her breaking eye contact with him.
Maybe it would be easier for her to tell him if she wasn't feeling exposed by his intensely curious stare. He slid his hands down her back and pulled her down on top of him, into his arms, and she willingly went, her own hands sliding around his middle, burrowing beneath his back as she buried her face in his shoulder. He kissed her temple.
"How you feel is not silly," he whispered.
"Don't get me wrong…" She began to speak, quiet and a little bit strained. "I really, really enjoyed being with you today…"
She trailed off, so he stroked soothing circles on her back, kissed the side of her face again, the scent of her coconut shampoo filling him, soothing him in return.
"But…" he prompted.
She took a deep breath in and out.
"It feels a little bit like I'm cheating to be with one of you, but not the other."
"Mm." Well, fuck. How could he help her past that?
"I had sex with Sam." The confession came out of her in one rushed breath that took him by surprise, but,
"I know," he said. Because he had known.
She tensed in his arms.
"You did not!" She protested, indignant that her 'dirty little secret' wasn't a secret at all.
"Between the first and second times were were all together." Daniel tried not to let any of his admittedly smug pride at his observational skills show through, knowing how that would provoke Kristin's indignation at being found out.
"He told you!" Her palms dug into his chest as she shifted and pushed herself up to glare down into his face.
He kept his expression serious, despite being amused by Kristin's incredulous reaction. Because, "Sam hasn't ever said anything about it to me."
Her brow furrowed. She shook her head, but was smiling.
"You really are an okay detective," she graciously admitted. Then her expression sobered. "You aren't… upset?"
He shrugged.
"It's not like either of you were doing anything wrong," he said. Maybe if he could explain how he felt, how he viewed their relationships, it would help Kristin confront and overcome this guilt she had. Maybe just telling him about fucking Sam would lift that weight for her. "We'd had a good time together. We were thinking about doing it again… It was just sex at that point."
"But it's… a… relationship now."
"It is…" Fuck, how did he explain this? "But it's not going to work unless we put time and effort into our individual relationships, too, yeah?"
"With sex?" Kristin had her thoughtful face on, and it was honestly a relief to see. She could be quite passionate, quite empathetic, but she was actually a very logical sort of person at her core. If she could wrap her brain around it, make it make sense, then she'd be good.
"Yeah," Daniel agreed. "And dates, and talking, and eating, and laughing, and cuddling, and-"
She silenced him with a kiss. And he let himself get swept into it, hand finding her nape as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, and letting her taste and tease him in return, until they broke apart, both breathless.
"Sam did it for you," she said, breathless with her eyes sparkling, cheeks a little flushed.
"What?"
"He came to me because he wanted to know more about how to please a male sexual partner." Kristin was smiling, that genuine, amused smile of hers as she cupped his face, and stroked her thumb along his jaw. "He wanted some pointers… And a little more experience bottoming."
Wow. That was just.. wow.
"Huh," was all Daniel could manage to say, feeling more than a little aroused as he imagined what that sexual encounter had been like, fueled by his actual knowledge of what Sam looked like, flushed and moaning and consumed by pleasure, as Kristin pegged him, how much she got off on it, how intensely she climaxed herself from topping their urukehu. And that when Sam had been so new to anal sex, that he'd sought out Kristin's help, exposed himself like that, just because he wanted to please Daniel when (or if) they had sex again… well, fuck.
"Our boyfriend is a sweetheart," Kristin said, clearly enjoying the whole throuple thing as she digested it, fit it into her worldview, played around with it in her head.
"Yeah, he is," Daniel agreed.
"Mm… I love fucking him," she said, lost in thought, doubtless in the same sort of fantasies that had swallowed Daniel up.
"Me, too," Daniel agreed.
Her distant gaze refocused on Daniel's face. "And I love fucking you."
"Mm…" He growled his agreement, already getting hard with all the lascivious thoughts bouncing around Kristin's bedroom.
"I'm going to fuck you right now."
"I'd like that," Daniel managed to say, tugging her down into another kiss. "As long as you're not going to feel guilty about it afterward?"
He just had to be sure. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he knew Kristin felt bad about having sex with him, in any way.
She gave him a slightly exasperated look, which probably meant she had reconciled her feelings, and now was annoyed by his concern.
"I'm not," she asserted, then grinned her mischievous pokiha grin. "And I think I'll fuck Sam on our date, too."
"I think you definitely should." Fuck, Daniel loved teasing and playing with Kristin.
"Oh, you do?" She pushed up off from Daniel again, shifting to straddling his middle, rocking her hips a little, rubbing her crotch against his stomach, the damp heat of her pussy tangible even through the layers of her underwear and yoga pants. Her hands stroked up his stomach and chest a she pinned him with her playful expression. "And do you have an opinion on how I should fuck Sam, too?"
He wet his lips, swallowed, his arousal increasing by the second. Why it was so hot to discuss Kristin fucking their boyfriend, Daniel didn't know, only that it was making him as hard as her touch was, as the heat of her pussy on his stomach, as the hard points of her nipples now visible through her sports bra.
"Yes," he admitted. He had lots of opinions on how she should fuck Sam.
"Let me guess…?" Oh, Kristin was in full-on playful mode, and it was so fucking sexy. She hummed as if she were thinking and absently ran her hands over his chest, but she knew precisely how she was teasing him, stoking his arousal. "Should I suck his cock? Or ride it?"
Daniel moaned. He had a very vivid bank of memories to populate either fantasy scenario in his mind.
Kristin shimmied backward, until his rapidly hardening ure was trapped not just in the confines of his trousers but beneath the weight and heat of her ass.
"Or should I fuck his ass?"
"Fuck, yes!" Daniel agreed with her proposed scenario, but also with how she'd begun to grind herself against his parts in long, slow strokes, hands propped on his stomach to support herself and keep him still as she dry-humped him. "Fuck Sam's ass-" he gasped and grabbed her hips, not to stop her, or control her pace, but just to anchor himself against the almost painful friction as she rode him. "Use your biggest cock."
"Mm… Daniel Two?" She shifted positions, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, her body jerking a little, a gasp surprising her and him, as she'd doubtlessly just ground her clit against his stomach with the new angle.
"What?" he gasped, tightening his grip on her hips, afraid he was about to embarrass himself immensely by coming in his pants, but no, he wasn't that aroused yet… right? Fuck.
"I call my big boy strap Daniel II."
"Fuck." He chuckled, and bucked his hips beneath hers, trying to throw her off her devastating grinding pace. "I'm not that big."
She snorted, that derisive sort of laugh of hers, like she didn't believe his belief that he wasn't that big. But he wasn't. Not that her most realistic silicone phallus was a monster, but it was quite large. And Sam could barely take it, as far as Daniel could tell. He didn't think their sweetheart boyfriend struggled that much with Daniel's engorged ure, but-
"It's barely bigger than you," she asserted.
Didn't she know that, "You don't need to stroke my ego about the size of my cock, Kristin."
"I'm not trying to," she retorted, leaning down, elbows resting on his shoulders, as she stared into his eyes at close range. "Or are you calling me a liar?"
She ground her her teke against his most-definitely aching parts, hard, eliciting a groan from the bottom of his chest.
"Never," he gasped, finally snapping, wrapping his arms around her and rolling them so that she was pinned beneath his body against the mattress, the nice, new perfectly firm mattress.
"Good." Kristin gasped as he went for her throat, kissing her delicious citrus-scented, slightly sweaty skin, open-mouthed, licking and sucking and nipping gently with his teeth. "Because I'm always right."
Daniel chuckled, but didn't argue.
"Okay, Ms. Right," he said. "Tell me what's the correct way to fuck you with my almost as large as Daniel II cock."
"Idiot." She laughed, making her I'm fed up but not really face and shoving at his chest with her hands to push him off her, then using her feet against his stomach to get him off the bed, leaving him standing there watching her, confused, until she commanded, "Take your clothes off."
"Yes, ma'am." He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't call me ma'am," she scolded, sitting up to tug her sports bra off over her head, exposing her sweet, pink-tipped breasts, his mouth watering in response to the sight of the pert, pale, soft flesh. Kristin hesitated, chewed her lip in thought, then added, "Unless I tell you to."
He suppressed a laugh, his own mouth twitching.
"Ā tēnā, taku tōrere."
Her expression softened and she smiled. Kristin didn't know much Te Reo but she generally understood his meaning if not the words when he did speak to her in his people's language.
He threw his shirt aside, not paying attention to where it landed on the floor, thankful Kristin wasn't picky about the mess they always made of her bedroom. Her boys did clean up afterward, anyway, or tried to. But it was quite a bit messier than usual already, with the cardboard boxes and packing debris, assembly instructions for her new bed frame, strewn across the floor.
Kristin cleared her throat loudly, giving him an expectant look from where she was perched on the edge of the bed, naked except for a pair of his favorite lace underwear of hers.
Right. He hurriedly shed his trousers, careful not to catch the garments on his already half-hard cock, and then discarded the rest of his clothes haphazardly, leaving them on the floor to pounce on the cute little blonde giving him a seductress look from the bed.
She laughed as he covered her body with his, nuzzling her neck, purposefully bouncing the mattress beneath them.
"Hey! You're going to break my new bed!"
Her protest wasn't very effective as she continued to laugh.
"If it can't handle this…" He didn't need to finish the thought, didn't need to.
"Then I guess we had better test it out," she whispered against his neck, then nipped at his earlobe, and fuck- reached for his ure, fondling his growing erection with deft familiarity. Oh, his clever little pokiha knew how to touch him.
He groaned his agreement, rolling them to give her free rein of body, kissing the side of her face as she started kissing and licking and nipping at his shoulder… and then began to work her way down his chest. Kristin was so deliciously tactile and oral, making his skin tingle and bloom with waves of warmth, little shocks sparking along his nerves when she teased the more sensitive spots, his nipples, his navel, along the line of his hip to- oh,
"Mmmm…" He groaned then gasped as she ran her tongue along the length of his ure then sucked the head into the wet heat of her mouth, and began to work her tongue against him. He could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins to his swelling member, his pulse throbbing there, because fuck, she was so fucking good at sucking cock. So good. So… Te pai mutunga!
But,
"Probably not the best test of-" he gasped when she released his ure from the lush warmth of her mouth, the cold air sending a shiver over his skin. "-the bed's durability."
"Hm…" She mused, sliding up his body to nuzzle his cheek and whisper in his ear. "What do you think would be an appropriate test? If I ride you like a wild stallion? Or if you pound me into the mattress?"
His hands reflexively grabbed her hips and squeezed as he groaned again.
"Either." He probably sounded as pathetically desperate as he felt. "Both. Your choice."
"Mm. Ambitious." She nipped at his neck again. "Hauling my bed in here and setting it up didn't tire you out?"
She was goading him to prove it, so clearly she'd made her choice on how to test her new bed.
He flipped her onto her back, really enjoying how the spacious king-size bed allowed him to roll around with her, man-handle her a little -which he'd discovered that she liked sometimes. And when she didn't glare at him, or tell him off, or tackle him to reclaim control, he moved to straddle her thighs, ran a palm over her body, from the delicious soft-and-firm curve of her belly up between her breasts to her throat, and settled it there with a grip that was so loose it was barely more than a touch. She wasn't into being choked, but Kristin liked to have hands on her body, touching, holding, possessing and even restraining her.
He leaned down and teased her wet, pink mouth with his lips, brushing against hers but refusing to give even the delicate pressure of a chaste kiss. She whimpered, her body trying to surge up to take the kiss he was teasing her with, but he pressed his hand down at the base of her throat, feeling the ridges of her collarbones beneath his fingers as he pushed her down, keeping her pinned to the bed. And locked eyes with her.
Oh, she was into it.
But had alternative means to exercise her power over him, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, softening her body beneath his, stretching her arms to rest above her head, making her breasts shift in an extremely enticing way and-
He gave her tits what he'd denied her mouth - his lips, his tongue and teeth, until she was moaning, her fingers clutching his head, digging into his scalp and tugging at his hair, her body wriggling trapped beneath his weight, until she worked a leg free and tried to wrap it around him, to trap him, to control him.
Nope.
He reached blindly behind his back until his fingers brushed the smooth arch of her foot and she giggled. Interesting. He logged that away for later, but traced a path to her ankle, wrapping his fingers around the slender limb to grip it and pull it away from his body as he released the breast that had been filling his mouth with one final suck and tug, just a gentle nip of his teeth before he let the komata pop free, all puckered and pink and distracting while Kristin tried to get her other leg around him.
He grabbed that one, too, settling back to kneel before her, holding her legs spread to wide, just taking in the absolutely beautiful woman splayed on the bed, for him, hot and smiling at him in that particular way of hers that was mischievous and amused and even a little sarcastic, like she knew they were playing a game, felt a bit silly about it, but also was enjoying it immensely.
So much so that she was very clearly aroused, the crotch of her panties visibly wet, and the late afternoon sun cutting a swathe of light across the bedroom adding an extra glow to her flushed, pale skin, making her green eyes sparkle as she stared at him, pupils dilated wide.
Gorgeous.
She pumped her legs, forcing him to tighten his grip on her ankles to keep hold of her and snap out of his admiring reverie, her look challenging, a mixture of facetiousness and lust as she clearly had become impatient.
Right, then.
He released her ankles but immediated went for her underwear, ridiculous little lace ones so thin and fragile that he'd actually ripped a pair before, and might accidentally again if she played at resisting him- But she eagerly lifted her ass off the mattress, letting him drag the nearly pointless garment off from her. Okay, maybe not pointless, because they did look sexy as on her, the way they emphasized her strong thighs and the feminine flare of her hips, and barely hid the shadow of her pubic hair, and did not hide it whatsoever when she was all wet and ready.
Tossing them clear of the bed, a feat now that it was so large, Daniel returned his attention to Kristin, to her gorgeous body and her teke all swollen and pink with arousal, like a ripe peach, so enticingly plump and juicy. Fuck, he could feast on it for hours, licking and nibbling and drinking her in, how she jerked away from the intense, sharp sensations at first, and then began to melt into them, humming and moaning until she was bucking into them, trying to ride his face, grasping at him, crying out and-
"Are you going to just stare at me?" Kristin accused, making him shake off the memory-driven fantasies. "That's not a very good test of the bed's durability."
He shookhis head at her challenging sass.
Fuck, he loved her.
"Be careful what you ask for," he warned, getting that proud stubborn look of hers in return, the one with her flashing eyes and firm set to her jaw, lips pursed.
"You think I can't handle you?"
Oh, she really wanted it.
He grabbed her legs again and used them to reposition her lengthwise on the -fuck, it did seem huge- bed, then leaned over her, snaking his arms beneath her to lift her and settled her with a pillow beneath her head but hesitated before tossing the spare one off the bed, but deciding they didn't need it anyway.
And then gave her what she wanted, surging forward to kiss her, not putting his weight on her smaller body, not yet, instead leaving space between them to reach down, wrap his fingers around the shaft of his very aroused ure and guide it to the wet heat of her, stroke the head through her silky folds, watch the expression on her face change, her lips parting, her eyes locking on his.
"Yes," she said, a quiet, breathy exhale. "Please."
He smiled at her. He couldn't help it. Not with her desire for him so apparent, her consent that was always so sincere, enthusiastic and needy even when she was holding still for him, trying to play it calm and cool, as he dipped the head of his ure into her folds and pressed it against the threshold to her body, the resistant pressure and heat making his blood hum.
Was the thrumming in his veins in harmony with the hum emenating from her throat?
If it wasn't, he thought it would soon be. His whole body would be in harmony with hers, after a good deal of cacophony, after forcing his rhythm onto her body, into her body, mmm…. inside her body…
He sunk his cock into her, more quickly than he usually did to start, but Kristin had given him every indication just short of outright saying that she wanted it to be a little rough.
She grunted at the penetration, gasping when he pushed as deep as he could with the thrust and bottomed out with a little more force than he'd intended, swearing quietly to himself. She was pretty wet but tighter than she usually was by the time he sunk his cock into her after so much foreplay her teke was begging to be stretched wide, to welcome him.
"Fuck, you're tight," he gasped as he pulled out almost entirely and thrust back into her snug heat, making her gasp again as well.
But she locked eyes with him and -oh, fuck- made him gasp as she clenched her inner muscles around him, as if to prove she could be tighter still, impossibly, uncomfortably tight.
"Fuck, Kristin," he panted, then remembered he was supposed to be in control. Well, never actually in control; ultimately that would always belong to his partners. but he was supposed to be leading this encounter, to pretend to be in control, controlling her, fucking her. Not her undoing him just by having him inside of her.
He tested her sensitivity with a series of rapid thrusts that made her grunt in almost yelps, her body tensing and jerking away from the onslaught. Yeah-nah, she wasn't quite there yet. He sunk deep and slow into her instead, shifting his weight onto her, kissing her face, her mouth, her neck, just rocking his hips ever so gently.
"Mm - Daniel."
It wasn't an expression of pleasure but one to get his attention. He stopped doing…well, everything he was engaged in.
"How you going?" he asked, shifting to look down into her face, caressing her cheek.
"I'm okay," she said. Firmly. "You don't have to be gentle with me right now." She licked her lips. "I don't want you to be."
He nodded, accepting her instructions, her desires, and shifted position slightly, just to get enough leverage to -oh, fuck, why did it feel so good to- pound into her deep and hard, the bed beginning to rock with the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
Kristin was grunting and gasping as her body jerked with each thrust, breasts bobbing in a sort of slow, entrancing jiggle on her chest. Her hands gripped his biceps, fingers digging into the muscle painfully, bruisingly, but he concentrated on keeping his rhythm steady, could tell it was beginning to stir up Kristin's arousal, the freckles on her face standing out in a starker contrast to her skin in that way they did just before a flush of pink bloomed across her face.
Her breathing was growing irregular, almost panting, and there was the flush as her blood rushed to the surface of her pale skin, then a whine in the back of her throat, her legs coming up to wrap around him, because she was getting close to an orgasm, but clearly frustrated, and chasing it.
He refused to let her take it even as she tried to force his hips into her and hasten the pace of his thrusts, instead tensing against the pull of her body and maintaining his relentessly steady rhythm until she begged,
"Harder. Faster." She was gasping, had slid her hands around his back, down to his ass, clutching at him, squeezing his buttocks with those aggressive, bruising fingers of hers, but he had all the leverage in the position, had her ass pinned to the mattress so she couldn't maange to counter his thrusts with her own. All she could do was,
"Beg."
His demand earned a surprised widening of her eyes before her expression hardened into her stubborn, challenging one.
"I can keep this pace all day," he warned. Well, given the waning light in the bedroom as the sun dipped towards the horizon, maybe it was more, "and all night."
She groaned, frustrated and, honestly, beautifully angry, her eyes flashing a she glared at him, but her jaw and lips were entirely soft, belying her affection, her enjoyment of the game.
"Please," she said.
"Please what?" He didn't stop his deep thrusts. The rocking of their bodies, of the bed, was kind of mesmerizing actually…
"Please fuck me, Daniel," she said, staring into him. "Harder. Faster. Break the fucking bed. Break me."
He moaned.
Fuck, that was so hot.
Okay. If that's what she really wanted.
He pulled away from her and sat back onto his heels, and she made a whimpered cry of protest until he quickly put his ure back into her eager, hungry teke, grabbed her waist, lifitng her as he began to thrust as fast and hard as he could, holding her in place, her ass not touching the bed, her whole body vibrating with the rapid pace of the thrusts, sweat beading on his own hot skin as the dark pink flush heralding her impending orgasm bloomed across her face and down her chest and she went absolutely wild, her body writhing except for her pelvis trapped tight in his hold, unable to escape the railing she'd begged for.
Her arms flailed until they struck the spindles of her new headboard -a design choice that Daniel suspected was chosen with a specific purpose- and then she was gripping the smooth wood with both hands as her body tensed and shook, and primal cries tore from her throat.
Her teke spasmed around him and he had to grit his teeth and close his eyes, the sight of Kristin coming threatening to pull his own climax from him. And he wasn't done yet, hadn't given her everything she'd asked for, so he kept thrusting into her until he could sense her coming down the other side of her orgasm, her throaty cries tempering to hums and light moans, her body relaxing somewhat, her eyes closed and face serene when he opened his eyes again to find her glowing and so fucking beautiful.
But she'd told him to 'break' her, try to break the bed. And she may be pleased, may have enjoyed the orgasm immensely, but she wasn't remotely broken.
And neither was the bed.
Not that he actually wanted to break her brand new bed after spending several hours putting it together with her.
But something was going to break.
And it wasn't going to be him.
He released her waist, stroked a hand down her stomach, admiring the soft and firm flesh of her body, finding her skin as coated in sweat as his own. Then he shifted position again, so that his weight as much as his muscles drove the deep pounding he gave her, unwavering, relentlessly, and fuck him, more than a little gleefully.
Fuck, he probably shouldn't be enjoying this so very much, not when he couldn't be sure if Kristin was. Or whether it was actually even hurting her. But fuck, fuck, fuck! It felt so fucking good, the way her body took his pounding, her perfect fucking body, soft and firm, and warm and wet, and tight. Resistance. But also submission. Welcoming his body, embracing it, embracing him, without her even touching him. Her hands were still gripping the spindles of the headboard so intensely her knuckles were white, her legs were splayed wide and loose, open to his deep thrusts that were sending wave after wave of sensations shooting along his nerves, making his head buzz and his arousal coil tight in his core and -oh, fuck- Kristin was enjoying herself, her teke convulsing around him, teh spasms her inner muscles so unbelievably powerful that they threatened to tear the orgasm from deep inside of him, but no, not yet, not when Kristin was moaning and begging for it, for,
"More! Fuck, yes. Harder!"
He groaned, the most coherent response he was capable of, and grabbed the spindles of the headboard above her hands, putting more of his weight on her, driving into her, the bed creaking and thumping against the wall, a bass rhythm to her cries as they increased in pitch and her whole body shook, not just with the rocking of the bed, the pounding of his hips, but her muscles tense and trembling. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop, sweat beading on his skin and running in a rivulet down along his back as he fought his own pending orgasm to see how long he could draw hers out before it peaked, before it broke her, because fuck, her pleasure was incredible, was everything, was the most-
The bed didn't just creak but cracked, loud and explosive and there was the disconcerting rush as they plummeted to the floor, the mattress's impact rattling the bedside lamps, the dresser, hell, the windows. He instinctively tensed his arms to keep them from sliding headfirst off the slanted mattress into the wall, panting and more than a little in shock, another jolt of surprise striking him when the creak of metal and wood heralded the collapse of the other end of the bed, the footboard falling to the floor with a loud crash followed swiftly by the jarring thud of the mattress. But at least they were level again, blood no longer rushing to their heads as they slipped closer and closer to cracking their skulls against the wall.
He carefully uncurled his fingers from around the spindles that Kristin had been smart enough to let go of when the bed collapsed and prevent her shoulders from being wrenched, and slowly withdrew his hands, making sure the headboard wasn't going to crash down on them, but it looked to have come free enough from the frame to lean against the wall.
"Daniel," Kristin whispered, eyes wide with her pupils blown large and dark as she stared at him, looking quite alarmed.
Then she burst into laughter, pulling him down on top of her, taking his full weight, and he settled against her to chuckle into the crook of her neck. Her laughter was a full, not-very melodic sound that was music to his ears nonethless, as far as he could hear it over his own progressively louder laughter. It shook both of their bodies, the friction of the movement sending little jolts of pleasure through him to clash with the amusement making him breathless, making him choke on his laughs as moans tried to escape him as well.
"I can't-" She took a gasping breath in. "-believe that we-" Another wheezing breath, her words filled with the laughter choking her. "-broke the fucking bed."
"I always give you what you ask for, don't I?"
Her laughter calmed to giggles and she hummed.
"You do," she said quietly, fingers playing at his nape, brushing against the short hair, sending a shiver down his spine. "Mm… And if I ask you to come inside of me? Now."
Fuck, yes, please. He wanted that so badly, but he couldn't help but play when Kristin was teasing, because he knew she liked when he gave some back, made her work for it, played as well.
"I don't know…" He purposefully drawled. She shook her head, and he could see the fake 'fed up' expression on her face without even looking at her, the one that was always belied by the smile hidden in the corner of her mouth and the twinkle in her eyes. "Are you sure you don't actually want me to fix your bed first?"
"Forget the bed!" She slapped his biceps with one hand, scraping his nape with the fingernails of the other and wrapping her legs around his waist to squeeze him with her thighs, making him choke down a pathetic moan that he barely stifled to a growl. "I've fucked you on the floor before. And don't think I won't do it again."
"True." He chuckled. "And we still have this nice mattress…"
"Don't go-" She grunted as he thrust deep into her once more. "-breaking it -mph!- too. Fuck!"
Her grip tightened on him as she began to make those raw, needy, and entirely intoxicating cries of hers once more, the ones that twisted his arousal painfully tight in his gut. He could probably make her come again, but that's not what she asked for. And fuck him, it wasn't in him to deny her anything, he was such a lovesick idiot.
Fuck, she might get there anyway, and why was it so fucking hard for him to just let go, to indulge in his own pleasure? It felt so unbelievably good, and also so agonizing, pure torment to be just on the edge of a spectacular orgasm and unable to get there because he just couldn't fucking let go, couldn't take something purely for himself.
But she'd asked him to do that.
And fuck, the strain of resisting, holding out, might just fucking kill him, felt like it would break him, his muscles beginning to ache as he kept up the pace and rigor of his thrusts, sweat coating his skin, his lungs beginning to burn, and every nerve in his body feeling stretched so taut and thrumming and about to break if only-
"Just let go." Kristin's voice was somehow strained and breathless but also so gentle and sweet, her grip on his shoulders softening to a tender caress. "Let me take it, taku ipo."
The term of endearment broke him, like a live wire snapping inside with an explosion of sparks, a surge of ecstasy flashing through him, tensing all of his muscles as his came deep inside of Kristin, electric and crackling, and then the blackout.
And then his senses flickering back on, Kristin's body soft and warm beneath him, still holding his spent cock inside of her, limbs wrapped around him, chest smothered beneath him, still breathing heavily, and had she come again? It was hard to tell, but her pale skin was flushed and had that light of an afterglow, and everything felt very… damp and sticky. But either way, her breathing probably should've evened out by now, if she wasn't being crushed by him.
Idiot.
He rolled off from her onto his back, groaning as his body made him aware of how much he'd pushed some of his muscles. Maybe he should've stretched first. Maybe he needed a deep tissue massage. Maybe he just needed-
He reached for Kristin, and she willingly came, snuggling up along his side and a little on top of him, adding to his post-ciotal bliss.
Fuck, sometimes he thought he liked the cuddles better than the sex. Of course, his brain was usually flooded with endorphines or seratonin or whatever after a fantastic orgasm, so the sex was part of the amazing cuddles, he supposed.
How long could they stay like this? The sun hadn't quite set yet, and the warmth of the evening light was just so perfect for cuddling naked in bed as the sweat cooled on their skin… Except it illuminated in stark light and deep shadow the absolute mess they'd made of Kristin's bedroom.
"Mmm… We really should put your bed back together again," he said. "This time with some industrial strength builder's glue."
"Yeah…Nah… later…" Kristin snuggled in closer, burying her face in his chest, her hold on him tightening as she threw a leg over his to further her entrapment of him.
And fuck, did he love it when she got all possessive.
So maybe he wasn't a lost cause. Maybe he could train himself to accept his partners' love and affection.
He wanted it, after all. Badly.