I remember - newjeans/njz danielle
x fem reader
6k words // rekindling an old friendship in the dirtiest of ways.
It's not like you and Dani ever really hated each other - but you did have your moments. Maybe you could just chalk it up to how your lives forked in two directions. You stayed in school; she became a star. You're still in your hometown; she's in Seoul, New York, Paris, Hong Kong, L.A. You're single, and she's... well, who really knows? She's not the type to settle down.
The two of you don't talk much anymore, and the last time you did, it ended in a spat. You haven't reached out to her since. Maybe it's just easier that way. Maybe you two just don't fit in each other's lives.
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The city lights glow underneath a blanket of rain clouds; the stars are hidden, and the moon is nowhere to be seen. The streets are slick with rain, and puddles form in dips in the road. You're at a stoplight, your car idling as you wait for your turn to pass through the intersection. Even though it's late, the roads are still crowded, and the sidewalks are full of people hurrying home. It's not the most ideal weather to be driving in, but it's not all bad. You've always liked the rain.
You hear a distant rumble of thunder. In front of you is a bus stop, where a group of three people are huddled under a small roof. One of them is an older man with a briefcase, and the other is a woman with an umbrella and a raincoat. The third is a woman wearing a long, pink peacoat and a matching hat. She's holding a large bag at her side, and she's looking down at the ground.
The stoplight turns green, and you press on the accelerator, moving your car forward. The rain is coming down harder now, and it's making it difficult to see out of the windshield. The wipers are doing their best to keep up, but they're losing the battle. The traffic moves slowly, and the rain keeps falling. Your headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead of you.
As you're approaching the bus stop, the person in the pink coat looks up. She meets your gaze, and you instantly recognize her.
It's Dani.
Your jaw drops open slightly. What's she doing here, of all places? You haven't seen her in years. Not in person, at least. You've seen her on TV and in the news, of course. That's where she lives now. The last time you talked, the two of you didn't exactly part on good terms. She'd said something that rubbed you the wrong way, and you'd said something that rubbed her the wrong way, and it escalated into a shouting match. It wasn't pretty.
Now that you've seen her, though, you feel a sudden pang of regret. Maybe you were too harsh on her. Maybe you should've called her back after that. But what would you say? It's been so long, and you're not even sure if she'd want to talk to you. She's probably forgotten all about you by now.
Before you can think twice, you find yourself pulling over to the side of the road. Your car comes to a stop next to the bus stop, and you roll down the passenger-side window. The woman in the pink coat is still standing there, and she's watching you with a curious expression.
You lean over and look at her through the open window. "Dani?"
She squints at you for a moment, and then recognition dawns on her face. "Oh my god." she says, "Is that really you?"
"Yeah, it's me," you say, "Do you want a ride? It's pouring out there."
"Um, sure," she says, sounding hesitant, "I mean, if it's no trouble..."
"It's fine," you say, "Hop in."
Dani nods, and she hurries over to the car door. She opens it and climbs in, closing it behind her. The interior of the car is instantly filled with the scent of her perfume, and you feel a little dizzy.
"Hey, thanks for picking me up," she says, "I was starting to think I was gonna be stuck here all night."
"Don't mention it," you say, "I'm glad I could help."
You pull away from the curb and begin driving again and Dani begins her rant, "Ugh, what a disaster. The meeting ran late and the car never showed up, of course, it started pouring right when I left the building, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so now I'm soaked to the bone. I look like a drowned rat." She laughs bitterly and shakes her head. That's the same Dani you remember, talking a mile a minute and always quick to complain. Some things never change.
You don't answer her right away, not knowing what to say. The last words you said to her were full of anger. What could you possibly follow that up with?
"Look, about last time," Danie begins to say. Oh, here we go. The apology. You brace yourself for it, but it doesn't come. Instead, Dani just continues, "I don't even remember what we fought about. Isn't that crazy? We were both so mad at each other, but I can't remember what started it all. Can you?"
You can. Of course, you can. You remember every detail of that argument. But you don't want to dredge it all up again, so you lie, "No, I don't remember either."
"Exactly!" she exclaims, "It was stupid. All that yelling, and for what? Some petty bullshit that neither of us can even remember anymore. We were being idiots."
"We were," you agree. You weren't. You both had every right to be annoyed. But that's not the point.
"Friends?" she asks.
You nod. "Friends."
"I'm so glad the world sent you to me today," she says, grinning at you. "What a crazy coincidence. You're the first friendly face I've seen all day."
You glance at her, then quickly turn your attention back to the road. "I'm glad, too," you say. "It's good to see you again." And it is, you realize. Despite everything, despite how things ended between you, it's good to see her again.
"So where are you heading?" you ask, realising you'd been on autopilot and heading towards your apartment, not even stopping to think where she might need to be.
"I was gonna get the bus back to the hotel," Dani replies and it's followed by a ponderous silence. You know where this is going, and you can't help but feel a little bit excited by it, "But if you're headed home, maybe you'd be open to some company?"
"Yeah," you say, "That sounds nice."
"Great," she says, "Let's do it."
Your heart is beating faster, and your hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly. You can't believe you're actually doing this. You and Dani haven't spoken in years, and now you're bringing her back to your place? What are you thinking? But you know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you want to make things right between you two and that this is the perfect opportunity to do it. You're thinking about all those confusing nights you spent alone with your best friend in college, the way she'd crawl into bed with you after a party and wrap herself around you like a snake, how her lips would sometimes graze against the skin of your neck, how her hands would sometimes wander beneath your shirt. You're thinking about how much you missed her, and how much you've wanted to see her again.
-
You let Dani step in first, and she does so with an almost effortless grace. She takes off her coat and hat and then hangs them on the rack next to the door. You didn't see it before, but now that she's taken off her hat, your jaw is hanging agape. "Dani, your hair." It's short, blonde, and bobbed - a far cry from the long, brown locks you remember.
"Yeah," she says, running a hand through it, "It's new. Do you like it?"
"Yeah," you say, "It suits you."
It served as a distraction - however momentary - from the body she just revealed. She was your awakening, a year ago, and in all that time you've never been able to find someone quite like her. She's slender, with long legs and toned abs. Her breasts are small but perky, and her nipples are hard and visible through the fabric of her bra from the cold. You can't help but stare at them, and you can feel your cheeks getting warm, and you haven't even had the chance to admire her cute butt in those jeans.
"Thanks," she says, "I wasn't sure about it at first, but I think I'm getting used to it."
"Want anything? Drink? Food?" you ask, desperate to change the subject and pull your eyes away from her chest.
"Wine?" she asks and you gulp, "I've had a long day."
You nod and go to the kitchen. You open a bottle of red and pour two glasses, then bring them back out to the living room. Dani is sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She looks so comfortable and relaxed, and you can't help but smile at the sight of her. You hand her a glass of wine, and she smiles at you in return. You sit down beside her, and she takes a sip.
"Mmm," she says, "This is nice." Dani turns to you, her brows furrowing as if she's sensed your nerves. "What is it?" she asks.
"The last time we drank wine together..." you trail off, taking a drink yourself to stall for time.
"We got a little too close," she says, her voice low, "But that was a long time ago."
"Yeah," you say, "It was." You pause, not knowing what else to say. Dani doesn't seem to mind. She just sips her wine and then sets it down on the coffee table.
"Do you remember how it started?" she asks.
"I don't really want to talk about it," you say, hoping that will end the conversation.
"Oh, come on," she says, "It's not like you to be shy."
"I'm not shy," you say, "I'm just..."
"Embarrassed?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't reply, and she takes another drink. "It's okay," she says, "I mean, we were young. We were experimenting. It happens."
"Yeah," you say, "I guess."
Dani leans closer to you, and you can smell the wine on her breath. "Do you ever think about it?" she asks, "About that night?"
You can feel your face getting hot again, and you take a deep breath. "No," you say, "Not really." It's a lie. You think about it all the time.
"Really? It didn't change you?" she says. She's teasing you. She knows exactly what she's doing.
"No," you say, "Of course not." Another lie. It changed you completely.
Dani smiles and sits back. "I think about it," she says, "Sometimes. Even when I fuck a guy, sometimes, my mind will wander. It's hard to explain, but there's a different... energy to it."
"Different?" you ask.
"Yeah," she says, "Like, with a guy, everything is so... linear. There's a beginning, and an end, and there's not much room for anything else. But with you, it was like we could go anywhere. Do anything. There were no rules. No boundaries. Just... freedom."
The room is quiet. The only sounds are the ticking of the clock on the wall, the rain on the window and the beating of your heart in your ears.
"Do you know why I got mad at you? Like, really, deep down mad?" Dani asks.
You shake your head.
"Because you made me feel things that I'd never felt before," she says, "And I was scared. I was scared of what that meant, of who I was becoming. I was scared that I'd lose control of my life."
"Dani..." you start to say, but she cuts you off.
"I'm not done," she says, "After that, I went on a lot of dates. A lot of dates. I fucked so many guys. I did everything I could to prove to myself that I wasn't... that I didn't like girls. But it didn't work. It just made me more confused. And then I'd think about you, and I'd remember that night, and it would all come flooding back. And then I'd hate myself for it. I'd hate myself for wanting it. I'd tell myself that I was sick. That I needed help. That I was broken." She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "I'm still working on that."
"I'm sorry," you say, "I didn't know."
"How could you?" she replies, "It's not like we've talked in years." She sighs. "I'm not trying to blame you for anything. I'm not even sure if I'm making any sense."
"You're making sense." You take her hand, reassure her. "Dani. I lied. I changed too, after that. I've never stopped thinking about you. But I couldn't do the whole friends thing. I knew if I saw you again, I'd want more. And I thought you didn't. So... I kept my distance."
She nods, and she looks at you. You meet her gaze, and she holds it. "Even now, I want to kiss you." Her words send a jolt of electricity through your body.
"We shouldn't." It's the last thing you want to say, but you know it's the truth.
Dani sighs. "But you're so pretty." She turns away and sinks onto the couch, closing her eyes. "God, I'm a mess. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here."
"No," you say, "It wasn't a mistake." You reach out and take her hand, squeeze it gently. "We needed to talk about this."
"But now I'm just gonna lie here and fantasise about kissing you," she says, "And then I'm gonna go back to my hotel room and touch myself to the memory of that night."
"Dani..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. Your heart is pounding, and your stomach is in knots. You can feel your clit throbbing between your legs.
"Sorry," she says, "I shouldn't have said that."
"No," you say, "Don't apologize. I just... I don't want to make things worse. For you."
She opens her eyes and looks up at you. "Then kiss me."
"I can't," you say.
"Please," she says, "Just kiss me."
You look into her eyes, and you see the desire there. The hunger. The need. You know she's not going to back down, and you know that you can't resist her.
You lean down and press your lips to hers. You feel her body shudder as you kiss her, and you pull her close. Her tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan softly. You can feel her breasts against your own, and her hands on your back. You kiss her harder, deeper, and through it all you're just falling against her, sliding into her lap. Her hands slip under your shirt and slide up your sides, her thumbs rubbing against your stomach, and your ribs. You break the kiss and bury your head in her shoulder, gasping for breath. Her fingers find their way to your breasts, and she squeezes them gently. You whimper, and you can feel her smile against your neck. You reach down and begin to undo your pants, but she stops you. "No," she says, "Not yet."
"Why not?" you ask.
"Because I want to take my time," she says, "I want to enjoy this." You can't help but agree. You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but tonight, you're going to savour every moment. You lie back on the couch, and she straddles your waist. You wrap your arms around her, and she leans down to kiss you again. Her lips are soft, and her tongue is warm. You can feel her hands roaming over your body, touching you everywhere. You moan into her mouth, and she bites your lower lip. You grip her waist - her tiny little waist - and pull her down onto you. She grinds her hips against you, and you can feel her warmth radiating through your clothes.
You slide your hands up under her shirt, and she raises her arms. You lift the fabric away from her body, and she helps you pull it off. You toss it aside, and you stare at her in awe. She's wearing a bra as tiny as her pert little mounds deserve, and her skin is smooth and pale. You reach up and cup her breasts, and she arches her back.
"Your hands feel so..." she begins, but trails off. You don't need to hear the rest. You know exactly how she feels because you're feeling the same way.
"Take it off," she says. You reach behind her, and she arches her back even more, thrusting her chest out towards you. You slip open the clasp of her bra, and she slides the straps down her arms. You toss the bra aside, and she leans forward. Her breasts hang above you, her nipples inches away from your face. You lick one of them, and she gasps. You wrap your lips around it, and you suckle gently. Her hands find your hair, and she cradles your head as you worship her tits. You switch from one to the other, back and forth, until she finally pushes you away. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you.
"Now it's your turn," she says. She lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. She leans down and kisses your neck, and you close your eyes. You feel her teeth scrape across your skin, and you shiver. She moves down to your collarbone, and you feel her tongue trace its way along your shoulder. She moves further down, and her mouth finds your nipple. She sucks it into her mouth - more aggressively than you did to her - and bites down lightly. You moan, and you can feel her smile against your breast. She continues her assault on your chest, alternating between sucking and licking, biting and nipping. You run your fingers through her short blonde hair, and you pull her closer.
"Dani," you whisper. She stops and looks up at you. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. You're so wet for her. You can't take it anymore. "You're making me..."
"Me too." She takes your hand and pulls it between her thighs. You can feel the heat of her cunt through her jeans, and you groan. You press your fingers against the seam of her pants, and she grinds herself against your hand. You squeeze your legs together, and you can feel the pressure building inside of you. "I'm so horny." She rubs her crotch against your hand - hard - and her tight stomach flexes. Every roll of her body is mesmerizing. Her tight, flat tummy rolls and ripples with each gyration of her hips, her tiny, perky tits bouncing with each movement. Dani's body has always been something special, something that you could never quite get over.
"Can I... take them off?" you ask. Your fingers are already fumbling with the buttons of her jeans, and she's nodding, helping you slide them down her legs. You're both panting heavily, and your hands are shaking. You push them all the way down to her ankles, and she kicks them off. You look at her panties - cute little pink cotton - and you smile. "These are cute."
"Thanks," she says. She's blushing furiously, and her eyes are glazed over. "They're new."
"They suit you," you whisper, "But they have to go."
She nods, and she lifts her hips off of you. You slide your fingers into the waistband of her panties, and you begin to tug them down. She raises her legs in the air, and you pull them off. She lowers her legs and spreads them wide. She's completely naked now, and her pussy is glistening wet. You reach down and touch it, and you can feel the slick heat of her skin. She moans, and she grips your wrist. She guides your hand up to her clit, and she begins to grind against your fingers.
"I remember how good you are at this," she whispers. You rub her gently, circling her clit with two fingers. She moans louder, and she wraps her arms around your neck. You can feel her lips on your neck, kissing you, sucking on you. You can feel her teeth on your skin, and you shudder.
You slide one finger inside of her, and she moans again. Her walls are tight, hot, and slick. You curl your finger, and you find that spot that you know will drive her crazy. You massage it, and she gasps.
"Oh god," she moans, "Just like that. You know how I like it." You rub her faster, and harder, and she grips your shoulder. You can feel her nails digging into your flesh - hard enough to leave marks - but you don't care. She's breathing heavier, her little chest heaving, and her stomach tensing. She looks so perfect that you could just eat her - taste her - devour her. You lean forward and capture one of her nipples in your mouth again, and she cries out. You lick and suck on it, and you keep working her tight pussy with your hand. You can feel her tense up, and you know she's close.
"Dani," you whisper, "I'm gonna make you cum."
"Please," she whimpers.
You move your mouth to her other nipple, and you bite down lightly. She cries out, and her body spasms. You feel her pussy contract around your fingers, and you know she's cumming. You keep rubbing her, keep pleasuring her, letting her petite body writhe uncontrollably in ecstasy. This is everything you've been missing, and you're not letting her go without a reminder of that, so you touch her right through it all. She shakes, she sweats, she cries out your name. Her hips buck, her muscles flex, her toes curl.
She flails an arm, gently trying to push you away when she becomes too sensitive, so you relent, wrapping your arms around her instead, pulling her close into a hug.
"That was amazing," she whispers. She's breathing hard, and her hair is stuck to her forehead. Her eyes are glazed over, and her lips are parted. Dani runs her hand down your back - fingertips tickle bare skin - until it rests on your ass, where she grips tightly. "Your turn," she says.
"My turn," you repeat. It sounds surreal coming out of your own mouth. Truth is, you feel as if you could cum from the slightest touch. Dani presses her lips against yours, and you kiss her hungrily. She pushes you down flat on the couch and then moves down your body, kissing your neck, your chest, and your stomach, until she gets to your jeans. She pops the button and unzips your fly, then tugs on the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips, and she slides them down your thighs. You raise your feet, and she pulls your jeans off. You're lying on the couch in only your panties now, and Dani's staring at your exposed skin. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed.
"You're beautiful," she says. She reaches down and cups your pussy, rubbing it gently through your underwear. She leans forward, resting her forehead on yours. Her breath is warm, and she smells faintly sweet. She's still touching you - stroking you lightly, teasing you. You whimper, and you try to push yourself into her palm, but she keeps you at bay.
"Dani," you beg. You grab her wrist and try to force her hand between your thighs.
"Not yet," she whispers. She takes your wrists and pins them to the cushions above your head. You strain against her grip, but she doesn't budge. "If I let go of these," she asks, "Will you keep them there? Hands above your head?"
"Yes." You nod frantically.
Dani releases your wrists, and she places a hand on each side of your face, holding you steady. Her mouth meets yours, and she kisses you passionately. Her tongue invades your mouth, and her lips are soft. You kiss her back, and you moan into her mouth. She breaks away from the kiss and smiles at you.
"Keep them there," she repeats.
"I swear." You don't move your hands. You wouldn't dream of it. You're helpless before her; exactly where you want to be. Exactly where she wants you. Dani starts by kissing her way down your neck, nibbling on your skin, and she whispers, "You're so hot. God, I forgot how hot you were."
"Dani... Please," you whine.
"Just relax," she soothes. She reaches down and strokes your pussy again, rubbing the wet fabric of your panties against your slit. "Is this what you want?" she asks, and you shake your head.
"No," you whisper, "Take them off."
"Mm-mm." Dani shakes her head. Instead, she just hooks a single digit under the waistband and pulls them higher, the fabric rolling over your wet pussy, giving some relief in one place and uncomfortable tension in another, "Tell me how much you want this." She moves the damp cloth against your sensitive bud, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. "Do you like it when I play with you through your panties?"
"I... I love it," you stutter.
"And if I take them off?" she asks, "Will you let me fuck you?"
"I'd let you do anything," you admit. Your cheeks are burning. You can't believe that you're saying this stuff out loud. But it's true. If Dani wanted to put on a strap-on and pound you into submission right now, you'd probably let her.
"Mmmm..." she hums. She traces her finger up and down your slit, slowly, and she watches you squirm beneath her touch. She does this for minutes. Minutes. Touching, teasing, tormenting. She knows that you're on edge, that you're desperate for relief, but she just keeps dragging this out.
"I can't," you start to protest, "Dani, please." Your fists are clenched, your knuckles white. You're straining against the urge to disobey, to reach down and shove her hand harder against you. "I need you inside me."
"Mmmm..." Dani purrs. She slides your panties to the side and slides her fingers between your folds. Your juices drip onto the sofa cushions as she explores you, spreading you open, teasing your opening. Her thumb brushes against your clit, and you moan. "You're so wet," she whispers, "Are you enjoying this?"
"Yes," you answer, "More than anything."
Dani laughs softly and continues to explore you. She dips her fingers inside of you, probing you gently, and you spread your legs wider, eager for more. Her fingers slide inside you easily, and she pumps them in and out of you, causing you to buck and writhe on the couch. Her other hand comes down and presses against your abdomen, steadying you. You feel your walls clenching around her fingers, trying desperately to hold onto them, and you cry out.
You've missed this. Not just being with a girl, but this girl in particular. No one else makes you feel the way Dani does.
"Dani," you whisper.
"I'm right here," she reassures you.
"Don't stop," you beg.
"Shhh." Dani silences you with a kiss. Her lips are gentle and loving, and you surrender to her. She slides another finger inside of you, stretching you even further, and you arch your back, pressing your hips against her hand. You're fucking yourself on her fingers, grinding your hips against her palm, and you're moaning into her mouth.
You're getting closer. Closer. The tension in your body builds and builds, and you feel like you're going to explode. You're rocking back and forth now, fucking yourself with Dani's fingers, and she's matching your rhythm, letting you set the pace, encouraging you with words, "That's it, baby. Take what you need. Fuck my hand like a naughty girl."
The world goes white for a second as your climax hits. Your legs shake, your arms spasm, and your back arches. You scream loudly, and you feel yourself contracting around Dani's fingers. You ride wave after wave of pleasure, and Dani holds you tightly, keeping her fingers buried deep inside you, milking your orgasm.
As the tremors subside, you collapse backwards, exhausted. Dani removes her fingers from inside you and brings them to her mouth, cleaning you off her fingers. Your chest heaves with each breath, and you stare up at her dazedly. "You taste amazing," she says. Then she leans forward, planting kisses down your chest. When she gets to your stomach, she licks a long strip from your belly button all the way down to your mound. You squirm underneath her, and she smiles up at you wickedly. She buries her face between your legs and flicks her tongue over your clit.
"Dani," you moan. You grab a handful of her short blonde hair and pull her closer. She licks you again, and you buck your hips upward, pushing your pussy against her mouth. Dani's tongue swirls around your clit, and she sucks it into her mouth. You look down and see her staring back up at you, her bright eyes framed by her dark lashes. Her mouth is covered in your juices, and her expression is one of pure lust.
"Dani!" you exclaim. Your legs are shaking, and your whole body is trembling. Dani continues licking and sucking on your sensitive clit, and you feel yourself starting to come undone.
Dani grabs onto your thighs and spreads them apart as wide as they'll go. She slides a hand under you and cups your ass, lifting your hips slightly, bringing your pussy up to her waiting mouth. Then she attacks your clit with renewed fervour, alternating between licking and sucking.
The sensation is overwhelming. You're on fire. Dani's tongue is magical, and you don't think anyone else will ever be able to make you feel this way again. You throw your head back, pushing it into the upholstery, and you grab onto the cushions of the sofa. Your hands twist and bunch the material, and your toes curl. The waves of pleasure coursing through your body threaten to overwhelm you entirely. Dani is relentless. Her mouth works your clit, her fingers pump in and out of you, her free hand kneads your ass. It's almost too much.
You arch your back, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Dani moans into your pussy as she feels you clenching down on her fingers. She pulls away for a moment to say, "Cum for me, baby," and that's all it takes to send you over the edge.
You're not even sure what words spill from your lips, but it's probably something filthy. Your entire body convulses violently. You buck against Dani's mouth, fucking yourself against her face, riding her tongue and fingers, and your vision goes blurry. You're cumming so hard that you forget where you are. Dani holds you close throughout your orgasm, her grip on your ass tightening, her fingers inside you curling. Her mouth stays firmly attached to your clit, sucking on it, drinking you in.
As your climax subsides, you fall back down onto the couch, limp. Dani withdraws her fingers and lowers your hips back down to the cushions. She crawls up your body and kisses you deeply. You can taste yourself in her mouth.
"You're amazing," you tell her.
"So are you," she replies. She cuddles up beside you on the couch. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you're panting heavily. Dani traces patterns across your stomach, occasionally dipping lower to brush your inner thigh or tease the outer lips of your dripping pussy.
You lie there together in silence for several minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, you speak up.
"So..." you begin.
"Yeah?" Dani looks over at you.
"What happens next?"
"Anything we want," she answers. "Everything." She leans over and kisses you again, gently. You melt into it, losing yourself in the feeling of her soft lips on yours.
When the kiss ends, you open your eyes and find yourself staring into her beautiful brown ones. You smile shyly at her. "We have all night," you say.
"Do you remember that thing we wanted to try, but we both chickened out?" Dani asks. A memory flashes through your mind, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "You could take me to bed and..."
-
Dani's sprawled out, head on your pillow, legs wide, naked and glistening. She's gorgeous, and she wants you. You can't believe how lucky you are. You move close, one leg under, one leg over hers. Your bodies meet, softness to softness, heat to heat. You press your sex to hers. For a brief moment there is only lightest contact - a tantalizing awareness - and then, very gradually, you press close. Slowly enough for you to feel every exquisite sensation - and then you're locked, you fit together.
A moan escapes you, and your eyes lock. They stay focused on each other as you begin to undulate gently. Back, forth, tiny delicate circles. Each motion produces wonderful sensations, an intricate ballet of tenderness. This is unlike anything you've done before. So different from the needy grasping of earlier in the evening. The way your pussies slide against each other - you've never felt so intimate, so connected.
Dani puts her hands on your ass and hips to guide you as you rub yourselves together. Her small breasts bounce with each motion. You speed up a little, rocking back and forth, finding a rhythm. A soft hiss of pleasure comes from Dani. "That's so good," she whispers. She closes her eyes and throws her head back against the pillow. You watch her face as she enjoys the moment, and the sight of her blissful expression sends an intense surge of excitement coursing through your body.
The movements intensify, faster, harder, and less controlled. The sensations grow stronger, richer, and deeper. You feel your clit pulsing between your slick lips, and you can sense hers doing the same. A fiery pressure rises inside you. You start to feel dizzy, disoriented, overwhelmed.
Dani looks deep into your eyes with a look of raw desire and determination. She pushes upwards with her hips and pulls you down toward her simultaneously. Your bodies clash together with more force than ever. She's taking control now. Holding you firmly. Taking charge.
The change shocks you and ignites you. It's powerful, primal, erotic. Your hips slam against her with urgent need. Again, again, harder. The pleasure spikes higher and higher. The world spins around you as you surrender completely to her grasp. Higher, higher, higher...
You're falling back, reaching out behind you to prop yourself up, Dani is rising, reaching out towards you, grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your bodies keep moving together in perfect sync, sliding smoothly across each other. Everything disappears except her and the searing flames engulfing you both. You reach out to her too, you hold each other upright as you grind together. There is no sound beyond the roaring fire inside you.
"I could fuck you all day," Dani groans. "All night." She tightens her grip on your hair.
"All night," you breathe, barely hearing the words leave your mouth. Barely believing them. "I need you."
Her gaze locks on you. Her mouth hangs open in wonder. "Oh my god," she gasps. And then there's no holding back. The two of you are hurtling downhill, picking up momentum. Climax rushes inevitably closer. You give yourselves up to it entirely, careering along at full throttle. "Cum with me." And you do.
A great wave sweeps away everything but pure rapture. Time stops. Thought vanishes. Only pleasure remains. Ecstasy blasts through your body again and again in crushing waves. It feels like flying, it feels like floating, it feels like exploding stars. There is only joy - only Dani.
Forever passes.
Time returns. The explosion subsides. The tide recedes, leaving behind only warm, soft sand. Gentle lapping surf.
Dani sags gently backwards until she rests against the bed once more. You follow, collapsing limply. Skin against skin, heart beating next to heart.