this, he can say, isn't something he's ever done before. allowing someone so much control of him. only henley has ever made him feel comfortable enough to let go and just be in sexual situations such as these. never had he thought lula would be on top of him, giving him soft orders, and danny definitely never saw himself obeying them. had they not broke into his apartment and fooled him with their little trick ( the latter frustrated him more than the former ), danny might have caught her some slack. or maybe not, it was hard to tell with him. either way, the road turned from rocky to smooth as soon as they survived macau together, and she's been growing on him ever since. this certain situation ( agreement? ) came with boundary setting, long conversations about each of their comfortabilities, and slow experimentation. the two had come a long way, both emotionally and sexually. as much of a surprise as it was, at least it turns out to be a pleasant one.
he wasn't always this good for her. there was something amusing about disobeying, at times, and watching a knowing lula punish him in small ways. tonight, after a long day of making decisions and overworking his brain, he had been more than willing to give up his control for awhile. head is leaned back so that he can gaze up at lula with half lidded eyes, his hands clutched tightly in the sheets to either side of them. she was using him to get off, and yet, was doing it in such a lula kind of way. danny still very much felt like a part of the process. he takes a shuddering breath, pushing down a moan that bubbles up at their words. 'i feel . . . like i could stay here underneath you forever,' words are quietly murmured up to lula, breath hitching a bit as she rolls her hips in a certain way. the praise causes a twitch in danny's fingers, sudden urge to touch her overtaking him, though not enough to disobey her previous request of keeping his hands to his sides. 'i want to . . .' danny trails off, clutching the sheets a bit tighter. 'can i touch you?' he mumbles, lashes fluttering up at lula. 'please?'
god, she adores him. no matter what, she adores him. she loves when he talks back, she loves when he listens. loves when he's sweet, loves when he flirts, loves when he's a little mean ( as long as it's just for fun. ) but there's something particularly intoxicating about when he's like this. she smiles down at him, tracing a thumb across his cheek. there's no fun in it for her unless there's fun in it for him, but his response is so utterly sweet. unable to help herself, she leans in to kiss him softly, fingers tucking under his chin. 'careful what you wish for,' she murmurs against his lips, and for good measure, contracts herself around his length with a contented sigh.
when he asks to touch her, she knows she should draw it out a little, knows that the fun comes, in part, from denial. but how is she supposed to say no to him? ( that, and the fact that she can't pretend she doesn't want him to. ) his voice, breathless, sends a delightful thrill through her. 'well, they say flattery gets you everywhere.' lula presses a kiss into his cheek. 'go ahead, honey.'
