I Thought I Hated Him Ch. 04

"Sweet Jesus, Clara," Daniel growled as my finger traced his hard-on through his trousers.

I tried to hide my amazement. I hadn't seen it yet, but it was definitely big. I smiled saucily, liking very much having Daniel under my command even if it was only for a moment.

He reached out and grasped my wrist firmly, stopping my exploration. "Keep that up and we'll have a mess."

I laughed. "So is that lesson number two?"

Daniel arched an eyebrow, a sarcastic look etched on his handsome face. I reached up and ran my hands through the greying hair at his temples; his dark hair was soft.

"I'm not as young as I used to be, Clara." Daniel chuckled. "I've got to make this last as long as possible."

"You're not exactly old, Daniel," I chided.

"Well, I'm not exactly young either, and I don't want to rush this."

I nodded. Now that I'd had my first orgasm I wasn't in such a rush myself. I wanted to explore just as much as ever, but the urgency was gone; an aching sense of curiosity filled its place.

I shifted my position on the couch so I could curl up beside Daniel. He put an arm around me, fitting me automatically against the hard length of his torso. His hand wandered lazily up the length of my arm and played absentmindedly with an escaped tendril of my hair.

Daniel watched the progression of the curl through his slender fingers with hawk-like intensity. "I've never been with a redhead before," he confessed. "Where'd the red hair come from anyhow? I thought you were Hungarian."

"My Dad's Hungarian. My Mum is Irish."

"Which explains the temper," Daniel chuckled lowly.

"Temper? What temper?" I batted my eyelashes teasingly.

"You better be kidding," Daniel laughed, playing with the auburn curl. "Is all your hair red?"

I giggled, liking both the comfortable heat of Daniel's body and the impertinent note in his voice. "Yup."

"Really?" Daniel drawled slowly. "And to think, there are bets at work that you're not a natural redhead."

"Really?" I echoed, feeling a flash of my temper ignite. "The guys talk about me?"

Daniel nodded before leaning past me to pick up my discarded bra. "36 D," he read aloud, flicking the lacy black lingerie to the floor. "Looks like I win that pool, too."

I couldn't help but laugh, even though the thought of Daniel gossiping about me in lunchroom at work pissed me off. Somehow I knew he was teasing; he hated gossip.

"Cooled off a little yet?" I joked, feeling the heat of Daniel's gaze across my breasts.

"No," growled Daniel. "Not in the least. You?"

I shook my head.

"This is your last chance to change your mind, Clara." Daniel's voice was hard, but I was starting to recognize his coldness for what it was: a defence mechanism.

"I'm not leaving Daniel. You'll just have to put up with me."

Daniel traced a line of freckles across my abdomen, stopping just below the underside of my left breast. "I think I can manage that, if you can put up with me."

"I've gotten this far without decking you," I laughed. "I should be able to hold out for a few more hours."

"A few hours?" Daniel remarked snidely, "You're not going anywhere until Monday."

"Oh really?" I asked sarcastically. "What if I have plans this weekend?"

"Do you really have anything better to do than be with me?" Daniel's voice dripped with faked derision.

"Cocky ass bastard," I mumbled, trying not to laugh. "Now you're just trying to make me mad."

"Is it working?"

I pinched his arm. "You're an ass, do you know that?"

"And you're a brat, so we're even." Daniel's voice was low and right in my ear; it sent shivers straight to my toes.

I opened my mouth to reply but Daniel growled threateningly. "Just shut up for once, Clara. Please?"

I bit my lip, blushing.

Daniel traced the underside of my breast, running his fingers lightly over the rounded swell to my nipple. I moaned at the contact but said nothing. Daniel chuckled deeply into my hair and continued his exploration. Within minutes I was frantic for Daniel to take us one step further, but again he completely in control and in no hurry.

"You're wearing too many clothes," he rumbled harshly in my ear. "Take off your pants."

"What about you?" I countered teasingly; I was dying to see what was underneath the expensive shirt and tie.

"This isn't about me," Daniel shot back. "Take off your pants."

I obeyed silently, standing to remove my pinstriped trousers, my insides shaking.

"Leave the panties," Daniel commanded gruffly, watching me intently with his silver eyes. The expression on his face was intense, single-minded; I'd only ever seen the same look when he worked. My hands were trembling so badly I could hardly control them.

"Lie down."

I lay back on the couch, leaning away from Daniel. He drew my legs up onto his lap gently, caressing their humble length and peeling off my socks without words.

Under Daniel's probing gaze I felt beautiful, desirable. The lines of his face were stonily inscrutable, but his eyes flashed hotly and there was a small quirk at the corner of his mouth which gave him away; he was liking this, and liking it a lot.

Daniel lazily traced the outline of my body while I lay powerless under his touch.

"These are naughty," he murmured, running a finger across the edge of my panties.

"They match the bra," I gasped; he was so close to where I wanted him to be.

"I noticed." Daniel's voice was pitched lowly and edged with humour.

I laughed; I couldn't help it. The entire situation was absurd, really. Me, practically naked in front of the Dragon, and loving every minute of it; I never would have thought it possible.

Daniel's hand strayed down over the black lace of my panties, tickling the auburn curls beneath the fabric.

"You are a redhead," he chuckled. "I like it."

I watched Daniel's appraisal of me with a rapidly beating heart, feeling like I was under a microscope, wanting desperately to meet his exacting standards; I didn't want to contemplate what might happen if I didn't.

A month ago I was my own woman: young, independent, strong-willed, ambitious; but that was before Daniel came crashing into my life and made me question everything I thought about myself, everything I felt and thought. Again I was shocked to realize that Daniel's approval of me mattered a lot; I fiercely wanted him to like my work, my body; hell, I just wanted him to like me. And it frightened me a little, because I didn't know what that meant.

Daniel grabbed my hand, moving it down between my legs and holding it there. "Touch yourself," he instructed.

I froze. "Uh, Daniel?"

"I want to see you touch yourself," Daniel growled, removing his own hand, leaving mine behind. "Don't you ever do that?"

I blushed furiously.

"Tell me."

"N-no. I can't," I stammered.

"Clara," Daniel rumbled warningly. "When was the last time?"

I turned my head and buried it into a couch cushion. I could feel my blush burning my cheeks and spreading tellingly downwards. My hand remained motionless above my auburn curls.

"Tell me, Clara. I need to know. When?"

"Last night," I whispered, unable to look at him, embarrassed that Daniel had the power to make me confess to something that even the Pope wouldn't be able to pull from me. It's not that I thought myself a prude; I'd had my fair share of sexual encounters, but something about Daniel made me feel young and inexperienced. I hadn't felt so shy since I was an awkward teenager getting my first kiss.

"Did you come?" Daniel's voice wobbled slightly.

I nodded.

"What were you thinking about?" Daniel asked gruffly. I wondered if I imagined the hesitation in his voice.

"You," I whispered raggedly.

There was silence. I turned my face from its hiding place to eye Daniel warily. He had laid his head back against the couch; his eyes were closed and his throat was working furiously.

"Good God, Clara," he croaked. "I could come right now, without touching it."

"I know," I moaned. "Me too."

"This is crazy. You're crazy; no woman has ever affected me the way you do." Daniel opened one blue-grey eye to watch me warily.

I had to smile; Daniel's admission was as close to a declaration of approval than I ever thought I'd hear from him. I laughed. "I haven't done anything yet."

Daniel arched a familiar eyebrow. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

"Do you still want me to touch myself?" I asked teasingly, relishing the shift in power which had just taken place between us; I was sure it wouldn't last long.

Daniel chuckled. "Normally I wouldn't say no, but I don't think I'm capable of waiting much longer." He turned to face me more fully and his remarkable silver eyes blazed with heat. "I want to fuck you Clara, now."

We both moved at once, meeting halfway across the couch, tongues connecting instantly. I fought with Daniel's shirt buttons as his large, capable hands found their way beneath my panties to clutch frantically at my ass.

Button after button slipped away to reveal a broad, pleasantly toned chest underneath. I ran my hands over it in wonder, loving the way his crisp, dark hair felt to touch. Daniel might be fifteen years my senior, but he was obviously working at keeping in shape. I positively purred; broad shoulders and muscular arms are an absolute weakness of mine.

Daniel broke our kiss to trail his mouth hotly down to my neck, finding almost instantly the spot which makes me positively melt and giving it his full attention. I panted frantically, pushing his shirt from his shoulders before turning my efforts to his belt buckle. Beneath Daniel's perfectly tailored trousers his erection was a formidable presence; I could hardly wait to see it.

"Clara," Daniel gasped as I fumbled with his fly. "Clara."

I raised my head and our eyes met. There was a blatant doubt painted across Daniel's handsome face which almost broke my heart; he was so amazingly gorgeous. I ran my hands up to brush a wayward lock of dark hair from his forehead.

"Yes?" I whispered huskily.

"If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now," Daniel said uncertainly. It was the first time I had ever seen him hesitate. "I don't want you to hate me in the morning."

I laughed lowly, tracing the outline of his rugged features, running one shaking finger over the swell of his lips. "I already hate you Daniel," I teased, pleased to see his smile bloom under my fingertips. "And I don't want to stop."

"Thank God," Daniel growled, pulling my panties to my knees with a swift jerk. "And I promise I'll make the second time better."

I watched Daniel remove his pants and boxers shorts with no breath in my body and heard his promise through a fog of frantic passion. Vaguely I wondered how it was possible for the second time to be better than the first, but knew that if anyone was capable of topping that moment, it would be Daniel.

His erection emerged in all its generous glory and I couldn't resist the urge to touch it. I wrapped my hand around Daniel's hot girth and almost laughed; Daniel Sutcliffe had always, at every moment, both surprised me and exceeded my expectations; it just seemed to be a skill he had.

"Sweet Jesus, Clara," Daniel hissed as I became better acquainted with his erection. I giggled at the catch in his voice, I couldn't help it; I wanted to glory in the undeniable fact that he wanted me, it made me feel like I had the upper hand, if only for a moment.

Daniel pushed me back onto the couch, drawing off my panties the rest of the way; he stood to remove the rest of his clothing too, tossing each article heedlessly over his shoulder. His handsome face was painted with deliberate intensity as he watched me recline under him; I knew every freckle, every curve, every flaw was being noted and catalogued in his clever mind, and I prayed silently that I wouldn't live to regret that moment.

Daniel Sutcliffe towering over me, completely and gloriously naked, is an image I'm not likely to ever forget. I'd never wanted any man the way I wanted Daniel at that moment: recklessly and frantically and without question. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me, and one look at his face revealed that Daniel wanted the same.

He lowered himself down on top of me, the contact of my skin against his sent shivers from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. Daniel's own breathing was harsh and quick as he kissed me, sweeping me up in the frenzied wave of passion so strong it drove all thought and hesitation from my mind. I could feel the scalding heat of his cock pressing against my inner thigh and I shifted, trying to move myself into a better position.

"I can't wait," Daniel growled impatiently into my mouth, moving himself closer as I spread myself open; he braced himself above me with his strong arms and I grabbed frantically onto their solid strength, desperate for something to hold on to.

"Then don't," I gasped, feeling the unyielding length of him make contact with the hot pool between my legs.

"Oh my God," we both moaned at the same time; I laughed but Daniel remained stoic. His silver eyes stayed focussed on mine as I felt the head of his cock make its way inside me. My wail was loud and long as Daniel slowly drove himself home.

Fully sheathed, Daniel rested his forehead against mine, taking several deep breaths while I clutched madly at his arms, feeling incredibly full but needing something more.

"Don't move," Daniel whispered roughly as I wiggled impatiently beneath him. He closed his eyes and I fought the urge to crow loudly; Daniel 'the Dragon' Sutcliffe was on the edge of losing control and I was the one who had brought him there. I felt like shouting from the rooftops until Daniel flexed his hips and distracted me utterly.

Sensation and heat; those were the only things I could think of, could feel. Daniel's generous length deep inside me, the solid wall of his body above me, the building pressure within me; all of these combined to make me feel inexorably like I was losing my mind with pleasure.

Daniel thrust again, withdrawing slowly before plunging back; each repeated drive made me cry out. Still braced on one arm, Daniel's other hand made contact with my breast, finding the nipple and pinching it forcefully, drawing from me an inhuman wail of bliss Instantly I flew over the edge, peaking in an orgasm the likes of which I'd never before experienced; I could feel every inch of Daniel as my muscles contracted strongly around him.

My orgasm bridged from one to the next as Daniel kept up his rhythm, muttering incoherently and grasping my breast with an iron grip. I wrapped my legs around his hips and kissed him hard, desperate for him to finish, all the while hoping it would never end.

"You are so amazingly tight," Daniel groaned as our kiss ended. "So fucking perfect."

The compliment registered faintly in my lust-addled brain. I smiled and tightened my grip on Daniel's upper arms before angling my hips to better meet his enthusiastic thrusts.

"I want you to come, Daniel," I gasped as I was hit by another wave of sheer ecstasy. "Please."

"Always so polite," Daniel said, chuckling deeply; his voice dropped another octave. "Where?"

I dug my fingernails into Daniel's arms. "In me," I whispered breathlessly, feeling myself blush and not caring; I'd never spoken like that to another person before in my life. "Come inside of me Daniel, please."

His completion was accompanied by a fierce roar of satisfaction and I could feel each spasm of his cock as he emptied himself inside of me, the knowledge and sensation pushing me once more over the edge of my own fulfilment. Daniel's weight was considerable as he collapsed on top of me; he pressed me heavily into the couch, and I didn't care.

I ran my hands up over the smooth, rock-hard breadth of his shoulders, stroking his back, struggling to regain my breath. Daniel buried his head in the tangle of auburn curls at my neck and sighed gustily. We remained silent for a long time, waiting for the frantic pace of our heartbeats and breathing to subside.

"Come to bed," Daniel finally muttered into the expectant silence. "I'm getting too old for this."

I couldn't help but laugh as Daniel untangled his sweaty limbs from my own and stood uncertainly to his feet; he offered me a hand up as I peeled myself from the couch. I watched greedily as he wandered towards what I assumed was the bedroom. It was strange that I'd just had amazing sex with the Dragon and the only thought running through my head as he walked away was that he had a great ass.

Daniel paused in the dark doorway, looking over his shoulder, and arching an impossibly cocky eyebrow. "You coming or what?" He held out his hand and smiling, I rushed to take it.

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When I awoke the next morning I was alone. The dull, pinkish-grey light spilling in the un-curtained windows hinted that it was hardly dawn; from my position in Daniel's bed I could only see the very tops of the city skyscrapers beyond.

Sighing, I rolled over and contemplated the empty pillow beside me. Daniel had woken me once in the night to make love again, proving once more that he was very, very good at it. It had been a slower coupling, tender and intimate, made more so by the inky dark of three a.m. He'd been right when he said he'd make the second time better; it had been, and the lingering ache between my thighs proved it.

And now he was gone and I wondered where and why. To spare us that awkward waking-up-together moment? To avoid all those cliché things virtual strangers say after a night together? I realized with a jolt that I was angry that Daniel had disconnected himself first; it meant he had the upper hand again.

I slid from Daniel's bed, and finding his robe slung over a nearby chair, pulled it on over my naked body; the room was chilly and I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through me as the soft terrycloth enveloped me; it smelled wonderfully like Daniel.

I slipped my feet into an overly-large pair of slippers and hesitantly I emerged from the bedroom back into the main living area of Daniel's apartment; he wasn't there, nor was he in the kitchen, but I could hear a strange, drawn-out thumping from further down the hall. Curious, I tiptoed in the direction of the noise.

I paused in the dining room where another short hallway branched off; in the large mirror hung on one wall I could see the reflection of the room beyond and Daniel. He was clad in shorts and t-shirt, his skin shimmered with perspiration and his dark hair was slick against his forehead. He was running on a treadmill and the look on his face was darkly aggressive. I watched his reflection for a time, marvelling at the intensity with which he tackled his workout, half-scared of the forbidding scowl on his handsome face. Silently, I slipped back to the kitchen, not at all happy to have intruded, however inadvertently, on Daniel's private time.

I made myself at home in the kitchen, acquainting myself with the coffeemaker, and trying to make as little noise as possible. There was a large bowl of fruit on the counter and I helped myself to a peach as the coffee brewed. Our dirty dishes from the night before had disappeared, and I couldn't help but wonder if Daniel had slept at all, or if he always got up at the crack of dawn; Saturdays could usually find me sleeping until noon.

I managed to find a mug and cream and sugar, and taking my coffee I stole out to the balcony to welcome the morning. It was chilly as I curled up on a reclining lounger and tucked my feet up under Daniel's generous robe to keep them warm. With the mug of coffee clutched in my hands and the rest of me wrapped in Daniel's bathrobe, I was pretty snug as I watched the sun come sparkling up the glass exteriors of the skyscrapers.