Chapter 2 — Blinding Sunlight - 1 (2)

I fell asleep leaning on Daniel Lee's arm, my body nestled against his. It felt like only a short nap, but when I opened my eyes, quite some time had passed.

Daniel Lee was asleep too—the TV chattered on by itself, filling the silence. My arm ached from being used as a pillow, yet I'd kept lying on it the whole time.

Carefully, I slipped my arm free and pulled a pillow under my head. Then, quietly reaching for the remote, I turned the volume down as low as it would go and switched to a golf channel.

It all felt like a dream. The past two weeks with Daniel Lee, the sex we'd just had—it seemed unreal, impossible.

But there I was, still naked beside him, breathing in his scent, feeling the warmth of his skin.

The lingering thrill of the most exhilarating sex of my life hadn't faded at all.

This was undeniably real.

As I watched TV, I gently stroked his sleeping form, my hand drifting down until I touched his member.

Soft and pliant, it fit perfectly in my palm as it lay curled to the side.

I gently fondled it for a moment, then moved lower, touching his balls.

Two heavy orbs hung loosely beneath.

When I returned my hand to his member, I noticed it had already begun to grow—harder, thicker.

He must have been half-awake, responding even in sleep.

I gripped it in my hand—slender, perhaps, but impressively long.

Completely different from my husband's. This was only the second man's member I'd ever touched in my life.

So they're not all the same, I thought.

Definitely longer than my husband's. And somehow less rigid, softer in texture.

I spent a while gently stroking him before finally getting up to use the bathroom.

Looking down, I saw dried semen crusted around my pubic area.

I peed, then quickly rinsed myself off with the showerhead.

He must have come a lot. I'd cleaned up earlier, yet there was still residue oozing out.

Back in the room, I picked up my discarded panties and put them on. The clock read 2 a.m.

I slipped back into bed beside Daniel Lee, lying down softly.

“Are you done touching me now?”

He pulled me close with one arm, speaking quietly.

“Hmm? You weren't asleep?”

“Nope. Woke up because you were touching me… it felt good, so I pretended to keep sleeping. ^^”

“Oh, come on…”

“Hurry up and touch me again…”

I reached out once more, wrapping my hand firmly around his hardening member.

“Could you suck me off?”

He asked with a playful, pleading tone.

“Fine.”

As soon as I agreed, he pulled the blanket down below his knees. I sat up and brought my mouth to him.

A low moan escaped his lips.

I took him deep, sucking carefully, lovingly. One hand gently massaged his balls.

“Try doing this…”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me toward his face.

I spread my legs as he guided me, lifting my ass over his mouth.

He pulled me down and began sucking my pussy.

We stayed like that for a long time—69 position—devouring each other.

Before I knew it, I was gripping his shaft with one hand, licking his balls with my tongue.

Daniel Lee sucked my clit fiercely, then slowly slid his tongue upward, closer and closer to my anus.

“Ahh, not there…”

“Why? Don't you like it?”

“It's dirty.”

“What are you talking about? I think it feels amazing…”

At first, I resisted, but after giving in, the sensation of Daniel Lee's tongue on my asshole started turning me on.

It tickled at first, then became intensely stimulating.

Soon, Daniel Lee couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up on his knees behind me.

I raised my hips, bent forward, positioning myself to take him fully.

His cock pushed deep inside me.

“Ahh…”

I moaned, feeling every inch of him.

He began thrusting hard, powerful strokes that drove deep.

From behind, it felt like he went deeper than ever.

His cock slammed into sensitive spots inside me, sending shockwaves through my body.

He pounded into me so hard our flesh slapped together with a rhythmic thud.

“Ahhh… I'm going crazy… baby…”

“Hahh… hahh… you like it?”

“Yes… so much…”

Encouraged by my moans, he thrust even harder.

The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in rhythm.

Again and again, I felt my mind blank out, dizziness washing over me.

Something incredible was happening—each time his cock brushed a certain spot inside me, electric shivers surged through my entire body.

I'd done this position with my husband before, but never felt anything like this.

Daniel Lee's cock was clearly different.

At first, the spasms came only when he hit that spot. But as he kept going, the pleasure built into a constant, full-body tremor.

Then, suddenly—my mind went completely white.

Thoughts vanished. I felt weightless, floating.

No sound came from my mouth. My body wasn't mine anymore—just drifting, suspended.

I lost consciousness for a moment, utterly limp.

All strength drained from me. I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move.

For a long time, I lay facedown, motionless. The tingling ecstasy lingered across my skin.

Daniel Lee half-lay on top of me, panting heavily.

Gradually, we both came back to ourselves. He lifted himself up.

“You're insane. Was it really that good?”

“Mmm… yes. So good…”

“That's why you leaked everywhere? lol”

“What?”

“Look down. Haha…”

Confused, I propped myself up—only to see the sheet beneath my hips soaked and damp.

When I sat up fully, I realized the entire area was drenched.

“Oh my god! What is this?”

“What do you think? That's what you squirted earlier. Haha…”

“No way…”

“Seriously! Don't you remember? You shot liquid forward, then collapsed—you kept squirting even after!”

“Oh my god… I can't believe this… what happened to me…”

I couldn't comprehend it—but clearly, I'd been so overwhelmed that I didn't even realize I'd lost control.

“Man, you're something else. You almost killed me—I thought I was gonna die.”

“But what do we do about this?”

“What can we do? Just leave it. We'll go.”

We cleaned up quickly and got dressed.

Staying on the wet bed wasn't an option, and since we were both awake anyway, heading home made sense.

When we stepped out of the motel, Daniel Lee still reeked of alcohol.

“You stink of booze. You can't drive.”

I took the car keys from him and slid into the driver seat.

“I'll drop you off, then sleep in the car for a bit.”

But as I drove toward my apartment, I felt bad leaving him to sleep in the car.

Pulling into the parking lot, I turned to him.

“Don't be silly. Stay over at my place tonight.”

“Really? Is it okay? No one's home?”

“No one's there.”

I led Daniel Lee upstairs.

Soon, we were lying together in my bed, wearing only underwear, close and tender.

He told me what had happened from his perspective.

He'd been thrusting deeply, nearing climax, when suddenly his cock slipped out. At that moment, he said, my pussy gushed a stream of liquid.

Then I collapsed forward—and kept squirting, even lying down.

Seeing that, he got so turned on he came all over my thigh.

“I've heard some women squirt when they're excited, but I've never actually seen it happen. Has it ever happened to you before?”

“No… seriously, never. I didn't even know I did it…”

“That's insane how turned on you got… haha.”

“Yeah… I've never experienced sex like that before…”

“Oh really? Well then, from now on, I'll make sure you go completely wild every single time. Hehehe.”

Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten. We held each other tightly and drifted off to sleep.

It had been the best sex of my life. That kind of orgasm—unlike anything I'd ever known.

I'd never felt such intense, prolonged ecstasy before.

We didn't wake until late the next morning. We ate a quick breakfast, then made love once more.

Daniel Lee left in the afternoon, reluctant to go.

Even alone at home, just thinking about last night made my pussy ache with dull, pleasant soreness.

That first time with Daniel Lee had given me a passion beyond imagination—blinding, unforgettable.