Following the ice, he bent his head and gently suckled, warming her cooled nipple with his mouth for one long, heady minute, before the ice returned. She clamped her teeth and tossed her head back, her pussy creaming in relentless need as the ice made contact with the heated flesh of her nipples again. “Are you thinking of anything … but the way the ice melts into your skin?” His voice was so rough, she hardly understood him.
The ice left a wet path down her stomach, and she was so fevered, she could see it melt as he guided it lower, lower, until he caressed the slit of her pussy with it.
She gasped when it circled her clit, the cool moisture contrasting with the burning heat of her body, shocking her system so she felt breathless and desperate, tunneling her fingers through his silken hair.
Daniel brought the melting ice cube back to his mouth. It was coated with her juices, and he suckled on it as he came back to kiss her, where it finally melted into water in their mouths.
He reached for her hands and stretched her arms out over her head, stroking his thumbs deeply into her open palms, almost in a fucking motion that drove her deeper and deeper into mindless lust.
“Are you thinking of anything right now? Except wanting to be filled with this…?” He teased his cock along her slit, rubbing in sinuous temptation against her soaked entrance.
His hands slid down her arms fast and urgently, cupping the mounds of her breasts, then clenching her thighs wider apart with his fingers.
There was urgency thrumming inside her, desperate urgency, desperate need. She could feel it in the chatter of her teeth, the tremors lacing to her extremities. She could feel it in him, too, as the head of his erection roughly slid back and forth across her folds, his face tight as he watched her face melt with what he did to her.
Monica didn’t want him to see how badly she was drowning in this … but she had no strength to pretend.… She didn’t know who this woman was, but this woman whimpered and curled her legs around Daniel’s hips like she thought he belonged to her. This woman was digging her ankles into his backside as she bit his neck and sucked a mouthful of tight, salty tasting skin into her mouth, urging him with a deep moan that sent a tremor through his big body.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he said gutturally, and smoothly fitted his mouth to hers, his kiss so deep and thorough her lips tingled when he went lower to torture her neck and collarbone. She raked her fingers along his back as a painful ache throbbed within her, squeezing and clenching, making her twist to him to get closer.
He’d awakened something inside her, and she didn’t have the mind for anything else now. All day, every second, she’d been having sex with this man in her head.…
“Please, I want to know what it feels like to come with a man inside me…,” she begged, tugging at the flesh of his earlobe with her teeth.
He growled and took her lips in a sexually arresting kiss that left her breathless and panting. When he tore free, his eyes were dark green flames, looking down on her as he tore open a condom packet. “Any man, or your new fuck buddy?”
She felt him prod her with the tip of his erection as soon as it was fully sheathed, and her pussy clenched in desperate anticipation. “You, Daniel. You…,” she moaned.
He edged an inch into her and withdrew as she gasped in welcome. “You like that?”
She was breathless, drowning in his eyes, in his strong body, undulating so he would please push himself inside her. “Daniel…,” she began, not knowing what to say, her brain foggy with desire.
He swiped his tongue around the peak of one breast, then blew air across the moistened crest. “Tell me how much you like that,” he said.
Her skin prickled pleasurably when he repeated this delicious torture with her other nipple, and she mewed faintly and rolled her head. “Daniel…”
“So you want to come like this?” His hands clenched on hers as he braced up on his muscled arms, entered her briefly with the head of his cock and withdrew.
A pulsing knot of need tightened in her core, his merciless teasing shooting ripples of need across her system. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“Do you want this?”
He thrust his cock fully inside her, making her whimper at the complete penetration, stretching her taut so that she twisted beneath him. “Yes!”
He withdrew, his chest heaving, a wild pulse fluttering at his thick throat. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
He thrust back inside her the instant she said that, and her moan was drowned out by his growl of pleasure.
Nothing in her life had prepared her for the way she would feel when he penetrated her. He was big. Bigger than anyone before him. Almost too big. He moved with expert precision, his hips rocking into her, every inch of her insides stretched around him, gripping him greedily, almost screaming in agony every time he pulled out.
She’d never thought she’d be the kind of woman to whimper like he made her whimper, breathless, gripping him to her so that he wouldn’t stop.
Her lashes felt heavy, but she fought the urge to close her eyes out of a sheer, soul-consuming need to watch his face contort in ecstasy as he came again. He was taking her there, higher and higher with every gut-wrenchingly delicious stroke, and she frantically urged him with her hands, with the fast movements of her hips. She wanted not to miss it when he climaxed … this time he would climax inside her … how would his face break when he climaxed inside her?
Suddenly he increased the tempo and drew back to watch her, their only union his long shaft, sliding into her heat, in and out, in and out, until he plunged to the hilt and stayed, and she felt the powerful jerks of his ejaculation within her sheath.… As soon as she saw that look on his face, harsh and completely undone, a crazy explosion of colors and convulsions rushed through her, until she was limp beneath him and thoroughly boneless.
Minutes after, he made a deep, rumbling sound of protest as though he didn’t want to move but had to, and he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to pull off the condom and wad it inside, then he set it aside and slumped facedown beside her.
Sprawled on the bed on her back, Monica was still panting, still burning and in pain. It had been torture, sweet, but torture all the same, to think of this all day. She’d worried he’d be busy tonight, that she’d made a mistake, that she should do it just one more time, that she should never do it again, all her emotions had come to the forefront, all her insecurities from years of trying not to wonder what it felt like to really let go with a man.