She’d known she’d never be able to let go with anyone if she didn’t trust them … and she only trusted Daniel. Daniel. Maybe this arrangement couldn’t last long term, but Monica couldn’t think about that, when his skin glistened with sweat beside her, when her heart still thundered, when she felt both feverish and vulnerable and aching for his touch and his desire.
“Daniel,” she murmured.
He groaned. He was still aroused, too, for she felt his erection strike her hipbone as he dragged himself over her. He bent to gently bite down on a nipple, and the erotic, sensual pull of his teeth on the very tip made her buck with a soft cry of need.
Her pussy was soaked, the juices dripping along the folds as he slid his length between her thighs, and her core clenched in anticipation. He must know what she felt like. That just twenty-four hours from last night to now had made her feverish, made her imagine all the ways he’d take her if she called him, made her still burn for more. Something whirled around them, empowering them, their naked bodies magnetized by an inexplicable force.
He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage of pleasure overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like himself mingled with her, and at the first firm push of his tongue into her channel, she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in heat.
He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning hot. Those same hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen of sweat on her body, like he wanted to lick her up inch by inch.
Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond curls from where his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad and wicked and powerful. She tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs and bent to lick her again.
She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss. She rubbed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh against her fingers. Her nipples pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were, against the insides of her thighs. Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her pussy.
She didn’t know how many licks he gave her, but every cell in her body felt the thrusts of his tongue as it probed her, tasted her, fucked her. Her skin tightened in delicious agony, her muscles clenching until she snapped and tossed her head, pumping beneath him, sobbing in pleasure.
He growled to her in answer and lapped the juices flowing from her orgasm, and it struck her with such force her legs swung closed and he urged them apart with his shoulders as he penetrated her with his tongue, the pleasure absolute. Exquisite. The second he added his fingers into her channel, she heard herself almost choke with a bubbling sound that erupted from her chest, her breasts throbbing to be kissed and caressed, too, and suddenly, she came again in his mouth.
After he pushed her through that unexpected orgasm, he came up to fiercely kiss her mouth, making her eat all of her pleasure from him. “I’ve still got more for you, Monica.”
She nodded in gratefulness and bit her lip to keep from moaning, was still shaking with arousal. What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? She ached to feel his erection in her body. In all the places he wanted to put it. She whimpered needily as he tore open another condom packet, and as he sheathed himself, she noticed there were still some more packets on the nightstand. Monica didn’t know how many he’d brought but the thought that he’d been expecting to fuck her more than made her want to whimper and beg him to use them all on her.
He rolled her onto her stomach and flattened her down on the bed, caressing the curves of her buttocks, his voice thick with desire.
“There, that’s better,” he said into her ear from behind, the slide of his large hands along her spine, her bottom, sending a new surge of arousal surging through her. “I can hit your G-spot from here, and it’ll set you off like a rocket,” he murmured, his voice rough and raw, completely alien to her. He teased the slit of her pussy down between her slightly parted legs with his thumb, gently prodding it for wetness.
She fought to breathe and, although she was still flat on the bed, she slightly lifted her buttocks, seeking his touch.
He seized her wrists and urged her hands up, forcing her fingers to curl around the forged iron headboard. “Hold on here in case I push harder than you expect,” he murmured, sticking his tongue into her ear quickly, shooting a bolt of pleasure down her legs.
She held on, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. Her entire body trembled in eagerness, in need, and she wondered if you could want something so badly and not break, not come apart from it. He used one hand to pass along her breasts, then one down to stroke her pussy. His chest pressed into her back as he caressed her clitoris, and it felt so sensitive, the air hissed out of her.
He groaned against her neck, and she felt his teeth, tugging at the skin between her neck and collarbone as his cock settled between her ass cheeks, rubbing there and sweetly torturing her with his hardness. His nearness. “Your pussy’s so wet, the honey keeps coming out,” he said as he pulled her to her knees, while her cheek still rested against the pillow.
She was so aroused she felt tears in her eyes. He tunneled his fingers into her cleft and then rubbed them along the length of his hard shaft, lubricating himself with her sex juices.
She whimpered anxiously, her sex swelling in anticipation, waiting for him. His cock was so big she feared now nothing would fill her anymore but him. He was so much a man she dreaded she would always feel empty without him inside her. “Daniel.”
He opened her cheeks apart and looked down at her. “You’re anxious, I know, I’ll make you come soon.”
She nodded, already perspiring in anticipation, her heart thundering in her ears. She’d never wanted all these things. She’d never even thought she could have them. Now she thought she’d die if he didn’t give them to her. He smeared her pussy cream into his cock and then she felt him part her with his length.
Her muscles seemed to close around him, her pussy rippling as she sucked him in deeper.
“Daniel,” she begged, rocking her hips back to him. His fingers of one hand stroked across her tingling clitoris, and then she felt his other hand grab and squeeze one of her ass cheeks.