He cupped her breasts and grunted, an animalistic sound, as she climbed over him, his palms engulfing them, torturing the small mounds, teasing the nipples into hardened little points that hurt.
She lowered herself as he gently sank his teeth around the base of one nipple, the sensations multiplying by the addition of his teeth as his tongue laved and swiped, suckled and suctioned. She floated in only feeling, only lust, only him.
He gave wild, primal little lust bites at her neck, her ear, and gripped her hips as he came back up, eyes fixated on her face. “Tell me you want me inside you, Monica.”
It came out in a desperate rush. “I want you inside me.”
His lips pressed down on hers with devastating gentleness as he gripped her by the waist, then he lowered her, slowly, as lost in it as she was, as desperate to be completely buried in her as she was to be completely penetrated. He held her down, gently gripping her hips.
“Tilt your hips, and tell me how it feels,” he rasped, as inch by inch, his hot, hard length advanced inside her. “Yeah,” he breathed, and she tilted her hips until she felt her body contract around him, her sex swallowing him entirely.
“Daniel,” she gasped, and a sound a little like pain squeaked out of her when they were fully joined, and he eased back.
“Am I too thick? Too big?” he gruffly asked, but she quickly begged, “Please, don’t leave me empty,” only to realize he had intended to lift her and pull her back down.
The sound tearing off her this time was all pleasure. He closed his eyes and set his forehead on hers for a moment, her heart thundering, their bodies melded, throbbing in unison, and nothing had ever felt like this. She gripped his jaw and set her lips on his, kissing him.
He groaned as though relieved to be surrounded by her, as though he’d been desperate for her flesh to massage him, hold him, caress him. He pulsed within her. Firm and warm.
When her hands clutched his shoulders and urged him, he inhaled through his teeth, flung his head back, and started to move with her. Her body clenched around his as she bounced slowly up and down. Her hips tilted vigorously, meeting his thrusts, progressively faster, seemingly deeper. He bit down on her shoulder, and pleasure raged through her like a thunderstorm. The sensations rose like a ride, taking her higher, higher.
“Daniel,” she cried, frightened, clutching him.
He was lost to the storm, too, biting into her neck now, breathing hard, “Oh, Christ … Monica … I can’t … I can’t wait…”
She exploded with a soft cry, nerves twisting, body clenching and unclenching, her systems setting loose as he plunged into her with a bark of pleasure as her pussy rippled and grasped at his cock, pulling him, massaging him, stroking him to orgasm with her.
He became heavy, impossibly heavy, deliciously heavy, when she sagged. He still dragged himself inside her, groaning, still hard, and she responded with a soft moan and bit into his shoulder like he had, loving how it had felt. He turned his head and when he kissed her, she thought he was going to swallow her tongue, his passion still without boundaries … stirring her again.…
Chapter Four
They arrived at his apartment building, and Monica was still breathless in his arms, heavy-lidded, her mouth damp, her cheeks pink with exertion … so damned sensual and beautiful. Daniel didn’t want to let her catch her breath and start talking shit to him about Roland; he didn’t want to stop and think about anything except how right this was. She was afraid of love, and he was pushing her to admit it. It could backfire. But God, he’d had enough of this.
He’d never wanted anyone so much in his life.
When the car stopped, he tucked the tiny wad of fabric of her panties into his pocket and helped her straighten out her gray pencil skirt, and as she stepped out of the car, he scooped her up.
“I can walk,” she softly protested.
“All right then.”
He set her down, took her arm, and guided her to his door. He’d wanted to carry her, just to hold her close, and to make sure she didn’t decide to leave and go back to her office. It was stark daylight. He should be working. They both should.
But damn it, Daniel had worked his entire life, and he couldn’t remember anything as important right now as her. It was different from how it was with any other woman, so different it was like he’d never had a woman before. Blood rushing thick and heady in his veins, he opened all his doors and then went straight to his bedroom, leading her to the bed.
Monica’s eyes were glazed with desire as she turned at the foot of the bed, her gaze upturned to his face in sensual invitation as she delicately started removing her damp blouse. He almost dissolved in need when he noticed her urgency as she lay back on the mattress and parted her legs.
“You ready?” he murmured, bending down to pull off her skirt, touching a hand along her bare stomach. He ran his hand between her heaving breasts, every inch of her skin slick with rain and sliding under his palm. He pressed into her pussy with his finger, and she moaned again, her folds still wet, her fingers clawing at his arms to pull him closer. His voice rasped against his throat. “Ready to make love again?”
She nodded wildly, and he whipped out the bondage ties he had in his nightstand. He tied her wrists and strapped the material to a special hook on the center of the bed, then he also tied up her legs, each of them separate and hooked to the corners, so he could keep her splayed open.
Her breathing accelerated with arousal. Her eyes turning black, she whispered, “What are you doing, Daniel?”
Her breasts jerked up and down, up and down with her breaths as he stripped before her. Then, when she saw him come back, powerfully hard for her as always, she moaned his name, “Daniel…” He bent to give a suckle on each glistening breast, his mouth getting wet with saliva at the first taste of her. Addictive. Crazy ass obsessive. That’s how she made him feel.
He licked his way down her abdomen to eat and lap at her pussy, his senses spinning, honing in on the taste of her, the scent of vanilla that clung to her.
“Why are you tying me?” she mewed, undulating, her legs wide open as her hips shot upward, rubbing against his erection.
“This is what I’ve had to do to all this time … fuck longer … fuck harder … anything to keep from fucking you.”
He bent again to her lovely breasts, having fantasized about them too much, and he suckled one of the hardened little beads, fucked it with his tongue, flicking his tongue over and over it while he tweaked its partner with his fingers, enjoying the little sounds she made.