Rock Bottom - Lilley R. K. - Страница 19

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I knew she hated that word, but I got a kick out of the way she glared at me when I said it.  She completely ruined the glare when she moaned as my fingers pushed inside of her.  Her walls clenched on me like a vise.  I was just about past my breaking point.  If I didn’t get inside of her in the next minute, I knew I was going to embarrass myself.

“That’s not an answer,” I started up on her again.  “Should I take your silence to mean you want our waiter to see you like this?  You want him to watch you with my fingers buried deep inside of you?”

“No!” she cried, but there was no heat in it, as her moans of pleasure, her clenching walls, quickly followed.

“Not very convincing, Danika.  I get the idea you enjoy being watched.  No one dances the way you dance and doesn’t like an audience.  Maybe I should call for our waiter.”

“No, don’t!”  she sounded genuinely alarmed now, as though I’d ever fucking dream of sharing even the sight of her like this.

“You have to do better than that, sweetheart.  Say please.”

She didn’t hesitate.  “Please.”

“Good.  Good.  Now tell me, do you want me to make you come with my hands?  Like this?”  As I spoke, I dragged my fingers out of her slowly, and began to rub her clit, stroking her until her hips were jerking in agitations, her breath coming out in needy little pants.

She shook her head, her eyes falling closed as I struck a nerve.  The nerve.

“No?” I questioned.  “You don’t want it like this?  Tell me how you do want it, then.”

Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her lips trembling on the words.  “I want you inside of me.”

I obliged her, though not the way she’d intended, shoving two fingers back inside of her and starting up a smooth rhythm.

She arched her back, barely stifling a loud moan as my other hand took up that invitation, cupping a rounded breast softly in my palm.

“This what you wanted?” I asked her, my breath ragged.

“Nooo,” she answered, the word drawn out with a frustrated moan.

“Tell me what you do want then.”  Making her talk dirty to me was one of my personal favorites.

“I want your cock inside of me.”  She said each word through clenched teeth.  “I don’t want to come until I feel you buried deep.”

I barely muffled a groan, rolling onto my back.  I plucked her up by her hips easily.  She didn’t weigh a thing.

I arranged her long legs to straddle me, facing away.  It was an ambitious position for someone my size, but she was whimpering and so wet and ready that I couldn’t seem to help myself.

Painstakingly, I pushed just the tip of me inside of her.  She covered her own mouth to try to stifle a scream of pleasure.

“It feels so fucking good, Danika,” I told her in a rough whisper as I worked myself into her tight sheath, relishing every inch as I worked my way in, stretching her.

It felt in-fucking-credible.

Her head fell back as I worked my way in.  It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.

My grip on her hips tightened as I thrust my hips up, driving in savagely while I pulled her down, forcing her to take every inch of me.

She barely stifled her scream.

I shushed her, because if our waiter really did walk in on us, I thought I might kill him.

I closed my eyes as she started to move, pleasure overtaking my body, insinuating itself into every pore.

The world dissolved.   Only sensation remained.  And the perfect harmony of our movements, the feel of flesh on flesh.

I circled my hips, rising up and down to match her steady rhythm.  The girl made love like she danced.  It was hypnotic.  Intoxicating.  I couldn’t remember why I’d ever signed on to be away from her for days at a time.  This was what I craved, what I needed, the only way I felt whole, and the only real peace there was to be had since Jared had died.

I could never get deep enough, rocking her harder and harder on top of me.  Our movements became jolting and urgent as we reached that fever pitch together.

She began to shudder with her climax, and I let myself go, holding her hips hard enough to bruise, buried deep, I came.  Hard.  My whole body shook, my breath shuddering out of me in great heaves.

I didn’t think I’d ever been through anything that intensely pleasurable in my life.  And so of course, I wanted to do it again almost instantly.

Danika dislodged herself from me slowly, lazily, flopping down on her back next to me.  She looked utterly relaxed.  I loved doing that to her.  She was an anxious person, and I loved fucking her until she couldn’t so much as finish a thought.

“Oh my God,” she said quietly, her eyes drifting closed.  “That was…out of this world.”

“I missed you,” I told her, moving on top of her.

“What are you…really?”

I just grinned as I steered myself to her entrance with my hand.  “Really.  You look sleepy.  Go ahead and sleep.  Don’t mind me.”  I drove into her.

She’d started to laugh at my words, but it turned into a drawn out gasp.

I started thrusting.  I had used all of my restraint the last time.  This one was a quick, hell bent fucking.  I rocked inside of her, cramming deep when the harsh, rushing waves of release began to take me.  She was with me, but that was more luck than skill on my part.  I’d lost all control.

She lay limp as I tied her back into her tiny bikini.  We’d pushed our luck enough.  I didn’t want her to be exposed as we gloried in the aftermath.

“I missed you,” she mumbled, touching my hand.  No sooner had she spoken then her eyes drifted closed.  She was done, passed out, sated, completely oblivious to the crowd outside.

I grinned.

TRISTAN

We spent the next few days almost entirely in bed.  Danika ditched out of work, forgot about studying, and when Monday rolled around, skipped all of her classes.  She dropped everything for me, to be there for me when I asked her to.  It was just what I’d needed to feel sane again.

I left once on Monday to grab some groceries, leaving Danika passed out in bed.

To my delight, she wasn’t passed out when I got home.

I heard the bath running as I opened the door to my bedroom, stepping in to find a sight in my bathtub that had me salivating.

Dean called it a porno tub, and he wasn’t wrong, considering how many bodies you could potentially fit into the thing.  At the moment it was filled with a vision too exquisite to ever grace the small screen.

Danika smiled when she saw me, arching her back like the vixen she was.  The woman had me wrapped around her pinkie and she had to know it.  I was hard before I’d fully shut the door behind me.

“Glad you made yourself comfortable in here,” I told her, my voice hoarse with unadulterated lust.

The glow of candles played over her flesh as she shifted restlessly in the water, the pert globes of her breasts rising above the surface like a decadent offering.

She didn’t say a word, just lifted one leg, balancing a heel on the edge of the tub.  There were no bubbles in the bath, and I moved closer, my gaze intent on her body in the clear water.  My jaw clenched hard as she slowly raised her other foot, spreading her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of paradise.  “Are you waiting for an invitation?  The water’s nice, I swear.”

I shrugged out of my shirt, fingers going to my jeans, fumbling with the button.  I felt like a horny teenager, clumsy with lust.  Only Danika could do that to me.

“We’re going to make a mess,” I warned her.

“What’s this huge tub for if you can’t even make love to me in it?”

“You have a point.  We should probably eat before we have sex again.  We’re going to make ourselves pass out.”

“You poor thing.”  Her tone was mocking, and she moved as she spoke, sitting up and reaching over to clasp one firm hand around my throbbing cock.  My eyes shut and my head fell back as sensation superseded my ability to think or speak.

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