Chapter 18

Dalia

" Y ou have no idea how much I've missed this," he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and heavy.

After his declaration, we finished dinner quickly and soon sought a special kind of dessert.

We crash into his sprawling bedroom, our kisses wild and desperate. His hands roam across my body, reigniting a hunger that's been smoldering between us.

He grips my hips firmly, squeezing my ass with a possessiveness that sets my blood on fire. His fingers trace upward, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress, pulling soft moans from deep within me.

I tilt my head back, giving him better access as I reply breathlessly, "Then show me. Show me just how much."

His chuckle vibrates through me, deep and resonant, as he backs me toward the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

"I plan to," he says, his fingers deftly unzipping my dress.

His voice is a deep growl that sends a thrill through me. "I'm going to make you mine all over again," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the bare skin exposed by the slipping dress. "I'll explore every inch of you, taste you until you're shaking, begging for more."

He nips at my earlobe, pulling a gasp from my lips before continuing, "And when you think you can't take any more, that's when I'll slide into you, hard and deep. I'll fuck you so good, so hard, you'll forget your own name. Only mine will matter."

His hands find my waist, gripping tight. "You'll scream for me so loudly they’ll hear you down on the street."

His words, dark and promising, are exactly what I crave, what I've missed.

He slides my dress down, the fabric pooling at my feet, leaving me standing in just my bra and panties. His eyes rake over me, devouring every inch.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, the intensity in his gaze making me feel like the most desirable woman on earth.

I give him a playful, challenging smile. "Less talk, more action," I tease.

His grin widens, mischievous and full of promise. In a swift motion, he closes the gap between us, his hand slipping between my thighs. Through the thin fabric of my panties, he begins to rub, the pressure just right, making me gasp and squirm with the building pleasure. I'm quickly becoming soaked under his expert touch.

He peels aside the flimsy fabric and a shiver races through me as the cool air hits my heated skin. His fingers brush against me, gently at first, exploring the slick, sensitive folds before plunging deep.

The slow penetration shifts to a deliberate, rhythmic thrusting that sends waves of desire radiating through my body. His eyes lock onto mine, watching every flicker of intensity, every bitten lip, every needy whimper. I grasp his shoulders, nails digging in slightly, barely able to stand as my legs tremble under the relentless pleasure he orchestrates with his skilled fingers.

As his fingers delve deeper, his thumb finds its way to my clit, circling with a deliberate, teasing pressure that makes me moan. He varies the pace, quick flicks interspersed with slow, pressing movements that build a deep, aching need within me.

Meanwhile, his fingers curl inside, stroking the tender, ridged texture of my g-spot in a come-hither motion that sends jolts of electricity surging through me.

Just as I'm teetering on the edge, breathless and desperate, he stops. A groan escapes me as he scoops me up in his strong arms and carries me to the bed. Gently, he sets me down, his hands quickly working to slide my panties off and toss them aside.

His breath is hot on my skin as he kisses his way down my body, lingering on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his lips teasing closer and closer to where I need him most.

When his mouth finally meets my pussy, I almost leap off the bed. His tongue is relentless, exploring every fold and crevice. He licks up and down, then circles my clit, each movement more tantalizing than the last. I'm moaning and writhing, my hands fisting the bed sheets, as he brings me back to the brink.

"I'm going to come," I gasp out, barely able to get the words out.

"Now," he commands, his voice rough with his own arousal. He intensifies his efforts, his tongue flicking faster. It's all the encouragement I need. My entire body tenses, and then I'm tumbling over the edge into a blinding orgasm, crying out his name.

The waves of pleasure are prolonged and intense, leaving me shivering and spent under his skilled touch.

He rises from the bed, his erection clearly outlined against the fabric of his slacks. He looks down at me with a stern expression. "You've been a bad girl," he says, his voice low and commanding.

I furrow my brows, puzzled. "What did I do?"

He steps closer, the intensity in his eyes almost palpable. "You forgot to call me sir," he states.

I swallow hard, a thrill running through me. "What's my punishment?" I ask sweetly, my voice mischievous.

He pauses, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I'll need to think about it," he muses. "But for now, I want you to suck me off."

I can't help but grin back; that sounds more like a treat than a punishment.

I reach for his belt, unbuckling it with nimble fingers. Sliding down his zipper, I free his erection from the confines of his slacks. My pulse races as I take in the sight of his long thickness, my body responding with a familiar ache.

I start by kissing the tip, my tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that has formed. The salty-sweet flavor makes me eager for more.

Slowly, I take him into my mouth, savoring the weight and heat of him as I begin to suck. My hands roam up his thighs as I work, my actions deliberate and eager, fully intent on showing him just how much I enjoy this.

I indulge him fully, taking him deep into my mouth, relishing the way he fills me. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with the movements of my lips. Occasionally, I shift my focus, descending to tenderly suck and lick his balls, drawing a deep, approving growl from him.

The taste of him is intoxicating, a mixture of man and arousal that drives me wild. I can feel his pleasure building, his body tensing under my touch. My own desire increases with every moan he emits, pushing me to take him in even deeper, to give him as much pleasure as he gives me.

Eager for the climax, for the warm burst of his release in my mouth, I double my efforts, sucking him with a fervent intensity. But just as he nears the edge, as I anticipate the reward of his seed, he firmly pulls me away from his cock.

Confused but still caught in the heat of the moment, I look up at him, my breath heavy, my lips swollen from my exertions.

I'm ready to protest, to ask why he stopped, but the commanding look in his eyes tells me this is just another part of his control, another element of our play. And so, I wait, breathless and eager, for what comes next.

I can't resist a cheeky grin as he looks up at me, the lines of his face softened with desire. "Was that my punishment?" I tease, "Because if so, I’m going to have to be bad more often."

His fingers deftly unhook my bra, sending it fluttering to the floor. He pulls me to my feet, and his mouth finds my breasts, kissing and suckling with a heat that stirs deep arousal within me. I can't help but sigh, my body responding intensely, almost enough to bring me to the brink of another climax just from his attention to my nipples.

"No," he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That was just the beginning of it. Get on all fours."

"Yes, sir," I respond instantly, the title slipping out naturally now. I turn and assume the position he requested, aware of his gaze devouring the view of me presented to him.

I revel in the thought of how much he enjoys watching me and I wonder what he plans to do next.

His command is firm, tinged with an edge of control that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "I'm going to spank you," he states clearly, "and I want you to ask for it."

Nervously excited, I comply. "Please spank me," I breathe out.

"Please, sir," he corrects.

“Please spank me, sir .”

He delivers each spank with precision, the sharp slaps echoing in the room, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. The stings blur into a warm, arousing heat that pools low in my belly, and I find myself on the edge of climax, breathless from the intensity.

"What do you want now?" he asks.

I'm nearly panting, lost in the haze of my arousal. "I want you inside me," I manage to say.

"Beg for it," he commands.

My plea spills out, desperate and raw. "Please, sir.”

“Please, sir, I want it.”

“Want what?”

“I want you to fuck me."

“Just want?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Satisfied, he aligns himself at my entrance, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. With a firm push he slides inside, stretching me perfectly. The feeling of him entering me is intense—his size filling me completely, each inch he pushes in sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.

I moan loudly, the sensation of being so intimately connected overwhelming as he begins to move, setting a rhythm that promises nothing but raw, deep pleasure.

He takes me hard from behind, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he thrusts into me with a rhythm that's both relentless and perfectly measured.

His hands roam from my hips, one finding its way to my breast, squeezing gently then more firmly, enhancing the raw pleasure coursing through me.

My breasts sway rhythmically with his thrusts, the movement adding a sweet, tingling sensation that complements the deep, fulfilling strokes of his cock.

"I want to hear you beg for it," he growls, as I teeter on the edge of climax. "Tell me you need to come."

"Please, sir, may I come?" I gasp out, desperate for release, my voice shaky with need.

"Yes Dalia. Come for me."

The permission breaks the dam, and my orgasm crashes over me with overwhelming intensity. I shudder and cry out, my body tensing and then spasming in waves of pleasure so powerful that I collapse forward onto the bed.

The bed's covers muffle my cries as he continues to move, drawing out my climax until I'm limp and spent, utterly consumed by the intensity of the release.

He flips me over, and damn, he's a sight—sweaty, ripped, with a sprinkle of salt-and-pepper hair across his chest. He hovers over me, his hard cock ready at my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the feel of him deep inside me.

He slides into me, and it's electric. Every thrust hits just right, his cock filling me completely. We're in sync, moving together in a perfect rhythm.

Looking up at him, I catch something different in his gaze—a deep, almost tender connection. It's not just fucking anymore. There's something more here, something that feels a lot like love. His eyes lock onto mine, soft yet fiery, as he drives into me, slow and deep, then fast and urgent.

As we both edge closer to climax, his strokes become more desperate, his breathing ragged. I feel him swell inside me, and with a final deep thrust, he comes hard, and so do I. The hot rush of his cum fills me, the sensation all-consuming.

His moans mix with mine, a sound of pure satisfaction. He collapses next to me, our sweaty bodies clinging to each other as we come down from the high; wrapped up in a haze of passion and tender whispers.

He shifts to spoon me from behind, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. We bask in the afterglow in silence, the only sound the distant hum of the city below. The warmth of his body, the softness of the sheets, and the shimmering city lights create a cocoon of comfort.

He plants soft kisses on my shoulder, breaking the silence.

"I want you to move in with me," he murmurs, his voice tender. "I want you here. With me."

Turning to face him, I search his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity there. I lean in and kiss him, my heart swelling.

"I'd love that," I whisper back, sealing my answer with another kiss, feeling a future together beginning to take shape between us, uncertain though it may be.