8. Dane

8

DANE

S elene’s plump lips taste every bit as sweet as I’d dreamed. Sweeter, even. I don’t do things like this. Impulsive, crazy, passionate things. I calculate everything down to the last detail, like a good marksman should.

But now I’m throwing all of that to the wind. I can’t hesitate a moment longer. I’ve burned for Selene almost from the moment we met. I’ve never felt so overpowered by my feelings for a woman before. It’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Her body rears beneath me. My growing desire grinds against her. A deep moan echoes out of her mouth into mine. She relaxes beneath me, no longer fighting the grip imprisoning both of her wrists.

I release her hands as I move my mouth over to her neck. Selene groans, arching her body as I taste her sweet skin. I can feel the heat pouring off of her, and the throb of her pulse under my kissing mouth.

“Dane,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”

I caress her thigh as I bite the base of her shoulder and neck. Selene groans, her grip on my head intensifying. I kiss the spot and make it feel better before running my tongue across her pulsing throat.

Selene moans softly when my hand slides in between her thighs. I caress her pussy through the thin fabric of her leggings, carefully matching her reactions. My other hand slides her shirt up, baring the softness of her breasts. Now my mouth has a new place to roam and explore.

Selene curls her leg around the back of my thigh when I softly tease her nipple with my tongue. She squirms out of the tights with my assistance, baring herself to my touch. I continue to stroke her clit, guided by the symphony of soft cries and sharp intakes of breath from Selene.

Her hips lift, driving upward, grinding her against my hand. I sync with her movements, driving her over the threshold of ecstasy. Her eyes squeeze shut as she arches up in an extreme bend.

Selene’s sharp cry cuts through the night air as she climaxes. I love the sounds she makes. Her body flops back down onto the soft mat as she shivers and groans beneath me. I remove her clothing, with her rubbery-limbed assistance.

By the time I have her bare skin exposed to my eyes and the moonlight, she's recovered enough to take a more active role. Her eyes flash up to mine as her hands are busy with my trousers. In a moment, she’s undone the fly and dragged them down to my thighs.

We both laugh as I struggle out of them. Her eyes fall on my naked body for the first time.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she says with a giggle.

“No, you’re the one who’s hot. You’re just…perfect.”

Selene’s fingertips stroke the crown of my throbbing cock. It’s an amazing moment of connection. I caress her glossy mane, exulting in the glow of her beauty.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who have you in this position.”

“I guess you could say I’m putty in your hands,” I reply.

“Hmm. Nope, definitely not putty. Putty is soft.”

She moves her mouth in, her hot breath teasing my skin. Selene’s tongue glides on the underside of my cock, easing it into her mouth. I tilt my head back and let out an animal groan. Selene’s wavy hair bobbing up and down becomes a visual tattooed on my brain.

I felt the heat. We both did, from the moment we met. I just never imagined it would be this god damn incredible. This feels like a drug. I don’t know if I can get enough of Selene.

Her touch is firm yet soft as silk. My cock grows hard as steel, the pressure building until I can’t stand it any longer. I let loose, a growl escaping my throat at the moment of climax.

“I win,” she says, smiling up at me like a daydream. I caress her cheek and she sighs, closing her eyes and rubbing herself against my palm.

“What do you mean, you win?”

“I got you off a lot faster than you got me off.”

A laugh bubbles up out of my core, unbidden. It’s been a long time since I've laughed so much.

“I didn’t know it was a competition. And anyway, you’re comparing stock car races to Formula One.”

She gets back on her hips, cocking an incredulous eyebrow.

“I’m a monster makeup girl, remember? I don’t speak sport.”

“I’m just saying that making a man climax is a lot easier than doing the same for a woman.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you really going there?”

“Oh yes, I’m going there. Anyone can get a man off. Making a woman reach paradise’s walls is an absolute art form that requires synchronicity and paying attention to what the lady wants…why are you laughing at me?”

“Because you’re talking like an oral sexpert or something. You know, I’m just going to ask you to back up all that smack talk.”

I grin, my member throbbing so hard I can barely hear myself think.

“Well, all right, then. First, you start off slow, and nowhere near your final destination…”

I go to kiss her, but she laughs .

“Final destination? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

I silence her with a hard kiss. My tongue tastes her deep, and when I draw back there’s no question who’s in charge.

“Then,” I whisper, “I work my way down the body. Like this.”

My tongue traces a path down her neck to her chest. She groans as I give each of her nipples my full attention in turn.

“The belly is considered an erogenous zone in many parts of the world,” I mumble into her soft skin, but I don’t think she's listening. Selene twists and writhes beneath me as I kiss my way around her navel.

“Finally, I make my way down between the legs…”

She cries out, her hands on the back of my head as she tries to force me to go down on her. I grin, grabbing her wrists and pulling them out to the sides before pinning them against the mat.

“But right when she thinks it’s time, I skip over and start kissing and nibbling her thighs instead.”

I kiss her inner thigh and she squirms like mad.

“Oh god, Dane. You’re a fucking tease.”

“Maybe, but only because you love it.”

“Grrr. I want you…oh fuck…I want you to, to…”

“Don’t worry,” I mumble into the soft folds of her skin. “We’re all getting what we want tonight.”

I bury myself in pleasuring her, encouraged by her moans and soft cries of delight. I pause only for one moment.

“I love the way you taste, Selene.”

Her sharp cry heralds a high arch of her hips. I push her back down to the mat and return to my slow teasing. Selene alternates between laughter, moaning, and begging for mercy.

At last, I give her what we both want. I help her across the threshold of a truly thunderous climax. Her thrashing, wild tantrum of ecstasy is nothing short of beautiful to experience.

Selene flops back to the mat, panting like she’s just run a marathon. I cradle her against me, kissing her softly.

“Selene, I want you so damn bad,” I whisper.

Her dark eyes flutter open, and her lips part in a half smile .

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Neither of us are getting any younger.”

I grin, then kiss her, hard. No more holding back. I’m giving myself over fully to my desires for Selene.

Damn the consequences for my future with Platinum Security. I told them I don’t want to work there, anyway.