CHAPTER 16

She saw the momenthis rigid control snapped and felt a deep satisfaction that she could affect him so. It balanced the scales a little, since he obliterated her senses.

He picked her up and hurried the few steps to the bed, depositing her in the center of the soft mattress before standing up to remove his clothes. She still wore her disordered chemise and stockings. It felt wanton and revealing to wear the bits of fabric that did not cover her at all.

She lifted one leg, rolled down the hose, then threw it over the edge of the bed. His eyes narrowed, zeroing in on her legs and her intimate flesh, exposed by her position.

She watched him too. Bewitched by the muscles of his shoulders and arms as he discarded his coat, the strength of his neck as the necktie came undone. The tantalizing bit of smooth, deep chest revealed by the opening of his shirt. She hungrily absorbed it all as his body emerged with each layer of clothing he removed.

His body was a masterpiece. A lovingly honed sculpture made to celebrate male beauty. By the time he stood in front of her, naked and proud, she had discarded her chemise and lay equally naked on the bed.

“Come here.” Her voice was husky with desire.

She opened her legs to make space for him between her thighs. He moved with the feline grace of a panther, his muscular legs flexing and contracting as he mounted the bed. He was ready. More than ready. A small bead of fluid had collected on the tip of his cock.

She thought he would take her now. She was more than eager. Her vagina was still soft and slick from his earlier ministrations. But he didn’t fall on her and enter her.

His hand, that strong, beautifully masculine hand, grabbed his erection. He caressed himself, mesmerizing her with the eroticism of his movements. His thumb swiped over the head of his penis, spreading the moisture collected there, using it to lubricate his strokes. She swallowed and licked her lips in anticipation.

She wanted to taste him, the same way he had done to her. Wanted to put her mouth there and discover if it felt as good for him as it did for her. To feel the texture of his cock. Learn his shape with her mouth. He was near enough now that she could touch him. She extended her hand and placed it right next to him, her fingers not quite meeting as they closed over his thick member.

He was kneeling on the bed, his knees straddling her hips, and she scuttled down to bring her face closer to its target. When she got close enough, she curled up and licked the tip. He groaned and his head tilted back, teeth bared in a rictus of ecstasy. It emboldened her.

“I want to make you come like this,” she whispered. “I want you to come in my mouth, and I want to drink it.” Then her lips slid over the head of his cock.

His immediate response was a growl that sounded almost inhuman. “Fuck, Kalli. That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Allow me then,” she said, and closed her mouth over the head, sucking.

He gasped and the muscles in his abdomen contracted.

“I wanted to make tonight about indulging you,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

She let go with a popping sound to reply, “You are,” then went back to her task.

She saw the moment he surrendered. He moved a pillow to prop her head higher and sank lower on the bed, giving her full access to his cock. His beautiful, glorious, thick cock. It was like a prize. So hot, so alive.

With her tongue, she traced one vein that ran through his shaft, from the base to the tip. And then she sucked and caressed in earnest. His hips pumped a rhythm of ecstasy into her mouth while his hands cupped and caressed her face tenderly. So at odds with the wildness of what they were doing.

These were two people at their most primal, devouring and pleasuring each other. She lifted one hand to cup his testicles, while the other pumped in time with her mouth. Then she felt it. The start of his climax. His balls contracted, followed by all his muscles.

His hands relinquished the tender caress of her face to brace above her head. His body became rigid, his hips losing the fluid movement to pump almost jerkily. And then a hot stream of his seed hit the back of her throat. His groan was savage. And her moan of satisfaction was deeply feminine as she swallowed everything he offered.

He pulled away, but he didn’t go far. Retreating down her body, he settled between her thighs. He felt him notch his cock at her entrance, and then he plunged inside. The pleasure was so radiant she nearly lost her mind. He filled her completely, stretched her to the max. And it was glorious.

“You are still hard,” she said in wonder.

“Fuck yes,” he growled through clenched teeth.

“How can you...?”

“Be still hard after coming? Sometimes it happens. When I’m very aroused.”

He kept rolling his hips, pumping relentlessly inside of her. “I won’t be able to come again for some time, though. So brace yourself for a long ride.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, and he took advantage. Closing his lips over hers, his tongue plundered her mouth, invading, retreating, sliding against her.

“I can taste myself in your mouth. You taste like champagne, strawberries, and my cum. It is so fucking erotic.”

He kept pumping, and tension coiled inside her. She met his thrusts, chasing that feeling. He broke the kiss to bend and take a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard while his fingers tormented the other breast. He kept alternating the attentions of both mouth and clever fingers between her breasts until the pleasure became almost too much to bear. It streamed through her body, arcing between her breasts and the place where he joined her.

It became too much. She held onto his back, her hand sliding down to dig into his buttocks. The muscles were solid under her fingertips. She dug her nails as the orgasm that had been coiling inside her released like a wave breaking on the shore. It pulled her under, rolling. She was falling, everything spinning while she flew... and then she realized he had reversed their positions while she was climaxing.

She now lay on top of him. Draped over his torso, and he was still rock-hard and moving inside her. A gentle rocking that soothed and excited at the same time. He allowed her a few moments to gather her bearings, and then his mouth was on hers again, kissing possessively.

After a fierce moment, he grabbed her shoulders and propped her up to sit astride him. “Ride me. Ride me hard.”

A whimper escaped her. She wasn’t sure she could do it. He had wrenched her clean of every atom of pleasure.

“You can do it,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.

His firm hand slid up her thighs, over her hips and waist to cup her breasts, teasing and arousing her nipples, making them pebble again under his ministrations.

“Touch yourself. Use my cock to make yourself come again.”

“Dariux, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Your pussy wants to come again. I can feel it trembling around me.”

His words, as much as his hands and his hard body under her, in her, aroused her anew. Maybe she was greedy, because she wanted to come again. Wanted to make him come again. This time in unison. So she circled her hips, feeling the wet, heavy slide of his cock inside her.

Her fingers found her clitoris and stroked. Slid. Caressed. Stimulated. Until her hips were once again moving of their own accord. Grinding fiercely down on him. This position allowed a deep penetration, and she felt him hitting the entrance to her womb. But she controlled the movement, speed, and depth.

She moved her hips this way and that. Making him rub against the spot that caused the most pleasure. And then she was climbing again. She felt his enthusiasm. He was not passive under her. His hips bucked and lifted off the bed, thrusting up into her, possessing her, while his hands slid up her thighs, along her arms, to come to rest on her breasts. Torturing and arousing them, making her nipples bead into aching points.

The climax, when it hit, was an unexpected explosion. Swift and powerful and all-encompassing. The shock wave expanded to every corner of her body and stunned her into oblivion. She couldn’t think. Her hearing was muted, and her body tensed in the grip of ecstasy.

Somewhere, some distant corner of her mind registered his own groans of pleasure, and how his body hardened, and how his arms became bands of steel holding her to him. She felt his tremor a moment before his flesh pulsed inside her and warmth flooded her vagina.

She fell on his chest. And then remained, spent and boneless, collapsed on top of him. She should move. This was almost more intimate than the act itself. This cuddling, soft tenderness, and mutual comfort. But he was running his hands down her back and buttocks, the strokes long and languid.

It was so good. Exactly what she needed. She closed her eyes and started slipping into sleep. With her last remaining strength, she forced herself to disentangle from his body and crawl to her own side of the bed, then snuggled into her pillow. He turned away, and soon his breathing became slow and regular.

One thought chased her into oblivion. He was an amazing lover. But that didn’t mean he loved.