CHAPTER 48

Light was filteringthrough the edges of the curtains, creating a hazy glow in the cozy bedroom. It must be morning already, but they hadn’t got over two or three hours of sleep. After all their heated conversations, they had made even more heated love. Dariux had been insatiable, bringing her to orgasm over and over.

Even when they had jumped in the shower to wash away the sweat of several hours of lovemaking, he hadn’t been able to resist taking her one more time. Standing behind her in the shower, their soaped bodies sliding against each other with slick sensuality.

The memory heated her face as it reminded her why her limbs felt like jelly this morning. It had been wicked, decadent, delightful. She closed her eyes with a pleased sigh, burrowing deeper into Dariux’s embrace. What had woken her? Whatever it was, could wait. She was going back to sleep.

The knock on the door sounded again, impossible to ignore this time. The lock rattled, then the door opened.

“Kalli? Are you in here, dear?”

Her mother’s voice had the power to catapult her from the bed. Shit! They were about to be caught. She looked down at Dariux, who had thrown off the covers in his sleep and was completely exposed, his cock sporting a morning semi-erection. She just had time to throw the blanket over him before her mother peeked into the bedroom.

“Oh! So sorry. Didn’t know you had company,” her mum exclaimed as she threw a hand over her eyes and turned.

“Just give me a minute. I’ll be right out, Mum,” she called.

Dariux opened sleepy eyes, woken by all the ruckus, and contemplated her in confusion.

“My mum is here,” she explained. “Don’t worry, I’ll go outside to talk to her. You can go on sleeping.”

With that, she jumped from the bed and grabbed her warm robe, tying it around her naked body before exiting the bedroom. Her mum was standing outside the cottage, her cheeks still red from embarrassment. Bless her.

“Mum, you can come in. I’ll make some tea.”

“No, darling. I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to barge in. I was just worried because I didn’t hear from you yesterday, and I know you went to London for your deposition. And after the storm last night... Well, I just wanted to know how you were faring. But I can see you are doing quite well, and in rather splendid company.”

It was her turn to blush. “He showed up last night.”

“No need to explain. You are a grown woman, and I don’t want to be a meddlesome old lady. By the way, nice hunk, your Dariux,” her mum added with a wink, disproving her claim she didn’t want to be meddlesome.

“Mum!” Kalli could feel her face heating even more, the heat spreading down to her neck and chest. “How do you know it’s him? You’ve never met him.”

“Please, darling. Who else could it be? I’ll be on my way now. Pass by the house later if you want a second breakfast.” With that parting shot, her mum got on her way.

She closed and locked the door and turned around to find Dariux standing at the door to the bedroom. Still naked. Did he ever plan to put clothes on? His nakedness was... distracting.

“Who was that?” he asked. His voice, gravelly from sleep, rasped over her senses with the effect of velvet over sensitized skin.

“My mum. She came to check on me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Your mum lives nearby?”

“Yes. This cottage is on her land.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

“Explains, what?”

“Why I couldn’t find you. You were staying on property belonging to your mother. I did a thorough search for you. Looked up every property you have ever owned or leased, and this place never came up. Stupid of me not to investigate your parents. But it never occurred to me you would be staying with your mother. It is something I would never do,” he confessed.

“My mum is my best friend. I always turn to her in times of need.”

He nodded, pensive. “I see that now. Did she... see me?”

Was he blushing? She’d have never thought something could embarrass Dariux. What a delicious discovery. Going to him, she smiled wickedly.

“Not in your whole full”—she gestured to his erection— “morning glory. I had just enough time to cover you before she barged in.”

“Hmm,” he grunted. “I’m so hungry.”

“I’ll prepare some breakfast. Just give me a minute.”

“I wasn’t talking about food.”

With that, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the table, leaving no doubt as to what he wanted to ‘eat.’

“Dariux!” she squealed, laughing. “You must give me some time to recover. I’m still sore from last night.”

“You are right. My poor baby. I used you hard last night, didn’t I? And you took my cock in your sweet pussy so well.”

She moaned, turned on by his words and the wicked glint in his eyes.

“Let me soothe you, will you?”

He laid her down and spread her on the dining table as if she were a feast, then took the chair before her. His powerful arms supported her legs, opening her up for his enjoyment.

“Lean back, darling. Let me enjoy my breakfast,” he said, burying his face into the apex of her thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue over her sensitized flesh had her growling in delight. Her tired muscles protested as she strained against his mouth, striving to get closer.

“Shhh, relax. Let me do all the work,” he said against her flesh.

And she did. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations, delighting in the sinful dance of his tongue over her bud, marveling at the careful, almost reverent touch of his dexterous fingers playing over her skin. They inflamed and soothed at the same time. The wet, erotic sounds of his mouth playing over her flesh. His smell, spicy and male, mingled with her own desire.

It was impossible to lie passive under such sensual assault. Her hips undulated, and he hummed in approval, his mouth turning more wicked, more intent.

She felt herself climbing, coiling past the point of no return. Soon, all that energy would burst forth. She would explode like a supernova. It would be scary; except she knew he was there to catch her.

Trust, like she had never felt before, allowed her to let go. To fly free. Secure in the knowledge that his strong arms would never let her crash.

Her cries of ecstasy exploded from deep within her. She heard them as if from a distance, shaking her head from side to side with the force of her climax.

He wrung every iota of her pleasure with his mouth and hands. Staying with her through her rapture and beyond. Serving as her anchor in the world.

When the last of her tremors subsided, he rubbed his face against the inside of her leg and stood. His cock was standing upright. Hard and engorged against his belly. She thought he was going to enter her now, but he kissed her knee and moved back.

“Where are you going?” she inquired, baffled.

“To the shower.”

“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”

“Isn’t it finished?” he asked, raising a cocky brow.

“But you didn’t come,” she protested.

He shook his head. “That’s all right, love. You are sore. Knowing I brought you ecstasy is enough for me.”

She looked pointedly at his cock. Still swollen and needy. A bead of pre-cum forming on the slit. She licked her lips at the sight.

“Pay no attention to it. My rude cock has no notion of gentlemanly manners.”

“On the contrary. I intend to pay it its most deserved attention.”

With that, she slid from the table and kneeled in front of him. Before he could stop her, she took his member in her hands and sucked at the crown. Lapping up the droplet of semen.

“Oh fuck, Kalli,” he rasped. “You don’t have to do that.”

But his hands closed on her head. Not pulling or pushing. Merely holding her, as if waging a battle where the outcome was still very much undecided.

She tipped the scales. Stroking his length with one hand, she sucked at the head while cupping and rolling his testicles on the other.

His hands tightened even more on her hair, and he made a gratifying sound of defeat. His body had surrendered, but still he tried to demur.

“Wait, darling. It’s not—”

She released his crown with a popping sound. “Shut up and let me enjoy my breakfast. Feed it to me right into my mouth.”

With a groan of surrender, he stumbled to the table and leaned back against it, one hand grabbing the edge of the table for support, while the other tangled in her hair and controlled her movement.

She sat on the chair he had just vacated and set to pleasure him with the same thoroughness he had devoted to her. Incoherent, fractured words fell from his mouth. Words of encouragement, of ecstasy. Words of love.

“You want my cum, darling?”

“Mmm” was her only response, as her mouth was otherwise occupied, thoroughly filled with his cock.

“I’m going to come now,” he rasped. “You are such a good girl, Kalli. My girl. You handle my cock so well. Fuuuck.”

His guttural cry was music to her ears as he delivered as he had promised.