HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

He took her mouth.

Took it as if this same energy inside her gripped him. As though this raw, aching hunger drove him to the same pitch. As if he needed her to match his need or they would both be lost. It was overwhelming and wild and made her tremble, but she didn’t even try to slow him down. She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe. She wanted more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted.

This was the beauty of abandonment. She drew back to clumsily try to undo his buttons? He jerked his shirt open and yanked to free the tail. She swallowed uncertainly, but her hands went to his hot, tawny chest, too hungry for the damp, satin feel of him to let doubt prevail. He made that sexy growling noise as his own hands got under her dress. She jerked in reaction. He pressed her arms up as he peeled the dress away.

She wrapped her arms more securely around his neck, shuddering as his chest hair abraded the upper swells of her aching breasts. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him and licked up his throat in sheer wantonness.

“Oh Daniel!” she moanedNôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

His sure hands cupped her breasts, plumping them. Making them ache even as he soothed with gentle massage and light flicks of his thumbs across her nipples. She shifted her feet, trying to keep her balance under the onslaught of sensations. He lifted his gaze to hers, watching to ensure she liked it. She could barely hold that penetrating gaze. Not while waves of heady, dizzying desire rolled through her. Her lashes fluttered and a dangerous wild heat flared between her thighs. Flared and burned and condensed into a coal of glowing abject need. Into pressure and tension and such acute pleasure she had to cover his hands and make a pleading noise for him to stop.

“Let it happen,” he commanded.

She shook her head. He caught her up with hard hands behind her thighs, so she instinctively twined her legs around his waist and her mouth was on a level with his. She kissed him. Greedily. She did every lurid, raunchy thing she had been longing to do to that mouth. She swept her tongue against his, explored the wet heat and different textures of him. She scraped her teeth across his erotic bottom lip, then sucked on it with carnal recklessness. On and on it went until the world upended.

Suddenly she was on her back on the mattress, his weight pressing briefly before leaving her as he rose to his knees between hers. He yanked at the fly of his jeans, then stepped off the bed to pull them away. She lifted her hips as he took off her panties.

Then he came down alongside her and set a hard knee between hers while his hand stroked from the outside of her thigh, up her hip, to capture her breast again. If she had thought the brush of his chest a stimulating experience, the whole body sensation of hips and thighs and stomach brushing against her own made her groan. He was so beautiful, too, not that he let her admire him. He bent to suck the nipple he had teased to staunch attention, making her cry out at the initial hot, wet sensation.

He lifted away, blew softly, then did it again.

Teased and tortured, Emma rolled into him, unable to get close enough, hands skimming his back and sides, learning the shape of roped muscles and the silky texture of his chest hair and how sensitive his nipples were to the graze of her fingertips.

He jerked and looked up at her with a dangerous smile of approval and threat. Then he sucked her nipple again. Hard.

It was the most delicious payback. Her toes curled and golden threads of desire shot into her loins. She found herself crooking a knee to enjoy the abrasion of his thigh against the inside of her own, rubbing like kindling, stoking the fire between them. He drew her half under him, his forearm beneath her neck, and took his time petting and caressing her breasts and waist and hip, her stomach and finally, finally, he cupped her mound.

She bit her lip. Closed her eyes tight as the exquisite pressure of his palm released a rush of dampness. He made that noise again, the one that was so primal she knew this to be utterly natural. The way man and woman were meant to be.

“That’s it” he whispered encouragingly. “fuck, Emma. You are so wet… So tight”

He rocked his hand where she yearned for… So much. A deeper touch. Something mysterious and necessary. She bucked, instinct taking her over.

She arched in response to the way he teased her. She offered her breasts. Her lips. Everything. All that she was. He kissed her lightly and kept up that slow shifting pressure of his hand. As if he knew the build he was inciting would grow by increments yet keep her this side of the abyss. With light fingers, he parted and explored, keeping her on the precipice, toying with her and driving her insane.

His finger slipped inside her, gently sliding in and out. Then another finger followed. Emma moaned again. Gently, slowly, he separated the full lips to expose that most sensitive spot to the revolving strokes of his finger. Emma began to undulate against his hand.

Her tummy quickened. Her breasts heaved on each rapid breath. Heat consumed her. Shamelessly she rode his hand. When the pressure became unbearable, when her body had become a combustion chamber, she caught his muscled shoulder between her teeth to keep from crying out as the shattering release came.

It didn’t stop her screams though.

She cried out his name. The room began to shrink around her. Her universe was reduced to the center of the bed, the center of her body, where Daniel was giving her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible. His tongue was on her nipple, flicking it as delicately as the pad of his finger was moving over her slippery clitoris.

The only thing she could think to do was return the favor. She slid her hand to the thick, implacable heat against her thigh. She took hold of pure magic and discovered a new world. Silk over steel. Velvet and a new, deeply ragged sound that rattled from his throat.

“Yes baby… Yes” His voice made her scalp tighten.

She stroked him again, reaching for the packet of condoms in her drawer

Daniel kissed her, hard and deep, then took the condom from her, then tore it open. She reached to help him, but he pushed her hand away.

“Don’t push me, babe” he said. “I’m holding by a thread”

The way his weight came over her was overwhelming. He guided the broad dome of his sex over the sensitive knot of nerves, throwing her back into that chasm of craving where she only needed more. More of him. Of whatever he could give her.

“Daniel please” she begged

She couldn’t specifically name what she was begging for. She couldn’t say exactly what she wanted. But he gave it to her. The crest of his tip pressed into the slick heart of her. Pressed and stretched, thrusting deep with confidence- She gasped at the catch and burn.

“Fuck Emma” he whispered. “You feel so damn good.”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her with a taste of adoration on his lips. “just as I thought it would be. Even better” he said.

She closed her eyes. Not wanting the moment to end.

“Look at me, Emma,” he said. “I want your eyes on me”

She did as he asked. Looking deep into his eyes.

Maybe it was her romantic soul turning something earthy and base into something exalted and beautiful, but they were in free fall. She wanted this to go on forever. This soft kiss and this intensely intimate, sharp penetration.

“I don’t want you to stop, Daniel” she said

He smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that, baby. I won’t”

Then he moved. He withdrew and thrust gently as he watched her with a smoky gaze from beneath heavy eyelids.

“Oh yes Daniel… Don’t stop” Emma moaned again. Which only made him go faster. The feel of her sex, her wet, her heat wrapped around him was even better than he had imagined.

His easy pace sent frissons of pleasure through her, too. Ones that incited a glow that redoubled and expanded. She curled her arms around him, her legs. Drew him in and moved with him. Urged him with ancient, primitive signals to move faster. Harder.

He used his hands. His teeth. Kissed and touched and nibbled and said things she should have understood, but she was far beyond the world of words. There was only this mindless place where writhing pleasure soaked her. Where she clung to his powerful body and only his fierce possession of her mattered. Where one tiny twist of her hips had him striking into her like lightning, making her lose her breath and turn molten even as his arms caged her.

His name was on her lips when she came. He held onto her, said her name, too, in a long, drawn out breath and came hard and fast