HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

The plan had been to make her come. To give her such pleasure she couldn’t say no to his proposition. But the more he pleased her, the stronger his own desire became. That’s not how it usually worked for him. Not that he didn’t enjoy lavishing attention on his partners, but this was different. He needed her to come.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Daniel?”

“Yes?”

She turned to him and half opened her eyes. “You asked me what I wanted.”

“You’re right.”

He left the pleasure of her heat to stand up and take off the rest of his clothes. Grabbing the big lavender towel off the bar behind him, he spread it open between his hands.

“Come,” he whispered.

She braced her arms on the tub, then stood, rising like Venus, and he drank in the sight of her dripping and shiny. God dammit, she turned him on.

Carefully, she stepped onto the braided rug by her feet, then stepped into his arms so he could wrap the towel around her. Taking advantage of the situation, he kissed her as he rubbed her back, wanting her naked, needing her dry.

Well, not in some places.

He smiled, breaking the kiss, which wasn’t so bad because it meant he could concentrate more on her dryness, and less on his erection. In fact, while rubbing her down in a way he hoped was soothing and sensuous.

As he was drying the luscious orbs of her ass, thinking about anything else was completely out of the question.

He slowed down, using his index finger to pull the towel between her cheeks.

She gasped as he ran the towel up and down the slender crevice and he didn’t stop until he felt her shiver.

“Daniel?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re a kinky bastard, aren’t you?”

“I do my best,” he replied.

“Really?”

He nodded, liking the feel of her soft hair against his cheek. She bit him on the shoulder.

“Ouch. What’d you do that for?” he asked.

She looked up at him, a wicked grin making her perfect. “Because I could.”

“Ah. Another highly desirable trait.” he said.

“What?”

“Seizing the moment.”

Her hand, through the towel, grasped his still hard cock. “Like this?”

“Ah, yeah. I think you’re dry, what do you think?”

“Actually, you missed a spot.”

He met her smokey gaze. “Uh-oh. Where would that be?”

She let him go, then slipped out of his embrace. “Come with me and I will show you.”

He was right on her heels as they entered her bedroom. With her typical abandon, she sprawled across the comforter, her head cradled by her plethora of pillows, her arms spread wide, and her legs curled enticingly.

He joined her, running his hand over her tummy and breast and he nestled next to her. She moved in to kiss him, but instead took his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled.

He retaliated by taking her right nipple between his thumb and finger.

She nipped.

He squeezed.

She moaned.

“Daniel” she breathed weakly, half in protest, and for an answer he bent and took one straining nipple into his mouth.

It was too much.

With Daniel suckling her breast, she was already throbbing with the need for him to touch her in other, wetter, places. She wanted to reach out and stroke him. But when she reached for him, he stopped her.

“Soon, baby” he said, “Just not too soon, hmm?”

It simply was too much, and he had to be inside her. He pulled back from her gasping for air. “Condom,” he said.

She nodded, then turned her head to the small nightstand beside the bed. Hating to move from her heat, he scrambled as quickly as he could to open the drawer.

The box of condoms was right there, and in what must have been land record speed, got one out, opened, and on his cock. A moment later, the hell with the drawer, he spread her legs so he could kneel between them.

The sight was too tempting for slow seduction, and he was too hungry. He ran his hands up her thighs, and when he got to her soft patch of hair, he petted her for a moment, then his thumbs found her lips, which he spread apart. He leaned down, drunk on her scent, and tasted her.

She moaned as her hand corded through his hair.

With single minded intensity, he applied the hardened tip of his tongue to the swollen nub, and he didn’t stop when her legs wrapped around his back, or when she bucked beneath him so hard he almost lost his balance. He laved her with his tongue until he had her twisting and turning beneath him.

“Damm, you taste so sweet,” he muttered thickly. “Hmm, I wanna make you come again?” he asked.

“Not-not without you,” Emma said, her voice unsteady, yet not too wrapped up in her own needs not to know she wanted him inside her.

And with one swift, hard lunge he thrust into her, his thick length stretching her and filling her so completely that she let out a breathless cry. Then, with his body hair brushing her thighs, he expelled a hoarse breath. “You’re so fucking tight”

Her muscles quickened automatically about him. “Just-just do it, Daniel. Don’t-wait…”

As if he could, thought Daniel grimly. It was hard enough to control the urge he had to slam himself into her until it was done. Only the desire to savor the moment had him rocking back on his heels, looking down at the point where their bodies were joined so completely.

“Daniel” she protested weakly, and with a groan he pushed into her again.

She closed about him, slick and tight, and the driving need for satisfaction blanked his mind.

“Beautiful” he said thickly. Then rocking back again, he said. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Me neither,” she confessed, but that didn’t stop her from lifting her legs to wind them about his hips. Then he felt the convulsion as she lost control and holding back was impossible.

Her liquid heat drenched him, more than enough to send him over the edge. He moaned as the force of his release spilled from him. Shuddering with mindless pleasure, he emptied himself into her, and then slumped across her body in a total state of abandon.