Finally able to breathe again and amused by how scandalized and aroused he looked, I repeated myself, this time without all the hysterical shrieking alongside it. “Oh. You liked hearing me say pussy?” I reached my pillow and I lay back on the bed, settling in and shifting my legs apart. “Pussy. Fuck me hard in my pussy, Brandon.”
“Holy shit,” he said. “You definitely are going to kill me.”
He rolled on a condom and moved between my legs. He bent down and kissed me, hard. It was a demanding kiss, one that he punctuated by squeezing my nipple. I shuddered, heat pooling deep inside my core. I moved my legs even further apart in invitation. I ran my hands over his muscular back, down to his tight ass. Brandon lifted my leg onto his hip and drove inside me.
I moaned. He swore. That was a big cock.
I was buried deep inside Dakota and it was everything I had imagined it would be. She was wet and tight and her legs were wrapped around mine. Her eyes were closed and she was making soft little sounds of pleasure that were driving me insane. I loved how unpredictable she was. That teasing with the open-and close-glimpse of her smooth pussy had both amused and turned me on. And damn, when she had asked me to fuck her pussy hard, I thought I’d died and fallen into my own personal porn fantasy.
This shouldn’t even be happening and yet it was, and I wanted it to last fucking all night. I held back, testing different rhythms and speeds, finding her pleasure point. Her breath hitched when I pulled almost all the way out of her, paused, then drove deep. Her chin lifted, her eyes rolled back. So I repeated it.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes.” Then her eyes popped open fully and her mouth drifted open.
I knew she was about to come, so I didn’t pull too far out this time. I just moved enough to drive it home hard one last time and watch her break. Her fingers dug into my hips as she gave a gasp of total ecstasy. It was a gorgeous sound, shuddering and delicate and feminine.
“That was so fucking sexy,” I said, even as I lifted her ass with my palm and drove myself to my own finish. I stared down at her as I did, not wanting to miss a single second of being with her.
This was one for the books.
I eased out of her and went on my side beside her. “Wow.” I ran a finger down her arm. “Was that hard enough for you?”
She nodded. But then she swallowed and turned to face me. The tip of her tongue moistened her bottom lip. “Though I think you could probably go even harder. If you want.”
Damn.
I swear, my vision actually went black from lack of oxygen to my brain. All my blood rushed south to my cock. “Any position you have in mind? Ladies’ choice.”
But she shook her head. “Surprise me.”
Oh, yeah, this was a fantasy come to life. Suddenly all the bullshit of the last few years felt like it had been erased by the karmic reward of this incredible moment.
“I can do that. Just give me five minutes or less to catch my breath.” I eased off the condom and glanced around. The room was too small for nightstands. It was just a room with a bed perfectly wedged into it. I had to shimmy down off at the foot of the bed to exit the room.
There were two doors and I took a guess which was the bathroom. I guessed right. I disposed of the condom, then brought the two wineglasses to the bed. “Drink?” I asked.
She sat up on one elbow and took a sip, then handed it back to me. I drained my glass and returned them to the countertop. I got another condom and put it on. I was hard again already. She was wearing one shoe still and was eyeing me with curiosity. Her eyes roamed over the length of me as she watched me climb back into bed. I slipped the remaining shoe off of her foot and tossed it on the floor.
“You’re a big man,” she said. “I like that. It’s hard to find guys substantially taller than me.”
“I can’t take credit for my height.” I shifted over her, wanting to feel her beneath me. I gave her a light, teasing kiss. “I will take credit for the biceps and the six-pack.”
She laughed softly. “Duly noted. I appreciate the effort. And I could say the same. I work out every day and it’s not always easy.”
“I definitely appreciate the effort as well. Your body is amazing. Sinful. A work of art.” I shifted back so I could run a finger down over her clavicle, between her breasts, to her navel. I sank into her wet heat.
Dakota’s head tipped back and her back arched. “Thank you.”
There was something about her tone that made me urgent again. No more lazy teasing. I wanted to taste her again. I dropped my head and flicked my tongue over her clit. She moaned.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she murmured. “Twice in one night? It must be my lucky day.”
“It is Valentine’s Day,” I said. “From my heart to yours.”
I meant it as a joke, and fortunately, she got that. A beat too late I realized that could have been misconstrued, but Dakota laughed. “I can honestly say this beats any stupid gift I’ve ever received on Valentine’s Day.”
“Then I’d better make it count.” I loved teasing at her slit, tasting her sweet tangy desire. I gripped her thighs and took my fill, enjoying her shudders and increasingly urgent moans. At some point, her fingers found their way into my hair and she was holding on like she would levitate without the grounding.
It was hot. It was delicious. It was making me hard as a rock.
When she came, I had to say I took some serious pride in the loud cry that ripped from her lips, and the way she almost tore every hair out of my head at the roots. Once she was relaxed again against the mattress, I rose up and ran my eyes over her, wanting to commit this to memory.
“Put your feet on my shoulders,” I urged. She wanted it deep? So did I. I’d give her deep.
Then I remembered she’d actually said hard, not deep. Well, next time I’d give her hard, because she was already complying. With ease. Because she was a dancer. With long legs and amazing flexibility. I swore under my breath.
“Oh, hello,” she said, when I entered her again. “It’s nice to meet you.”
That made me want to laugh but I was too busy concentrating on not coming inside her too soon. Deep it was. Balls deep. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Being with Dakota was entertaining and explosive all at once.
I had no idea how much time passed, but it felt like I had just moved in. Like I’d been there forever and was staying. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body, of her heat wrapped around my cock. She took it as deep as I could give it and maybe it was hours, maybe it was minutes, she was gripping my waist and coming again.
What was this magic carriage rescue man was creating? I felt like I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of sex. It just never stopped. His cock kept coming at me and I kept coming. I felt like an overcooked noodle and yet I still wanted more.
“I need a minute,” Brandon said, falling off of me for the third time.
He kept saying that and he kept coming back stronger than before. How old was he? And how was he even doing that? It was sexual voodoo.
“I need some water.” I pushed my hair back off my forehead. I was embarrassingly sweaty. I needed water and a shower and handcuffs to keep him with me for eternity. The world didn’t exist right now and that was amazing. It was just him, me, and a whole lot of orgasms.