Oh. My. GOD.
Why did I wait so long to let a man do this? Although I doubt any other man’s tongue could do this to me.
He steadies his breathing, and he comes up again to my mouth, kissing me hard. I taste myself on his lips.
“Do you know what a turn-on it is knowing I’m the only one to have ever tasted you?” He groans into my mouth. “I could come just thinking about it.”
He presses his body down on mine, and I feel every muscle, every curve of his perfect sculpture.
Truth to be told, I’ve never had multiple orgasms in one night.
With Ben, I’d become a bit of a faker. Now, here with Danny Walker, I’m trying to reign myself in. Everything about him reminds me of sex. How he stares at me, what he says to me, how he breathes.
Even offering that decanted wine turned me on.
His hardness presses against my inner thigh, and he kisses me, bearing his weight with his biceps.
I wrap my legs around his hips and push myself into his rock-hard dick so that it grows slick with my juices, making me shiver with the promise of what’s to come.
We are skin on skin now, impatiently grinding against each other.
I can’t get enough of this man, my thirst for him is insatiable.
My hand reaches down to curl around the base of his cock. I want, no need, to taste him like he tasted me.
I push him off me, forcing him to rise from the bed then drop to my knees in front of him.
“Your turn,” I murmur.
We stare at each other as I take him in my hands and slide my lips over the head of his shaft. He lets out a moan, and I take more of him in my mouth, inch by inch. The shallow sucking becomes deeper, and he thrusts into my mouth with heavy breaths. I swallow the urge to gag as he grabs a handful of my hair and pushes himself in so deep that he hits the back of my throat.
His eyes fix on me as the moist sounds of my sucking fill the bedroom, along with his ragged breathing.
“Charlie,” he growls. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
My jaw aching, I resist the gag reflex and take him hard, again and again.
“No,” He says in a strangled voice, pulling my hair back gently. I ignore his pleas and keep thrusting.
“Charlie.” he rasps, pulling himself away so that he swings free from my mouth. “I’m too close already.”
His length glistens at my eye line, coated with wetness.
I stare up at him in question.
“I want to come inside you.” His voice is dark and raspy. “Are you on the pill?” I nod.
“Good. I’m to fill you full with my come.” Holy God, this man talks dirty.
I smirk up at him. “You know, with chat like that, you’d make a good porn star.”
He pulls me onto my feet and throws me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me.
My legs clamp around him, digging my heels into his buttocks.
“I want you in me. Now.” I demand, digging my nails into his back.
With our eyes locked, he strokes his shaft across my wet slit. My clit quivers as he teases me, and
I arch my back into his groin. “Please, Danny.”
I glare at him like I’m starved, and he grins back at me, eyes drowning in arousal, before pushing the head of his shaft into my slit, first gently before slamming into me with his erection.
I whimper as my core reacts to his size.
Cursing, he eases the pressure, thrusting gently, stretching me until I visibly relax.
“You ok, sweetheart?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak, grinding my knees against his hips.
He thrusts into me at just the right spot, and I moan hard against his mouth, feeling another orgasm rising up in my core. It’s too soon.
“I’ve been dreaming about being inside you for a long time.” Heat floods his eyes as he stares at me. “For my cock to fill your tight pussy.”
I roll my head back, moaning. “Do you know how good this feels?” I press his buttocks into me so that he goes deeper.
“You want deeper?” he whispers hoarsely. “Yes,” I cry out.
He pumps harder. Until he is buried to the hilt, and he can’t possibly get any deeper in me.
“That feels so… fucking….. good.” I moan.
A growl rumbles from his throat as my muscles clench hard and territorial around him.
“Fuck” he moans, sweat glistening on his forehead. “I’m going to come quickly if you keep doing that.”.
I grab his hair hard as my entire body shudders with the pressure of him thrusting in and out over and over again until I can’t hold on any longer. Another orgasm rips through me even more powerful than the last.
His cock pulses furiously in retaliation, and I feel every movement as he comes deep inside me, his warm liquid pumping fast and furious into me.
We collapse back onto the bed, both panting, our skins sticking together with sweat and arousal. I melt into the bed covers, elated, exhausted, raw.
He runs a hand lazily over my sweat-soaked body, and I turn my head to face him. His dark eyes hold mine, and something passes between us. An acknowledgement, a recognition.
This wasn’t just good sex. This was the best sex of my life. And the way he is staring at me right now? He agrees 100%.
“Stop staring at me like that,” I smirk.
He smiles, trailing a finger along my cheek and down my neck. The lights of the River Thames cast shadows over his masculine jaw, and I take in his features in awe. Without a doubt, right now, I’m the luckiest girl in London.
“You’re heart-stopping,” he whispers. “I’m not sure my poor heart can take this.”
His large thigh shifts on top of me, crushing me as if he’s forgotten how much heavier he is than me.
“Come on,” he rouses from the pillow. “Before we fall asleep in this mess. Let’s get you all clean again.”
I’m not sure I can make it to the shower.” I giggle. “I might need a walking stick.”
I don’t know what’s happening between us, but one thing’s for sure, I’ll never be able to go back from this.