She now lay on top of him. Draped over his torso, and he was still rock-hard and moving inside her. A gentle rocking that soothed and excited at the same time. He allowed her a few moments to gather her bearings, and then his mouth was on hers again, kissing possessively.
After a fierce moment, he grabbed her shoulders and propped her up to sit astride him. “Ride me. Ride me hard.”
A whimper escaped her. She wasn’t sure she could do it. He had wrenched her clean of every atom of pleasure.
“You can do it,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.
His firm hand slid up her thighs, over her hips and waist to cup her breasts, teasing and arousing her nipples, making them pebble again under his ministrations.
“Touch yourself. Use my cock to make yourself come again.”
“Dariux, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. Your pussy wants to come again. I can feel it trembling around me.”
His words, as much as his hands and his hard body under her, in her, aroused her anew. Maybe she was greedy, because she wanted to come again. Wanted to make him come again. This time in unison. So she circled her hips, feeling the wet, heavy slide of his cock inside her.
Her fingers found her clitoris and stroked. Slid. Caressed. Stimulated. Until her hips were once again moving of their own accord. Grinding fiercely down on him. This position allowed a deep penetration, and she felt him hitting the entrance to her womb. But she controlled the movement, speed, and depth.
She moved her hips this way and that. Making him rub against the spot that caused the most pleasure. And then she was climbing again. She felt his enthusiasm. He was not passive under her. His hips bucked and lifted off the bed, thrusting up into her, possessing her, while his hands slid up her thighs, along her arms, to come to rest on her breasts. Torturing and arousing them, making her nipples bead into aching points.
The climax, when it hit, was an unexpected explosion. Swift and powerful and all-encompassing. The shock wave expanded to every corner of her body and stunned her into oblivion. She couldn’t think. Her hearing was muted, and her body tensed in the grip of ecstasy.
Somewhere, some distant corner of her mind registered his own groans of pleasure, and how his body hardened, and how his arms became bands of steel holding her to him. She felt his tremor a moment before his flesh pulsed inside her and warmth flooded her vagina.
She fell on his chest. And then remained, spent and boneless, collapsed on top of him. She should move. This was almost more intimate than the act itself. This cuddling, soft tenderness, and mutual comfort. But he was running his hands down her back and buttocks, the strokes long and languid.
It was so good. Exactly what she needed. She closed her eyes and started slipping into sleep. With her last remaining strength, she forced herself to disentangle from his body and crawl to her own side of the bed, then snuggled into her pillow. He turned away, and soon his breathing became slow and regular.
One thought chased her into oblivion. He was an amazing lover. But that didn’t mean he loved.
CHAPTER 17
“They are gone,” Dariuxannounced as he stalked into their room three days later.
Kalli looked up from the instruments and breakfast leftovers on the dining room table. “Who? Where?”
