“You promised me more orgasms,” I cut him off, recovering a little of my composure as I set my shoulders with challenge. “Or was that all just talk?”
That shark-like gaze flicks over my face, but if he’s searching for doubt or hesitation, he won’t find any.
The tip of his tongue darts out to flick directly against my clit, and the warmth that was building returns in a rush. This time, I force the ball of emotion down deep, burying it so it can’t interrupt.
There will be time later, when this is over, to pick every second apart and wallow in gratitude for this gift. Right now, I have this gorgeous man between my thighs, and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow this ridiculous rush of sentimentality to ruin the moment.
Dakari swirls his tongue around my clit, delving lower to my entrance, where he groans before licking deeper, faster. His mouth must be enchanted, surely. There’s no other explanation for the way he’s mercilessly driving me back to the pinnacle I just fell from. It’s too much. Too intense. My thighstense, trying to slam closed around his head, but he wedges me open with his shoulders, denying me.
Then he hums. Magic. I scream this time, the noise dragging free of my throat like a victory cry as my body sags in his hold.
But he just…keeps going?
One long finger slips between the drenched lips of my sex, driving home in a shocking burst of fullness that makes me writhe on the bed all over again despite my satiety.
“Dakari, I?—”
“You can give me one more,” he coaches. “One more before I sink inside you.”
He’s going to kill me. I might’ve survived my first sacrifice, but I’m about to die on the altar of Eros, and I can’t even feel bad about it. He uses that finger in formidable ways, twisting and pumping and adding a second before curving them so each thrust rubs at my anterior wall while his lips—Oh.
I will never look at that sinful mouth the same way again as he takes my clit and sucks in a rapid staccato burst.
“Dakari!” Is that shrill, piercing voice really mine? I don’t even care. The friction. The suction.
The whole world sharpens, and for a brief instant, I think I do actually see stars bursting into life behind my eyelids before I return to earth.
His jeans are gone, kicked away. The dim light from the clock faces above bathes his skin as he settles above me, his elbows on either side of my head. My mouth falls open as the heat of his cock settles precisely where it needs to, kissing my entrance.
But not pressing in. Not yet.
“Fuck me,” I pant.
As if that was all he wanted, he thrusts forward.
Oh. Oh stars. Fuck. I forgot. Or maybe I’ve just never been this full before.
My body stretches, yielding to the invasion with a slight ache that makes my fingers tense on his biceps and my breath hiss out in a rush. His eyes snap to mine once more.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, cupping my face. “I can stop.”
“No,” I pant, willing myself to adjust faster.
He takes me at my word, his head falling back as his pelvis finally meets the inside of my thighs. There’s a heartbeat, maybe two, where my body scrambles to remember how to do this. I’m not sure it can. Surely, I’ve never been possessed so thoroughly. Not even in my fantasies.
Dakari rotates his hips, then drags them back, letting me feel every inch of him as he separates us, then pushes back in to the sound of my gasp. His third thrust is stronger, every muscle in his chest working to bury himself as deep as he can go.
Then, with a last silent check on me, he lets go and fucks me. Stroke after stroke, my whole body resonates with pleasure. Considering how wet I am, I shouldn’t be surprised by the noises coming from the place where we join, but I must’ve forgotten that part too. I glance down, admiring the shiny coating I’ve left on his cock as he loses himself in me.
“Baby girl,” he groans. “Fuck. Stop clenching, or this will be over before I can get you to come again.”
Again? No. That’s not possible. But then he adjusts the angle, hand gripping the nape of my neck as he starts to work himself in and out harder and harder, hitting my G-spot with unerring precision.
It’s too much.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you fucking can.”
