I know DK too well to think it’s a coincidence. “This looks amazing, boo,” I say as he takes his seat across from me and pours the wine. “Is it from The Aqua?”
“Mhm. Picked it up on my way here.”
Playing with him, I drag a shrimp through the sauce exactly the way I did that night, sliding it into my mouth, then with a slow, deliberate lick, run my tongue across my lips.
His grin deepens, and desire brews in his eyes. “That right there was the moment I knew you were going to completely own me.”
Lunch is light and easy, filled with flirty banter, the natural connection we share, and plenty of teasing foreplay. By the time we finish, I fully expect him to bend me over the porch railing, flip my dress up, yank my thong down, and pound into me like a starving man. Instead, he runs me a hot bath and insists I take a nap.
“I don’t want to waste the day sleeping when we have limited time,” I protest around the rising steam in the bathroom.
“You are dead on your feet, Luna. Just one hour. I promise I’ll wake you.”
My gaze shifts from the inviting bath to the big, comfy bed with its thick down comforter visible through the open doorway. “Not gonna lie, that does sound good.”
“Go get in the tub,” he says, stepping closer to press his lips to my temple. “We’ll have the rest of the day… and all night.”
I wake sometime later to DK moving over me like a shadow. His bare skin is warm against mine, his breath a feather-light brush against my ear.
“Mmm.” I wind my arms around his waist and part my thighs to welcome him between them. All his weight settles against me, making my heart sing and my blood burn with the kind of heat that has been banked for too long.
“Was I out the full hour?” I ask, sleep still thick in my voice.
“Two,” he murmurs against the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“You promised,” I say, too distracted by what he’s doing to properly complain.
“I had my fingers crossed.”
My laugh turns to a moan as he catches my mouth in a soft, deep kiss. There’s restraint, a measure of self-control in the slow, sensuous sweep of his tongue. He tastes faintly of the wine we shared, his lips buttery soft yet firm and warm. The contrasts alone are arousing, shedding the vestiges of sleep and awakening all my senses.
I slide my hands lower, gripping the thick, rounded cheeks of his ass, and roll my hips beneath him. “Fuck me hard, DK.”
He grunts, reaching behind him to curl his fingers around my wrists, and effortlessly lifts my arms up to the pillow, pinning my hands beside my head. He looks down at me, his gaze dark and intent. “Not this time. I want to make love to you—slow and sweet.”
This man is literally undoing me. When he said he would take care of everything, he meant exactly that. He trails humid kissesdown my neck, and I gasp as his mouth covers my nipple and sucks it through the satin, deep pulls that echo in the tightening of my core. He moves to my other breast, then, releasing my wrists, pushes up the hem of my slip.
I close my eyes, relinquishing control, and lose myself in the exquisiteness of his mouth as it drifts down my body. He kisses the dip of my apron belly, not just accepting this soft, fat piece of me, but worshipping it with his mouth and fingers.
“You feel so good,” his muffled praise whispers over my goose-pebbled flesh as he moves lower. “Mmm…” He breathes between my thighs. “I missed your smell.” He kisses my pussy and my hips come off the bed. He lowers me back down. “You’re always so ripe and ready for me, Mnandi.”
“DK.” My fingers comb through his hair, urging his mouth back, desperate to come.
Instead, he pushes the satin all the way up my body, uncovering my breasts. His hands squeeze their plump, heavy weight. He blows across my skin before licking one nipple in velvet strokes while tugging the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
My chest rises hard as he circles the beaded point with the tip of his tongue, then sucks softly. Keening moans spill from me, my back arching, lifting into the sweet torment of his mouth. He switches to the other side, giving me a light, stinging bite before returning to the fluttering licks designed to drive me insane.
I whimper his name and pull on his hair, grinding my hips against the mattress, and still he patiently coaxes my body over and over again until I feel like I might explode. His tongue is tireless, wickedly focusing on one nipple then the other. The soft licks and gentle bites are maddening.
I’m completely suspended on the edge, my breath hitching as a heavy pressure coils tight in my lower belly. I’ve never gotten over the top from this alone—nipple play has always been theprelude, the intense buildup, even with toys. But right now, my unspent desire is warping into something entirely new. A direct line of fire shoots from the beaded point of my breast and straight down into my core, making my walls pulse wildly in anticipation.
“DK, please,” I pant, my head thrashing on the pillow. “I’m so close… I need…” I’m too turned on to even finish begging.
He doesn’t drop his hands lower. Instead, his thumb and forefinger pinch the damp nerve-bundle of my left nipple, rolling it firmly, while his mouth clamps down on the right with a scorching suction.
The dual sensation is a physical blow. A sudden tide that starts in my breasts swells, spreading through my sex in a liquid rush of ecstasy. My back arches so high my shoulders barely touch the sheets, my muscles clenching around nothing but my own wet release. I shake hard, fighting to breathe, completely unraveled by my first nipple-induced climax.
DK holds me tight through the tremors, his chest caging my vibrating body as the aftershocks ripple through my thighs. He doesn’t stop the suction, just softens it into a light, soothing drag of his tongue until I slide back down to earth.
