Page 138 of Big D!ck Energy

Just wait until tomorrow, I thought, the words a feverish chant as her mouth moved against mine. But my body was already betraying that promise, every nerve ending alight at her touch.

The kiss deepened, turning from tender to desperate in a heartbeat. She tasted of cabernet and the sweet dessert we'd shared, an intoxicating mix that went straight to my head. My hands came up to cradle her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks as I poured everything, a year's worth of love, of gratitude, of sheer blinding want, into that one kiss.

She broke away first, breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. Her eyes were dark pools of desire, flames reflecting in them. She didn't say a word. Just looked at me with a possessiveness that made my blood heat, her fingers going to the silk tie of her robe.

She loosened it with a single tug.

The robe fell open.

Nothing underneath.

The air left my lungs in a rush. She was beautiful, my own personal goddess kneeling in front of me.

“Davina...” My voice came out ragged, torn from my throat.

“Shhh.” She placed a finger over my lips, her smile a seductive curve. “My turn to talk.”

She pushed my shoulders back until I was lying flat on the rug, wool soft and scratchy against my back. She loomed over me, hair forming a golden curtain around our faces.

“I love you,” she whispered, lips brushing mine with each word. “I love the way you planned all this. I love the secret you're keeping. I love that you're mine.”

She kissed me again. Then her mouth began a slow journey downward. Soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down the column of my throat, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. I groaned, head falling back.

Every press of her lips was a brand. She took her time, worshiping every inch of me as she moved lower. She nipped at my collarbone, soothed the sting with her tongue, and continued her descent. She unbuttoned my shirt with painstaking slowness, pushing the fabric apart. She leaned down and pressed a kiss right over my pounding heart.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders, my chest, nails scraping lightly over my nipples, making me jolt beneath her.

“You're so responsive,” she murmured against my sternum. “I love knowing exactly what I do to you.”

I'm yours, I thought. I have always been yours.

Her lips trailed lower, across my stomach, her tongue dipping into my navel. I was shaking, every muscle tightened. My cock strained against my pants, desperate for her attention.

As if reading my mind, her fingers went to my belt buckle. The clink of metal was obscenely loud in the quiet room, undercut only by the crackle of the fire and my harsh breathing. She undid the button, slowly drew down the zipper.

The look she gave me then was pure, unadulterated sin. Her eyes locked with mine, holding my gaze captive as she hooked her fingers in my waistband and tugged everything down in one smooth motion.

My cock sprang free, hard and straining, and her eyes darkened with hunger that mirrored my own.

She didn't touch me yet. Just looked, drinking me in from head to toe, her gaze so intense it felt like a physical caress. The heat from her body was tantalizing, a promise hovering just out of reach.

Then, never breaking eye contact, she lowered her head.

The first touch of her tongue was lightning. A lick from base to tip that had my hips bucking off the floor. A low moan rumbled in her throat, the vibration traveling straight through me.

She did it again, tongue flat and wet, tasting me, exploring me. Her hands came up to hold my hips, pinning me to the floor, asserting her control. She was in charge, and I was more than willing to surrender.

She took me into her mouth.

The heat was overwhelming. Her lips stretched around me, sliding down, taking me deeper. Her tongue swirled around my wide head, then pressed firmly along the sensitive vein underneath.

My eyes rolled back. I fisted my hands in the rug, fibers tearing under my grip. I couldn't look away from her, blonde hair spilling over my stomach, cheeks hollowed with suction, eyes locked on mine. The most erotic thing I had ever seen.

“Fuck, baby.” My voice was rough. “You look perfect with my cock in your mouth.”

She moaned around me, the vibration traveling through my bones, and took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, the convulsive tightening pushing me right to the edge.

“Baby... I'm not gonna last...” The warning came out strained.