Page 57 of New Blood

“That kind of quality in a woman should be rewarded.” He winked at her.

“Rewarded how?” Her coquettish smile revealed that she already guessed what he wanted to do.

“With love,” he murmured and untied the belt of her robe. “And a night of passion.”

Underneath her bathrobe, she wore only a short, thin negligee that felt like silk when he touched it. Danielle tilted her face up to him, offering her lips. He took them and kissed her slowly this time, but not any less passionate. When she’d first entered the bedroom, he’d needed a quick fix for his hunger, an amuse-bouche, but now he was ready for the main course. And he would take his time so they both could enjoy each other and deepen their intimacy. He still had so much to discover about Danielle, and he wanted to show her all of himself, so that they could become part of each other’s lives.

He pushed the robe down her shoulders until it fell to the floor, then lifted her into his arms while continuing to kiss her. He barely felt her weight as he carried her to the four-poster bed. There, he severed the kiss and laid her on the sheets, while he kept his feet on the ground. He nudged her thighs apart and bent over her. When he met her eyes, he noticed the hunger with which she looked at him: as if she wanted to devour him. And maybe she did. Because he’d let her. But not before he’d driven her to ecstasy, because one thing was certain: she would never leave his bed unsatisfied. She was his highest priority.

Gripping the hem of her thin red gown, he pushed it up a few inches, just far enough so he could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He appreciated the gesture.

“Damn, baby, you look tasty.” He licked his lips and suddenly felt like the big bad wolf who was about to devour Little Red Riding Hood in her red negligee. “Don’t mind if I help myself, do you?”

He didn’t expect an answer to his question. The way her eyes changed into those of a wolf was telling him all he needed to know: she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pushed his pajama pants down, letting them pool around his bare feet. His cock was hard and heavy, eager for her. When he caught Danielle’s eyes drop to his erection and pull her lower lip between her teeth, he gave a slight shake of his head.

“Later.”

Gazing into her eyes, he bent over her, until his head was between her spread thighs. He filled his lungs with the aroma of her arousal, a scent so potent, so irresistible that his cock grew even harder and thicker, ready to burst.

Slowly, he lowered his eyes to her pussy and pressed his face into the dark curls, for a moment simply bathing himself in her scent, letting it engulf him like a cocoon, taking him prisoner.

On a moan, he opened his mouth and let his tongue emerge, shifting slightly, until her wet female flesh greeted him. He scooped his hands underneath her thighs and gripped her buttocks to tilt her pelvis upward.

Without rushing it, he took a long, slow swipe of his tongue along her cleft, gathering the juices that had accumulated there. She tasted of fresh flowers, inviting him to linger. He explored her with his lips and his tongue, mapping every ridge and every groove, every muscle and every nerve, learning what gave her the most pleasure. Over and over, he licked her clit until all he could hear reverberating against the walls were her moans and sighs, her breaths and her heartbeat.

With her tender fingers, Danielle caressed the sensitive skin on his nape, and every so often, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He welcomed her touch, no matter in which form it came.

When she suddenly held onto his shoulders with more force and undulated her hips, he put more pressure on her clitoris.

A gasp tearing from Danielle’s throat announced her climax, and a split-second later he could feel her pussy spasm under his lips and tongue.

He continued licking her, gentler now to allow her to ride out her orgasm, until he felt her muscles relax. She exhaled a long breath.

“Oh, Jude, you’re… you’re…wow.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. She’d never looked more beautiful than in the afterglow of her climax: ripe and sensual, sexy and irresistible.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, lifting himself up.

With his legs firmly on the floor, he pulled her thighs toward him, so her ass lined up with the edge of the bed.

Standing there, looking down at her, he realized that she was still wearing her negligee. But he didn’t have the patience to make her take it off. Instead, he reached for it with both hands and ripped it down the middle, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the bedroom.

Her luscious breasts bounced, her nipples hard, the sight driving him insane with lust. Unable to hold back another second, he thrust his rock-hard cock into her warm and welcoming pussy.

“Fuck!”

Despite everything, despite her relaxed muscles and the plentiful lubrication, she was tighter than he remembered. Like a tight glove, her flesh wrapped around his erection, holding him inside her as if it were a prison cell. A cell he had no intention of ever escaping.

“You’re bigger than last night,” she claimed, wrapping her legs around him to keep him close.

“That’s because you’re even more beautiful and sexy than last night.” He withdrew his cock, then immediately sliced back into her. “And you’re mine.”

He gripped her hips with both hands, controlling her movements now, because if he wasn’t careful, he’d come too quickly.

“Now be a good woman, and let me go at my pace, because I’m on a knife’s edge right now, if you know what I mean.”

She smirked.