his luminous blue eyes flecked with black. Avaricious, determined. I had his attention one hundred percent, and I reveled in it. All that time, when we were working together, I had fantasized about this moment: Daniel wanting me, craving my touch, desperate to fuck me. My mouth parted, letting in the oxygen that I needed not to pass out. This man I was so hopelessly in love with had just told me I was beautiful, and it was clear he wanted to eat me alive.
And I wanted to be eaten.
He pulled the top of my dress so my shoulders were bare. It shimmied down, landing in a silky pool around my waist. My breasts exposed, my nipples rosy and erect. He leaned over, his warm breath on my collarbone, where he planted a wet kiss. I was waiting to be ravaged, the way he had promised me, waiting for the dark Viking to rip me in two until I couldn’t walk properly, but so far, Daniel seemed reverent, respectful, as if I were a China doll.
But lust was shimmering in his eyes—dark—Prussian blue now, like a stormy ocean where I could drown. The lights of the Strip flickered by the moving car, although the tinted windows of the limo kept us safe from prying eyes. But reds and golden yellows lit up Daniel’s intent, undistracted face. All concentration was on me, and me alone. He took off his tailored jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled his shirttails from the waistband of his trousers, took off his silver cufflinks, and stuffed them in his pocket. As smoothly as the cufflinks were slipped into his pocket, a foil packet was picked out. He undid his slacks, letting them drop, and tore off his boxer briefs, all in the space of seconds, not minutes. His beautiful body, all glory before my eyes, his huge cock rising toward his navel had me ripping off my panties—soaked as they were—and hitching up my dress. I whimpered, solely at the anticipation of having his thick, hard cock inside me. Our eyes were connected; he hadn’t let his gaze leave mine for one moment.
I opened my legs and squirmed on the seat.
“Wider,” he commanded, his lusty gaze straying down to my glistening pussy. He licked his lips. His cock was proud, smooth as glass, yet intimidating.
I thought he was going to perform oral sex, but still kneeling, Daniel splayed my legs wider apart and swiftly entered me, groaning as he drove in, in one hard, long stroke. His knees forcing my legs wide, his hands holding mine, pushing them out so I was like a starfish—all his.
“Oh . . . Daniel.”
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as if the pleasure was almost unbearable. “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” His lips were then on mine, as he fucked me and kissed me at the same time, his hips pumping into me rhythmically, his rock-hard cock thrusting in and out of me. I needed this so much.
Then he stilled. I could feel him throbbing inside me like a heartbeat. I knew what he was doing; trying to pace himself, but the rhythmic pulse of his thickness, the solidity of it filling my walls, his intense eyes on mine, with a look of love flickering in his irises, drew a mind-blowing orgasm out of me before I realized what was happening.
I started squirming and crying out as the climax coursed through me so unexpectedly, Daniel’s hands holding mine down so I couldn’t even touch him, his hips still, but the girth of his cock expanding, so huge and deep inside me, touching every sensitive nerve, his wet heat exploding.
He let out a low guttural groan. “Oh Janie, you see what you do to me?” His words entered my mouth like a secret, the sounds on his breath an arrow to my soul.
“What we do to each other,” I murmured, my body pounding with beautiful spasms of ecstasy.
He laughed quietly. “That was fast.”
“You came at the same time?” My body was trembling.
“Course. That was fucking sexy what you did, Janie: your sounds, you so wet and tight . . . and gripping me like that. Coming simultaneously isn’t something every couple can do, so why hold back? You and I are obviously hotwired.”
Every couple. Hmm, I love that. Hotwired. I’ll say.
“I . . . it’s never happened like this before.”
“We’re just warming up, baby, there’s more where that came from—don’t worry, I’m ready to go again.”
“Me too,” I said, surprising even myself.