lover too. He kisses me slow and deep, sliding his tongue over my lips, opening my mouth, exploring me. His kiss is hungry, insistent, but never too much. I love that he can be rough when I beg for it, and gentle when I need sweetness. Right now, I crave this tender side of Daniel.
I loop my hands into his hair, feeling the soft strands, arching against him, seeking closeness.
We break the kiss, and I’m already turned on, wildly aroused. “Will you undress me? Spread me out on the bed and take me?”
I want to add make love to me, but I won’t dare use those words.
“I will,” he says, a husky promise.
His fingers travel to my blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, like a seduction. The hair on my arms stands on end. Pleasure sweeps over me, and every part of my body sings for him.
He pushes my shirt down, letting it fall to the floor. My skirt goes next, and I step out of it—out of my flats too. I’m wearing only black lace panties and a bra, but he’s still fully clothed. “I think I better get to work on you,” I say.
“Be my guest,” he says, and I like that we can trade off.
Soon, he’s down to his boxer briefs, and I push them off, then reach for his shaft and squeeze it, savoring the hot, hard feel of him in my palm.
He closes his eyes, groaning my name. “Scarlett.”
“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” I whisper, because it sounds like desire. Like passion. Like lust.
He opens his eyes. “I want you so much.”
He pushes my hand off of his cock, unhooks my bra, slides my panties off, then glides his hand between my legs. He moans as he feels how silky I am for him, how wet.
“You’re dripping,” he says, his lips curving into a wicked grin.
“And you do that to me,” I say.
We make our way to the bedroom, where I reach for a condom on the nightstand. I hand it to him, then lie flat on my back and raise my arms over my head, pressing them into the headboard as I part my legs wide.
Naked. On display. For him.
He groans his appreciation.
He kneels between my thighs, his eyes roaming over my body. “I love how you give yourself to me,” he says, his tone like gravel and lust.
That’s exactly what I’m doing. I am giving myself to him.
He rolls on the condom then rubs the head of his cock between my legs, and I arch up, crying out in pleasure from that first touch. My skin crackles with longing.
He rubs against me, making me moan, making me groan, drawing even more desire out of me, teasing me. Then he bends closer, bracing himself on his forearms, his chest close to mine. “I’m going to tease you, love,” he says, driving me wild, and I love the madness.
“I’m not above begging you to fuck me.”
He reaches a hand down, grips his cock, and presses the head against me once again, toying with my entrance, running his length up and down my wetness till I can’t take it.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me now,” I pant out.
“As you wish,” he says, and he slides into me, sinking deep, and I nearly cry from the pleasure. Bliss rains down all over my body. Pressing my palms harder against the headboard, I arch my chest, thrusting my hips against him. He goes deeper and deeper, plunging into me. Our bodies move, and time seems to melt away. All that’s left is this feeling, this intense connection with him.
He dips his head and grazes his lips along my neck, fucking me harder, deeper. Soon, pleasure coils in me, commanding every cell. An orgasm overtakes my entire body as I come quickly, hard and fast.
When I open my eyes, I laugh lightly.
“What’s so funny?”
“It just kind of seized me. I wasn’t expecting to come so quickly.”
His eyes go feral. “Then let’s make you come again.”
“Put me on my hands and knees,” I say.
His eyes narrow, glinting with lust as he pulls out, grabs my hips, and flips me into a new position, the first one we fucked in. He enters me from behind, going deep into my pussy again, filling me once more.
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers in. I want to be marked again. Because this time feels like a whole new time. He’s fucked me gently, he’s fucked me tenderly, and now he can