Danil’s Mate(35)

“No,” she said. “Keep facing forward.”

He hesitated, but did as she asked, his hands flexing at his sides.

Next came her pants. She stood behind him in only a lacy green pair of underwear and a matching bra. She’d had a feeling these might come in handy when she’d put them on today. Stepping forward, she molded herself to his back. He growled when her breasts pushed into him. Warm against warm.

She let her hands reach around and travel the landscape of his stomach, the hair on his chest. And then she indulged herself and let her hands plunge under the waistband of his underwear. He growled more but she ignored him, gripping him tight and stroking the magnificent length of him. God. He really was glorious.

She stroked him again, opening her mouth against the smooth warmth of his back, nipping with her teeth.

“Pandora,” he gritted out through his teeth. “I said that you should use me. For your pleasure. Not mine.” His body strained slightly forward, unable to resist the pump of her hand.

“This is my pleasure, Danil,” she said, smiling at his obvious strain. She pumped him again before she slid around to his front. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he took in her delicate lingerie. His hands reached for her but she batted them away, moving quickly. She tugged his underwear down and fell to her knees in front of him. “And so is this.”

She swallowed him down before he could protest. Well, she swallowed as much as she could, using her hands to pump the part of his cock that wouldn’t make it down her throat. When she looked up at him through the fringe of her lashes, he was staring down at her. Cursing her. Burning for her. Straining, receiving, warring.

She wanted him to let go, to feel nothing but an explosion of pleasure. So she swallowed more, humming and moaning around him. One of his hands tangled in the hair at the back of her head as he gently pushed her down on his cock. If her mouth hadn’t been stretched to the brim, she would have smiled at the victory, but as it was, she merely swallowed him further.

His body started to stiffen and he ripped her off his dick. Lifting her by the elbows, he slammed his mouth to hers. She was pushing him. She knew. And she was about to push him even further. She smashed herself against him, rubbing her nipples through the delicious chafe of his chest hair and tangling one of her legs with his.

She pushed on his shoulders and he got the message, tumbling back with her. She landed on his chest and her mouth instantly clamped to his neck. She felt her passions rising, her body straining. She’d meant to drive him crazy but she was working herself up as well.

“Show me, Pandora,” he growled. “Show me what you need. What is yours.”

She sat up and dragged her hands down his chest, her fingers curled into claws of passion. She might be hurting him. Neither cared. Her heart was racing, her body aching. She needed. She needed.

She stilled as her wet, aching pussy met the side of his straining shaft. She dragged herself up the side of it and pleasure like she’d never known shot through her. This is what he’d meant. He meant for her to use his body for whatever means. For her ultimate pleasure. She took him up on it.

She rode the side of his cock, not quite letting him penetrate her. Her body was rising, tightening at a near historic pace. When the friction wasn’t quite enough, she reared up further on her legs and grabbed his shaft with one hand, using the head to trace circles around her clit.

He groaned in what sounded like ultimate pain as he watched, his eyes glued to the sight.

“Use me. Yes. Show me,” he ground out the words, using every muscle in his body to stay still for her. To let her take exactly what she needed from him. She whimpered, thrusting out her chest and he realized that she needed more.

Danil sat straight up and clamped one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down and sucked, hard, rudely, brutishly. And it was that that tossed her over the edge.

Dora’s eyes were wide, completely unseeing as her head threw back, her body tensed and she came like fucking Aphrodite.

Danil clamped an arm around her waist and slammed her down on his cock, fully penetrating her and prolonging her orgasm by another twenty seconds. She gasped, panted, begged, but silently, her body very nearly dissolving into the air around them.

“So quiet,” he muttered as she began to come down from her orgasm, her pussy rhythmically squeezing him so tightly he had to grit his teeth. “Always so quiet unless I make you scream.”

Her eyes cleared a tiny bit. She looked down at him. “Make me scream,” she whispered.

Danil flipped them over instantly, rolling over top of her, one hand still clamped around her hips to keep her protected from the hard tile floor. But nothing could protect her from him.