I tossed them aside without looking at where they landed, too focused on Daniela in her prim little dress with no panties underneath.
In that moment, I decided I’d take her that way one day, dressed in one of those proper dresses as I fucked her from behind.
But for now, I looked at her for another lingering moment and then pulled her to her feet. The dress had a row of buttons down the front, and I started working them, popping open one after the other, growing more and more excited with each patch of skin that was revealed.
I could hear her breath change, deepen, as I got farther, and by the time I was midway down, I paused to see the smooth expanse of her soft stomach, her golden brown skin and the black lace of her bra, the full breasts the bra contained.
I kept going.
When the dress was finally opened, I quickly slid it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
I made quick work of the bra, not pausing to notice what I was sure was fine lingerie.
Because even the finest was nothing compared to the woman it covered.
I stepped back, not trusting myself not to touch her and looked at her, trying to drink in every dip and curve of her beautiful body, all smooth skin and soft curves.
She exhaled, the movement making her body shake ever so softly, and it broke my trance. I reached for her, and then kissed her.
As I did, she began to work my shirt up, her fumbling hands only intensifying the moment. I broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt up and over my head, but once it was gone, her hands again found me instantly, soft palms against my bare skin as she again began kissing me.
Then her hands dropped lower to open my belt.
She made quick work of it and my pants, and then wrapped her hand around my thick cock. I pushed her away, already too close to handle more stimulation. When I lost myself, it would be inside her.
I stripped off my pants and shoes and then lead her until she sat on the edge of the bed. It was impossible for me not to notice how close her face was to my cock, how she looked at me like she would want nothing more than to take me between her lips.
Not yet.
I shook my head, and she lay back, her body soft, beckoning. I climbed atop her, then looked down at Daniela, her body caged between mine and the bed.
We were touching everywhere, and I thought I would combust from the intensity of this moment.
From my desire to be with her.
Instead though, I kissed her soft lips again and then I worked lower, sucked one of her turgid nipples into my mouth and teased it with my tongue as I kneaded her other breast.
She’d widened her thighs to cradle my hips, and my cock jerked toward her, seeking the warmth that was so close, close enough that the crown of my cock was pressed against her wet hole.
It was exquisite torture, one that I was in no hurry to end.
Instead I stayed, her legs wrapped around me, my cock so close to where it wanted to be, my hands full with Daniela’s luscious curves.
She pulled me closer, brought our bodies into even greater contact, and I exhaled sharply, almost dizzy with desire and in desperate need for release.
I bucked my hips ever so slightly, my dick brushing against her soft, wet lips.
I stilled, stared down at her, and she returned my stare, her eyes full, dark with passion.
That look made it impossible for me to hold on longer. I grabbed my cock around the base and slowly began to push inside her.
She was wet but still so tight that I worried about hurting her. So, at the risk of my sanity, I moved as slow as I could, let her adjust to me as I filled her.
She kept her hands anchored on my shoulders, her eyes on mine the entire time.
I pushed until my pelvic bone thudded against hers, and we both sighed out at the sound.
I stilled, letting myself feel. Her hands on my shoulders. Her hard nipples pressing against my chest, the softness of her stomach.
Her tight walls clenching around me.
I almost came, but I wouldn’t, not until she had gotten her pleasure. I reached between our bodies and teased her hard clit.
She responded immediately, crying out. I only intensified my efforts, pinching and stroking her bud as I started to thrust into her. She arched her back, cried out in ecstasy as her walls clenched around me tight.
Tight enough to trigger my own orgasm, and on a deep growl, I spilled myself inside her.
Fourteen
Daniela
Two days later, I smoothed my skirt down and exhaled, drawing on the calm I had once again found in my mother’s garden. I shouldn’t need it, not for my current visitor, but a sense of unease filled me as I waited, one that I didn’t have the time to examine.
One of Sergei’s men had called and told me of Michael’s arrival outside the house. For some reason, my first instinct had been to send him away, but after a second, I pushed that down and allowed him entry. Now, I waited.