“So where do you hide the condoms?” she asked. “Sewn into a pillow? Dangling on a string from the ceiling?”
He laughed as he reached into his bedside drawer. “Nothing so elaborate,” he replied.
“Let me,” she whispered, taking the condom from his hand.
She rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs.
“Magnificent,” she said, staring at the eager cock that thrust toward her.
“Glad you approve,” he teased.
Allison reached out and lightly ran a finger down his impressive length. The smile slipped from his face as his body tightened in pleasure. Continuing in her exploration, she traced the contours of sensitive skin beneath her finger.
“Ali,” he bit out.
She ripped open the package then gently unrolled the condom onto his cock, giving it a last, loving squeeze.
“Dammit,” he panted, reaching out to grab her arms and pull her down to him. “I need to be inside you.”
Her body jumped in delight. “I didn’t hear a please,” she said, rolling her hips against his straining cock.
Grabbing her waist, he rolled them both until she lay firmly beneath him. “Careful, angel,” he warned. “Two can play that game.”
He leaned down to brush his mouth over her nipples, flicking the hardened nubs with his tongue. She gasped with pleasure.
Sliding a knee between hers, he pushed her legs apart. She wiggled slightly to make room for him between her legs and heard his sharp inhalation.
“I’m still waiting for that please,” she purred, undulating under him.
Growling, he bent to kiss her hard. “Pretty damn please,” he rasped.
“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, cupping his face between her palms.
He grabbed her hips and set himself against her entrance before thrusting forward. Allison moaned as he pressed into her.
“Oh yes,” she groaned. She bent her knees to cradled him between her thighs. The position gave her more leverage to thrust her pelvis up to meet him. They rocked together as delicious waves of pleasure buffeted them.
“My Ali,” he groaned, straining against her.
She bit her lip as her body clenched with need. Sensations drowning her, fraying her already tattered control. The feel of his hot skin beneath her fingers, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her, the pleasure of his body moving inside hers threatened to overwhelm her. It was too much and yet not nearly enough.
She needed every bit of him she could get.
I hope this never ends.
She wrapped her arms around him to hold him tight even though he was deep within her body. Closing her eyes, she tried to memorize the incredible feelings he inspired within her.
“More,” she urged, arching under him.
He latched onto a breast, sucking her as he stroked inside her. She cried out in wordless need. Faster and faster she raised her hips, needing the mind-blowing pleasure only he could give her.
“More,” she gasped, biting his shoulder.
“Now,” he grit, grabbing her hips and driving into her frantically. “Come with me, sweetheart.”
The endearment pushed her over the edge. Allison screamed as she climaxed. She heard Darian’s cry join hers and held onto him tight as bliss washed over every cell in her body.
They held each other as their bodies twitched and twisted. When the orgasm faded, she curled into his arms. Lying beside him in the cooling sheets. This was what she’d been longing for. A perfect, utterly connected night with the man of her dreams. But he’d been very clear about his terms. One night was all she would get.
It was only now that she realized what a double-edged sword satisfying her curiosity was. Now that she knew what it felt like to be Darian’s, how was she supposed to go back to her normal life without him?
Chapter Seven
Sunlight shone across her eyelids, forcing her sleepy body awake. Stretching, she blinked at the light before biting back a groan. She would have welcomed another five or six hours of sleep.
By her side, Darian hadn’t even budged, his head buried in pillows.
All thoughts of returning to dreamland vanished, replaced with a growing sense of dread.
What did we do? As slowly as she could, she eased her body from the bed.
Darian didn’t move.
Standing naked in his room, she glanced around for her clothes, remembering bits and pieces of them were scattered across two floors of this house.
As she pulled her skirt on, her body protested the movement. A delicious ache filled her muscles in a reminder of exactly how much she’d used them last night. How many times had he reached for her? How many different ways had they satisfied their lusts?
Just staring at Darian had her body leaping in anticipation. It urged her to crawl back into bed and wake him up properly.