She again was silent. He smiled. He wouldn't enjoy this so much if she submitted too easily. If he wanted a submissive woman, he could've taken his ex home, or any number of the women in the downstairs lounge.
No.
He wanted Sierra, her fire, her spunk, the yearning desire dancing off of her. Just the feel of her in his arms was both a relief and a burning sensation. The touch of his sold arousal against the soft smoothness of her stomach was pleasurable in a way he couldn't ever remember feeling before.
With the slightest touch of her small fingers wrapping around his stiff erection, he'd be done. She had no clue how much power she held at that moment. Heaven help him if she figured it out.
He took a step back, triumph racing through him at the look of lust-filled panic in her face. He didn't retreat far, just enough to begin undoing his pants. He watched her body quiver as he quickly unhooked his belt, then slid his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, his thick shaft standing up on his body.
Without pausing, he reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulled out a foil wrapper, setting it aside. He didn't want to lose his mind later and forget to use protection once she was calling out his name.
Her eyes moved down his now completely naked torso and widened at the sight of his erection. Her look made him throb, need burning through him. He watched as her small fingers clenched at her sides, as if she was fighting the desire to reach out and touch him.
He wanted those fingers clenched around his most sensitive body part, wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. He needed the pleasure her grip would bring him.
"Do you like what you see? A few words and the hunger burning through you will be sated … repeatedly," he promised as he moved up to her again, his body twisting so his arousal was touching her hip, close to where her hand was clenched.
She moaned again as his naked body came in contact with her, the satin robe not much of a barrier between them. The feel of the slick material against his naked body was exquisite. He shifted his body, gently rubbing against her, and it was his turn to moan.
"Yes," she finally whispered – the word barely audible over the pounding in his ears.
"More, Sierra, I need more," he growled, his hunger making him grow impatient.
He moved his hands back around her, his fingers swiftly moving to the bottom of her nightgown, lifting it upward, sliding along her silky smooth thighs.
A shudder racked through her, the movement echoing in him, as well. Her highly aroused state was beginning to make him shake with longing. He was only seconds from devouring her, spreading her milky thighs apart so he could plunge deep inside, ride her luscious body hard, and make her shatter into a million pieces of pleasure.
She'd be his then – his to pleasure until neither of them could walk. Each time she cried out in ecstasy, he'd fall with her, relieve the almost constant pain inside him since their long jet ride together.
"Take me, Damien, please," she cried, anger and desire fighting for dominance in her voice. Her hand reached out and gripped him, her fingers tightening around his arousal, causing moisture to escape its head as her thumb rubbed across the sensitive tip.
"Oh, I'm too far gone for you to do that," he groaned, trying to pull from her tight grasp. She gripped tighter, rubbing her thumb across his peak again, causing more moisture to spill, then using it to lubricate her hand, sliding it quickly up and down his erection.
"Enough," he cried before gripping her butt in his hands. When he felt that she indeed wasn't wearing panties, a guttural cry escaped his throat. He lifted her, thrilled when her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
With her face lined up with his, he bent forward, his lips taking hers in an urgent kiss. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her as she tilted her head to allow him better access. He tasted her lips, consumed her mouth as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the slick heat of her smooth core resting against his hard staff.
He moved back and forth, his erection easily sliding along the outside of her heat, her moisture coating him, heating him, sending him over the edge of sanity.
"You're so wet, so hot," he groaned as he pulled back from her mouth, taking in a breath of needed air.
"Take me, Damien. I'm wet for you. I need you. Please. I need you to end the ache," she begged.
Her words stripped him of the last of his control. He lost all sanity as he felt her heat drip onto his shaft, naturally lubricating him.
He sheathed himself, then stepped toward the wall, pushing her back against it, anchoring her body in place. He held tightly to her hips as he brought his body back, poising the head of his thick shaft at her entrance. He leaned back, her hands still gripping his shoulders, her head thrown back against the wall with her mouth open and her eyes closed.