His tongue thrust inside of her, and tongued her swollen nub, over and over. Arianna felt her inner center squeeze and tighten with anticipation, with need, wanting more, and then she let go again, his mouth swallowing her climax, her scream ripping through the room.
Arianna began to drown in a fog of pure sensual feeling, sensitive to his tongue and fingers and voice. She cried for him, for his cock to be inside her, but he denied her still and flipped her over. Her rear arched high in the air and his moist, warm breath found other crevices to explore. He pushed against her knees, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her, and still she begged for mercy. Finally, he turned her again and rose above her.
His erection filled her gaze, and she moaned, half in torment, half in pleasure as he laughed and finally gave her what she wanted. With one quick movement, he uncuffed her wrists.
“Now, take me.”
He pushed inside of her, stretching her, his massive length sliding through the wet channels of her pussy. He buried himself so deep to the hilt she didn’t know where he stopped and she began.
Arianna rose up to meet him, felt him grow even bigger, and then he pushed in and out, his cock rubbing against her clit, so sensitive from the hours of pleasure she felt the twist start again, and unbelievably, she came, her nails digging viciously into her back, her hips bucking helplessly.
He stayed hard in her longer, making her climb again until she begged for his release as well as hers. His fingers slid into the damp strands of hair clinging to her face and he tenderly pushed them back. Her eyes were glazed with too much pleasure, half drugged.
“Last time, baby. Hang on.”
And then he took her on a hard, wild ride, slamming into her open body until he stilled, his whole body tightening, and then he came with a shout, his semen shooting deep inside her and leaking down the insides of her thighs. His body shuddered against hers and then he collapsed, her arms coming around him as she tried to find her breath.
Wrecked, fucked completely out of her mind, Arianna slid into a drugged, foggy sleep.
Chapter Three
“Morning.”
She blinked drowsily, rolled over, and buried her face in the pillow. Weak streams of light filtered through the blinds. “Not yet,” she groaned. “Later.” His low laugh filled her ear as a warm body pressed against hers. “How did I figure you would be testy in the morning? Didn’t you sleep well?” She opened her eyes to find him grinning down at her. His hair fell loose and straight to his shoulders. Arianna reached out and ran her fingers down the dark strands, tracing her thumb over the hard line of his jaw. “You didn’t let me sleep. You’re a slave driver in bed, just like in class.”
“And you are my top student. You get high marks in both.”
“Flatterer.” She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. “I don’t know how great I’m going to be today as a model.”
“I already ordered some fruit and toast. Coffee. And the hotel has an incredible jet shower. It’s just what you need.”
“What I need is for class to start at ten.”
He chuckled and rolled out of bed, padding naked over the carpet as he tweaked the blinds to let more sun through. Arianna studied him in the light. A mass of dark hair swirled over olive skin, his calves and thighs tightly defined. His buttocks and abs were all lean muscle and his erection jutted proudly as he poured a mug of coffee. She felt her body stir in response. Grant Madison was one of the most sensual men she’d ever been with. Every moment of last night was a full catering to her body. She felt worshipped, her body the temple he'd always claimed it to be.
Her one night gamble with her yoga teacher should have slaked any future cravings.
She’d been wrong.
She only wanted more.
Arianna shook the thought off and posed the question on her mind. “What now?” He handed her a mug of steaming brew. “Black, right?” She nodded. “Now we get ourselves together and finish up the workshop.”
“And then?”
His face softened as he gazed at her. “And then we figure it out.” She lifted her chin and asked the question. “Was last night it?” His lip quirked upward. “It?”
Arianna blew out an irritated breath. “You know, is this thing over? Do we go our separate ways now that our itch has been scratched?” He seemed to consider the question. “Do you want it to be over?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.” He walked into the bathroom and she heard the water turn on. “Go take your shower.”