Where the Streets Have No Name(32)

She rested on the mattress, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. Overcome by a soul-deep need to please her, he lowered his head and took one of her stiff, puckered nipples into his mouth, sucking through the fabric. Amelia released a low, sensual moan, arching her back, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. Daniel moved a hand to her other nipple and brushed his thumb back and forth over the stiff peak.

Tremors shook her body, stoking his desire tenfold. Hunger ripped through him like a typhoon, rampaging in his blood, all of which headed south to fill his erection. A switch was flicked; the most base and primal urges, written into his genetic code over thousands of years, came to life. Daniel thrust his cock at the juncture of her thighs, sliding his covered erection over her covered entrance. Her heat nearly killed him.

“I…” he gasped, sinking his forehead between her breasts. “Amelia, God I…I’m trying to go slow here. I really am.”

Soft fingertips threaded through his hair, massaging in gentle but firm circles. “It’s okay, Daniel.” Her hips raised, grinding her pussy against his arousal. Amelia moaned. “I want this, Daniel, so much. With you. I want you to finish what you started a few minutes ago, and I don’t want you to stop. Don’t want you to hold back.”

Amelia’s sweet distinct fragrance filled his senses and he breathed her in deep, trying to commit her essence to memory. At her admission, Daniel steadied his hands. He needed her with a single purpose that bordered on ferocity. He needed her like he needed life. She was life. She was his.

Sliding his fingers down her shoulders, he reached the hem of her vest top, peeling the fabric over her head. She rested on the pillows, propped up by her elbows, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. White lace covered her full creamy breasts, giving him an almost completely unobstructed view of her dusky rose nipples drawn to stiff peaks.

He ran his thumbs over her nipples and she arched beneath him, breaths coming in choppy, shuddering gasps. The sound shot the rest of his blood to his groin. Daniel couldn’t wait any longer. He had to see her. All of her.

The jeans came next, landing on the floor. She had matching white lace panties on and where he knelt, near the edge of the bed, he caught the scent of her arousal. Daniel growled and descended on her like a tiger who just caught his mate.





Suddenly Amelia had nothing on and Daniel’s mouth covered her, just like he’d done the other morning. Within seconds of his tongue lapping at her clit and his fingers probing her core, Amelia broke apart, crying out his name as the orgasm crashed into her. She shook in his embrace, riding out the final waves of her climax while his tongue and fingers slowed their assault. When he stilled, she lay in his arms trying to catch her breath.

Then he moved up her body, shedding his jeans on the way to capture her lips. Everything within her became centered on Daniel. The taste of him. The feel of his mouth pressed to hers. The invasive darting of his tongue, and the possessive sweep of his hands down her back and over her hips.

She longed to feel nothing but his skin touching her skin. He set her down on the bed so gently she almost wept at the gentleness in his touch. Part of her wanted to ask him to be a little rougher with her.

He stripped, baring every hard muscle to her view. All eight of his chiseled abs. Gloriously sculpted pecs. That V shaped muscle pointing down to the long, thick length of his erection, jutting from trimmed dark curls. She burned for him, desperate to feel his body on hers again.

Then he filled his hands with her breasts, palming them, twisting the tight, aching buds of her nipples, pulling them with just the right amount of pressure. Pleasure burst inside her, shooting right down to her core.

“Daniel,” she moaned, shaking with the need for more.

“I know this is your first time, love, but there’s something you should know.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. His cheekbone. His eyelid. His chin. Jaw. Her hands slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, linking there. “It doesn’t matter, Daniel. Don’t you see? It’s you. There’s only you. And…and how you make me feel.”

“Ah lass…”

One hand reached for him, curling around the steel-stiff length. Only, steel was cold to the touch; Daniel felt hot and hard and so good.

She stroked him from the base to the tip, revelling in the pulsing and throbbing. He wanted her and that was heady knowledge. Her body hummed an ancient tune and her pulse raced. She tightened her gip on his shaft, smiling when the heavy weight of him jumped in her hand.

“If you keep that up”– He slid his clock from her grasp –“this might be over before it begins.”