“I love the feel of you stroking me,” Dalton murmured hoarsely, leaning close and putting his mouth to her ear before licking her there.
Being stroked was just the beginning. She intended to give him the blow of all blows. “Time to savor,” she whispered, lowering down in front of him and then easing him into her mouth.
She used her mouth to stroke him even more, to tantalize and to drive him mad. She loved his scent. She was being hypnotized by his taste and mesmerized by the feel of his entire shaft in her mouth while her hands caressed his balls.
“Jules...”
She felt his fingers massage her scalp, holding her head in position as she continued to use her mouth to pleasure him, and just when she thought he was about to come, he surprised her yet again by pulling her up and turning her body away from him while holding on to her tightly. She heard him remove his pants and the sound of his teeth ripping open a condom packet. She managed to look over her shoulder and watched him sheathe himself like a pro. Definitely a man who’d done this more times than either of them could count.
“Grab hold of the table.”
She did and immediately felt the fullness of his body over her, felt his fingers reaching between her legs, spreading them. “I love this position,” he murmured in her ear.
And then she felt the engorged head of his shaft caressing the area surrounding her feminine folds. Her clit was wet, hot and practically begging to be taken, but he held back, evidently deciding to torture her a little first.
“Dalton, please...”
“Please what, baby?” he asked, leaning to lick her neck again. “Do you need to get laid?” he asked, reminding her of what she’d said earlier. “Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“Is it the same thing I want?” he asked, as if he needed her to acknowledge it, anyway. “The same thing we both wanted the first time we saw each other and every time since? Even when you want to hate me and I, you?”
Why was he bringing all that up now? The only thing she wanted was to be filled by him in a way she’d never been filled before.
“Jules?”
He obviously wanted her response, and if it would hurry the process, then she would give him one. “Yes.”
Holding tight to her thighs, he suddenly thrust inside her, plunging hard, going deep. Then he began pounding into her so hard that she almost found it difficult to breathe, the pleasure was that keen and intense. But that didn’t stop her body from taking him in, greedily expanding for more, contracting her muscles, holding tight to his shaft and attempting to pull everything out of him. He could penetrate her so well, as if he’d been tailor-made just for her.
Groans filled the room, both his and hers mingled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She needed this. Her entire body ached for release, and she knew at that moment that no other man but Dalton could have done this, given her the degree of release she needed.
She was convinced had it been any other man, she would have returned to Charlottesville after experiencing a fling that left her unfulfilled. But now, tonight, she was getting everything she wanted and then some. Satisfaction had never felt so good.
She loved the feel of him thrusting in and out of her with an intensity that drove her to lose all control. The raw hunger that he was not holding back was absorbing her, consuming her, making her ache even more, knowing that he was going to take care of it.
She heard his growl and knew he was about ready to come. She could feel it. He was swollen to near bursting but was holding back, waiting for her to join him. The thought of him intensely full, solid, hard and enlarged inside her, with her inner muscles clamped tight on him, was driving her over the edge.