Daniel felt her press against his hand, and he gave into her and slid his finger into her tight channel.
“Oh, Daniel!” Her voice was raspy and uncontrolled.
Continuing to bite and lick her ass, he added another finger and moved in and out of her moist core. Her body flexed under this touch, forcing him to move faster and harder.
“Please,” she begged. “Fill me, now.”
He was more than ready to join her. But where were those damn condoms? “Wait, condom.”
“Nightstand, drawer, my side,” Sabrina pushed out between pants.
Lifting himself up, but without pulling his fingers out of her, he struggled to reach the drawer, until he finally opened it and pulled a condom out. With his teeth he opened the wrapper.
“Sorry, baby.” He needed both his hands to sheath himself. It took only seconds until he was ready and pulled her hips up to him.
“Now, Daniel, please.”
His erection nudged at her center and sliced into her with one smooth, continuous, slow motion as he savored every inch he submerged into her. He pulled back and plunged in again, but it had been too much for her already. Her muscles clenched around him as her orgasm ripped through her, making him unable to hold on to his own control. He joined her in release as his cock jerked uncontrollably inside her.
Daniel felt a high he’d never felt before, as if he’d taken some drug and was floating. This was more than just sexual gratification. To be physically joined with the woman he loved, and to know the kind of heights they could drive each other to, brought with it the awareness that he’d found what he’d been unknowingly looking for all his life. His other half, the person who completed him.
As they collapsed, he rolled them to the side, spooning her. He showered Sabrina’s neck with kisses, unable to stop showing his affection for her. With his hand, he smoothed her hair out of her face to look at her. She turned her face to him.
Her green eyes seemed darker than before, and she wore the look of a woman who seemed completely and utterly satisfied. Which wouldn’t stop him from making love to her again very shortly. This night they wouldn’t get any sleep, not if he could help it.
“Beats cold showers, hmm?” she asked.
Daniel laughed softly. “Beats everything else I’ve ever done in my life.” Before Sabrina had a chance to react to his comment, he seared her lips with a passionate kiss.
***
No other man had ever been able to satisfy her the way he had. She knew she was kidding herself if she pretended she could just walk away from him after this week and go on with her life.
Sabrina looked into his brown eyes when he released her from his kiss and saw an ocean of tenderness in them. She knew Daniel was a passionate man, and maybe that’s how he conducted all his affairs, giving a hundred percent of himself. But it didn’t mean that after this week there’d be anything else.
She remembered how coldly he’d looked at his ex-girlfriend and knew she didn’t want to be at the receiving end of that particular stare. Once he was through with somebody, his passion would turn to ice, and there was nothing she hated more than the cold. She would have to get out of this before he ever had a chance to turn on the ice machine.
For now of course, nothing of the coming ice storm was visible. On the contrary, he was hotter than ever. Already his hands roamed over her body again, and his lips and tongue followed, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
She had to soak up what she could get, take what he was willing to give her. The need within her grew to monumental proportions, and it frightened her to know that he could awaken such primal emotions in her. But she wasn’t frightened to ask for it anymore. In a week, it would be over, but for now she’d demand that he’d make love to her over and over again.
“I want you inside of me.”
Was it a glimmer of pride she saw in his eyes? It didn’t matter what it was, but only that Daniel responded to her the way she wanted him to.
“There’s no place I’d rather be than inside of you.”
This time when he entered her, their lovemaking was slow and deliberate. He was as hard and as thick as he’d been before, but now she could sense more of him as he slowly inched deeper into her and then just as slowly pulled out, only to repeat his movement a second later. And not for a single moment did he break eye contact with her as if he needed to read in her eyes what she felt while he impaled her again and again.
Small hitches of breath pushed out of her body at every stroke of his shaft inside her. Her body felt like it was on fire, a fire that was spreading from low in her belly outwards into all cells of her body.