Kept by Him (6 page)

The ice left a wet path down her stomach, and she was so fevered, she could see it
melt as he guided it lower, lower, until he caressed the slit of her pussy with it.

She gasped when it circled her clit, the cool moisture contrasting with the burning
heat of her body, shocking her system so she felt breathless and desperate, tunneling
her fingers through his silken hair.

Daniel brought the melting ice cube back to his mouth. It was coated with her juices,
and he suckled on it as he came back to kiss her, where it finally melted into water
in their mouths.

He reached for her hands and stretched her arms out over her head, stroking his thumbs
deeply into her open palms, almost in a fucking motion that drove her deeper and deeper
into mindless lust.

“Are you thinking of anything right now? Except wanting to be filled with this…?”
He teased his cock along her slit, rubbing in sinuous temptation against her soaked
entrance.

His hands slid down her arms fast and urgently, cupping the mounds of her breasts,
then clenching her thighs wider apart with his fingers.

There was urgency thrumming inside her, desperate urgency, desperate need. She could
feel it in the chatter of her teeth, the tremors lacing to her extremities. She could
feel it in him, too, as the head of his erection roughly slid back and forth across
her folds, his face tight as he watched her face melt with what he did to her.

Monica didn’t want him to see how badly she was drowning in this … but she had no
strength to pretend.… She didn’t know who this woman was, but this woman whimpered
and curled her legs around Daniel’s hips like she thought he
belonged
to her. This woman was digging her ankles into his backside as she bit his neck and
sucked a mouthful of tight, salty tasting skin into her mouth, urging him with a deep
moan that sent a tremor through his big body.

“Damn, you’re hot,” he said gutturally, and smoothly fitted his mouth to hers, his
kiss so deep and thorough her lips tingled when he went lower to torture her neck
and collarbone. She raked her fingers along his back as a painful ache throbbed within
her, squeezing and clenching, making her twist to him to get closer.

He’d awakened something inside her, and she didn’t have the mind for anything else
now. All day, every second, she’d been having sex with this man in her head.…

“Please, I want to know what it feels like to come with a man inside me…,” she begged,
tugging at the flesh of his earlobe with her teeth.

He growled and took her lips in a sexually arresting kiss that left her breathless
and panting. When he tore free, his eyes were dark green flames, looking down on her
as he tore open a condom packet. “Any man, or your new fuck buddy?”

She felt him prod her with the tip of his erection as soon as it was fully sheathed,
and her pussy clenched in desperate anticipation. “You, Daniel. You…,” she moaned.

He edged an inch into her and withdrew as she gasped in welcome. “You like that?”

She was breathless, drowning in his eyes, in his strong body, undulating so he would
please push himself inside her. “Daniel…,” she began, not knowing what to say, her
brain foggy with desire.

He swiped his tongue around the peak of one breast, then blew air across the moistened
crest. “Tell me how much you like that,” he said.

Her skin prickled pleasurably when he repeated this delicious torture with her other
nipple, and she mewed faintly and rolled her head. “Daniel…”

“So you want to come like this?” His hands clenched on hers as he braced up on his
muscled arms, entered her briefly with the head of his cock and withdrew.

A pulsing knot of need tightened in her core, his merciless teasing shooting ripples
of need across her system. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Do you want this?”

He thrust his cock fully inside her, making her whimper at the complete penetration,
stretching her taut so that she twisted beneath him. “Yes!”

He withdrew, his chest heaving, a wild pulse fluttering at his thick throat. “Tell
me you want it.”

“I want it.”

He thrust back inside her the instant she said that, and her moan was drowned out
by his growl of pleasure.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the way she would feel when he penetrated
her. He was big. Bigger than anyone before him. Almost too big. He moved with expert
precision, his hips rocking into her, every inch of her insides stretched around him,
gripping him greedily, almost screaming in agony every time he pulled out.

She’d never thought she’d be the kind of woman to whimper like he made her whimper,
breathless, gripping him to her so that he wouldn’t stop.

Her lashes felt heavy, but she fought the urge to close her eyes out of a sheer, soul-consuming
need to watch his face contort in ecstasy as he came again. He was taking her there,
higher and higher with every gut-wrenchingly delicious stroke, and she frantically
urged him with her hands, with the fast movements of her hips. She wanted not to miss
it when he climaxed … this time he would climax inside her … how would his face break
when he climaxed inside her?

Suddenly he increased the tempo and drew back to watch her, their only union his long
shaft, sliding into her heat, in and out, in and out, until he plunged to the hilt
and stayed, and she felt the powerful jerks of his ejaculation within her sheath.…
As soon as she saw that look on his face, harsh and completely undone, a crazy explosion
of colors and convulsions rushed through her, until she was limp beneath him and thoroughly
boneless.

Minutes after, he made a deep, rumbling sound of protest as though he didn’t want
to move but had to, and he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to pull off the condom
and wad it inside, then he set it aside and slumped facedown beside her.

Sprawled on the bed on her back, Monica was still panting, still burning and in pain.
It had been torture, sweet, but torture all the same, to think of this all day. She’d
worried he’d be busy tonight, that she’d made a mistake, that she should do it just
one more time, that she should never do it again, all her emotions had come to the
forefront, all her insecurities from years of trying not to wonder what it felt like
to really let go with a man.

She’d known she’d never be able to let go with anyone if she didn’t trust them … and
she only trusted Daniel.
Daniel.
Maybe this arrangement couldn’t last long term, but Monica couldn’t think about that,
when his skin glistened with sweat beside her, when her heart still thundered, when
she felt both feverish and vulnerable and aching for his touch and his desire.

“Daniel,” she murmured.

He groaned. He was still aroused, too, for she felt his erection strike her hipbone
as he dragged himself over her. He bent to gently bite down on a nipple, and the erotic,
sensual pull of his teeth on the very tip made her buck with a soft cry of need.

Her pussy was soaked, the juices dripping along the folds as he slid his length between
her thighs, and her core clenched in anticipation. He must know what she felt like.
That just twenty-four hours from last night to now had made her feverish, made her
imagine all the ways he’d take her if she called him, made her still burn for more.
Something whirled around them, empowering them, their naked bodies magnetized by an
inexplicable force.

He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage
of pleasure overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like
himself mingled with her, and at the first firm push of his tongue into her channel,
she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in heat.

He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning
hot. Those same hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen
of sweat on her body, like he wanted to lick her up inch by inch.

Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond
curls from where his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad
and wicked and powerful. She tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to
her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs and bent to lick her again.

She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss.
She rubbed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh
against her fingers. Her nipples pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous
of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were, against the insides of her thighs.
Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her pussy.

She didn’t know how many licks he gave her, but every cell in her body felt the thrusts
of his tongue as it probed her, tasted her, fucked her. Her skin tightened in delicious
agony, her muscles clenching until she snapped and tossed her head, pumping beneath
him, sobbing in pleasure.

He growled to her in answer and lapped the juices flowing from her orgasm, and it
struck her with such force her legs swung closed and he urged them apart with his
shoulders as he penetrated her with his tongue, the pleasure absolute. Exquisite.
The second he added his fingers into her channel, she heard herself almost choke with
a bubbling sound that erupted from her chest, her breasts throbbing to be kissed and
caressed, too, and suddenly, she came again in his mouth.

After he pushed her through that unexpected orgasm, he came up to fiercely kiss her
mouth, making her eat all of her pleasure from him. “I’ve still got more for you,
Monica.”

She nodded in gratefulness and bit her lip to keep from moaning, was still shaking
with arousal. What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? She ached to feel
his erection in her body. In all the places he wanted to put it. She whimpered needily
as he tore open another condom packet, and as he sheathed himself, she noticed there
were still some more packets on the nightstand. Monica didn’t know how many he’d brought
but the thought that he’d been expecting to fuck her more than made her want to whimper
and beg him to use them all on her.

He rolled her onto her stomach and flattened her down on the bed, caressing the curves
of her buttocks, his voice thick with desire.

“There, that’s better,” he said into her ear from behind, the slide of his large hands
along her spine, her bottom, sending a new surge of arousal surging through her. “I
can hit your G-spot from here, and it’ll set you off like a rocket,” he murmured,
his voice rough and raw, completely alien to her. He teased the slit of her pussy
down between her slightly parted legs with his thumb, gently prodding it for wetness.

She fought to breathe and, although she was still flat on the bed, she slightly lifted
her buttocks, seeking his touch.

He seized her wrists and urged her hands up, forcing her fingers to curl around the
forged iron headboard. “Hold on here in case I push harder than you expect,” he murmured,
sticking his tongue into her ear quickly, shooting a bolt of pleasure down her legs.

She held on, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. Her entire body trembled
in eagerness, in need, and she wondered if you could want something so badly and not
break, not come apart from it. He used one hand to pass along her breasts, then one
down to stroke her pussy. His chest pressed into her back as he caressed her clitoris,
and it felt so sensitive, the air hissed out of her.

He groaned against her neck, and she felt his teeth, tugging at the skin between her
neck and collarbone as his cock settled between her ass cheeks, rubbing there and
sweetly torturing her with his hardness. His nearness. “Your pussy’s so wet, the honey
keeps coming out,” he said as he pulled her to her knees, while her cheek still rested
against the pillow.

She was so aroused she felt tears in her eyes. He tunneled his fingers into her cleft
and then rubbed them along the length of his hard shaft, lubricating himself with
her sex juices.

She whimpered anxiously, her sex swelling in anticipation, waiting for him. His cock
was so big she feared now nothing would fill her anymore but him. He was so much a
man she dreaded she would always feel empty without him inside her. “Daniel.”

He opened her cheeks apart and looked down at her. “You’re anxious, I know, I’ll make
you come soon.”

She nodded, already perspiring in anticipation, her heart thundering in her ears.
She’d never wanted all these things. She’d never even thought she could have them.
Now she thought she’d die if he didn’t give them to her. He smeared her pussy cream
into his cock and then she felt him part her with his length.

Her muscles seemed to close around him, her pussy rippling as she sucked him in deeper.

“Daniel,” she begged, rocking her hips back to him. His fingers of one hand stroked
across her tingling clitoris, and then she felt his other hand grab and squeeze one
of her ass cheeks.

Her body strained, close to the breaking point as he stretched her pussy open with
his cock, while both hands stroked and caressed the flesh of her buttocks now. When
he squeezed her ass and pushed deep into her G-spot, she cried out in ecstasy and
gripped the headboard tighter as he withdrew his cock, then plunged back in to the
hilt again. Her muscles contracted; her chest, her toes, her lungs. One hand slid
down her abdomen to burrow along her nub, and the speed of his fingers increased in
motion, his thumb grazing her clit, stroking it, circling it, then—pushing it.

Already the pleasure of his cock so deeply embedded was absolute, mingling with pain,
every second prolonged by his slow, utterly slow, withdrawal, then his fast, jarring
penetration.

Flames burned her on the inside as she heard his breath, close to her ear. “God, Monica…,”
he said with a groan, taking her earlobe and sucking it. “You’re so damned tight around
me.”

He delved fully inside and his thumb pressed deeper into the tender nubbin, the fingers
of the other hand clenching and massaging one ass cheek.