Page 44 of Dirty Intentions

She leaned in, tightening her arms around me. “Mm. Maybe after a couple of dances. I’m kind of enjoying this. You look very handsome, by the way.”

I was thankful she’d dropped the subject. “You look sexy, too, but I can’t wait to see you in nothing but your plug.”

***

We waited until the cake was cut, allowing Daniella to speak with her cousin, the bride, and get a couple photos before we went upstairs, drinks in hand. Neither of us had seen any sign of Eric at the reception. Most likely, he’d gone home. Just as well. I wasn’t sure my capacity for civil behavior would hold out if he’d come around again.

As we entered the room, we laughed about how her great-aunt Mary had patted my ass after one too many cocktails.

I sipped my whiskey, watching while she slipped out of her heels and let her hair down. “You’re beautiful.” The words slipped out easily because it’s what this woman was. Effortless beauty and class.

“Thank you. And thanks for coming back. I’m sorry my mom was so unpleasant.”

I framed her face. “Don’t ever apologize for someone else’s actions, Dani. She is who she is.”

She blew out a breath. “You’re right. And I’m becoming less tolerant of it. Do you know, when I was little, I convinced myself that if I wasn’t the perfect little girl, they’d send me back to where they’d adopted me?”

The thought made my stomach roll. “They said that to you?”

She shook her head. “No, no. But it’s how I felt. Like they’d adopted me, and therefore I needed to be the daughter they wanted. Almost like I was obligated. But I don’t feel that anymore. Instead, I feel like I’m done being that person.”

“I’m a big fan of the way you are.” I untied my tie and undid two of the shirt buttons. The vibe immediately changed. “Strip for me?”

She looked unsure for half a second, but then gave me one of her saucy smiles.

After slipping off my shoes, I got comfortable on the bed with the pillows behind my head at the top so I could watch. What I did in the club was normally rushed to the point where sex occurred. I didn’t mind it because that was the ultimate goal. However, right now I wanted to savor. I wanted to appreciate. And then I wanted her ass.

***

Daniella

I unzipped my dress, trying to keep from being nervous. Wasn’t as though this man hadn’t already seen me naked. Besides, baring my innermost thoughts to him made me more vulnerable than the physical. But doing this deliberately was a little disconcerting. Especially with him watching me like a predator eyes its prey. Yet his frank appraisal brought me confidence. Somehow, I already knew tonight would be epic. Of course, that would only make it that much harder to think about leaving in three days’ time. But for now, well, I was seizing the moment.

Once I was down to merely my lacy bra, his husky voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Turn around. And after you lose the bra, bend over and let me see that plug.”

Damn. I’d started this game, however, and I was determined to give him the show he craved.

I could hear his muttered curse when I did what he asked, but was unprepared for his next request.

“Come here and sit on my face.”

Huh. I’d kind of thought we’d get right to it, but clearly he had other plans. Never having assumed this position, I wasn’t sure how to accomplish it. But he took control once I approached the bed, lifting me up by the waist and having me straddle his shoulders.

“Grab the headboard for leverage.”

“Oh, fuck.”

He hadn’t hesitated, instead devouring me from this angle, pressing my pussy into his face by gripping my ass. “Ride it like you want it, baby.”

I was digging the term of endearment, but not as much as the newfound sensation of him having all access. One of his fingers was pushing the plug while others were up inside of me, working together with his mouth to have me exploding on his face in no time. But he wasn’t done. Instead, he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh.” I was pretty sure my words were only a jumble as my eyes rolled back, and all that was present was white light in the climax which washed over me.

I didn’t know how he managed it, but the next thing I registered was being on my back. I opened my eyes to see him shedding his clothing in record time and then rolling on the condom. He was between my thighs and thrusting deep inside of me before my aftershocks had stopped.

“Christ, I love it when your cunt grips me, and I can still feel your orgasm.”

My nails raked down his back, and I reveled in the feel of his skin.

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