Page 11 of Getting Lucky in London

After dreaming of having Michael like this my entire adult life and aching for him since the moment Dominic said his name today, my orgasm built quickly. White-hot pleasure exploded from my core, threading down my thighs like molten lava. My toes curled. My pussy clenched around him, and my fists tightened in his hair, pulling as I cried out in his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he threw back his head and plunged deep—one, two, three times—then stiffened as his release overtook him. Hot pulsing streams jetted into the condom and sent sizzling aftershocks along my nerve endings.

With the last spasm fading and reality slowly breaching the edges of euphoria, I clung to Michael, savoring the feel of his warm skin against mine, the light tickle of his chest hair against my nipples, the strength of his arms banded around me as if he would never let go, the intimacy of his cock still hard inside me. I wanted time to stop, for the fantasy to last forever.

But my limbs grew heavy, and I lost the battle. Arms dropping to my sides, I shivered as the heat of my body warred with the cool air we’d let in. Each breath was another battle to fight. God, he was everything I’d dreamed of and more.

He dropped his head onto my shoulder. “Bloody hell, you’ve wrung me dry.”

Smiling, I lowered my legs until my toes touched the floor. He grunted but lifted his head and slowly pulled out. Stepping back, he tugged up his boxers and pants and tucked his cock, condom and all, behind the fly and zipped.

He caught me watching him and grinned. “Ready for round two?”

“Sounds great, but I can’t move.” My legs felt like rubber bands. If not for the wall, I’d be on the floor. Yet, somehow, I sagged deeper against the wall, relief washing over me. I’d half expected him to say thanks and call me a cab. But if he was up for more, I’d take it and whatever scraps he tossed my way. “I think I can manage to give us a head start, though.”

As if he, too, had trouble standing, he shuffled backward a few feet into the shadowy living room and propped his ass against the back of the sofa. A beam of light sliced through a window, revealing a sexy grin that had me squeezing my thighs together. “How do you plan to do that, luv?”

“By removing any obstacles that might slow us down.” With only a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up and over my head. I reached behind my back and fingered the hooks of my bra until they gave way. The urge to cover myself rose as the last of my armor fell to the floor. Instead, I unbuckled the strap on one heel and dropped it beside my dress. The other sandal joined its mate.

Wiggling my toes, I tilted my head and smiled. “Your turn.”

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Michael

I could only distinguish the shadowy outline of Danielle’s long, willowy body slumped against the wall. Darkness hid the parts she’d uncovered, making her even more mysterious. Who was this woman?

From the moment I’d seen her, I was drawn to her. Sexually, yes. I’d never been so desperate to fuck a woman before, at least not since my teens. But she intrigued me on another level. One I couldn’t fathom.

“Well?” she prompted, a hint of uncertainty behind the taunt.

I pushed off the back of the sofa and closed the distance between us. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

Snagging her hand, I tugged her against my chest, savoring the softness of her curves and the breathless gasp that escaped lips still swollen from my kisses. With a growl, I turned her to face the stairs and urged her up the first step before I fucked her against the wall again.

I started to follow, but my foot stalled on the first tread. The light from the transom window cast her in a warm glow. My mouth watered as I savored the sway of her ass. My dick flexed, reminding me I still wore the damn condom.

She made it to the fourth step and stopped to look over her shoulder. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Not yet, but I will be,” I muttered and then spoke up, “Right behind you, luv.”

She trod up another step—the one that squeaked and I always told myself I’d fix—and stopped again when I didn’t move. “Are you looking at my ass?”

“Absolutely.” I chuckled. “Your ass and every lovely inch of you.”

Boldly, she turned around to face me and posed in a way that said,“Here I am. Look to your heart’s content.”

I did just that, scanning from her wiggling toes, up her mile-long legs, one knee bent to modestly hide her feminine secrets, to the delicate hand resting on the stair rail, then past her full, high breasts to sultry brown eyes.

“Are you done?” she asked. “Have you had your fill?”

“Not even close.”

“Well, you can look more later. Right now, you’re too far away.” She crooked a finger and backed up two more steps. Her playful naughtiness triggered mine.

Eyes locked with hers, I stalked slowly up the first few steps, then took the rest two at a time. She squealed and tried to escape, but I bent to catch her around the waist and hauled her over my shoulder.

I swatted her bare ass. “That’s for teasing. My poor dick can’t take it, you know.”

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