Page 13 of Getting Lucky in London

She slid a hand to her breast and cupped it. “Then let me help you decide which option needs your attention.” Her thumb and forefinger pinched the rosy bud and twisted. “There are my nipples…” Keeping the pinch/twist action going, she trailed the fingers of her other hand between her breasts, down the contours of her belly to the hill of her pubic bone. Her middle finger plowed the strip of dark curls and glided through pink, glistening folds. “And there’s…”

Fuck, she was hot…and beautiful…and obviously smart…and funny…and fucking hot.

With a growl, I drew her foot out to one side to expose the little swollen kernel she worked in circles, mesmerizing me. “You are the most divine creature.”

Her parted lips curled upward, and her teeth caught the bottom one as she arched her back and moaned.

I needed to see more.

Grasping her other ankle, I pushed her legs up and wide and planted her feet on the mattress near her ass, then let gravity and her relaxed state open them for my viewing pleasure. I stood back, my dick in hand, to watch this amazing woman masturbate. I pumped my fist in time with the circles she made around her clit.

Imagining it was her tongue, I swirled my thumb through the slick fluid seeping from the head of my cock, then over and around the sensitive ridge. A growl rumbled from my throat as heat centered in my balls.

Her eyelashes fluttered and opened, her sultry dark eyes revealing the lust coiling inside her. She zeroed in on my hand stroking my erection.

“That is so hot,” she breathed.

“Youare hot.” I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped it open with my teeth, and stopped stroking long enough to roll it on. “And I really need to be inside you.”

It was no lie. No woman had ever made me this eager, this desperate. But somehow, tonight, my need was about Danielle. As if not having her would be painful, not only physically but emotionally, which confused me more than it scared me.

But my brain wasn’t in control at the moment, and my dick didn’t give a good god damn about analyzing my bloody musings.

Crawling up her body, I skimmed her smooth, tanned legs with my fingertips.Like velvet.I wanted to stop when I reached her pussy, aching to taste her, but I needed inside her more.

I captured both her wrists, putting a halt to her self-pleasuring. A small whimper escaped her, making my balls tighten. I sucked her glistening fingers into my mouth and groaned as her tangy essence hit my tastebuds. “Mmm, sweet. I’ll have more of that later.”

Settling into the cradle of her hips, my weight on my elbows, I pressed both her hands to the mattress beside her head. Watching her expression, I nudged the head of my cock to her slick entrance and flexed my hips.

I slid in an inch and sighed. Hot. Tight. Heaven.

“More,” she murmured.

I wanted to slam deep, but more than that, I wanted to take my time this round. To feel her pussy grip me tighter and tighter. To see her face when I made her come apart. To make the best sex I’d ever had last longer than it had downstairs.

Giving her what she’d asked for—no, demanded—I rocked my hips, screwing deeper and deeper until I sank balls-deep. Lacing my fingers with hers, I lowered my mouth to eat at her lips in leisurely licks, bites, and hungry kisses as I fucked her with slow rolling thrusts.

Feet still planted on the mattress, she rose to meet me, seemingly satisfied with the pace I set, but her nails dug into my ass as she tried to force me deeper. Pain merged with pleasure, and fuck, she did something with her inner muscles on the slide back in that made my head spin.

I ripped my mouth from hers. “Bloody hell, luv, you feel exquisite.”

“Danielle,” she whispered between quick shallow breaths. “My name…is Danielle.”

“Danielle,” I ground out and hooked my elbow under her knee to change the angle.

“Aaaahh, yes, fuck, yes!” She arched, her hips locked, as I pistoned in and out, driving her through the orgasm gripping my cock. Little mewling sounds distorted by the loud hammering of blood in my ears had me plunging harder, faster. Tears leaked from her eyes, but I couldn’t stop.

A tingling at my spine signaled my release. I tried to hold back, but that would have been like trying to catch a tidal wave in a bucket. My balls tightened, and I gave a guttural shout as hot spurts of cum shot through my shaft and into the condom. Waves of sweet bliss rushed over me with the power of a tsunami.

Long minutes passed before I was able to breathe normally. My arms quaked with the need to collapse, but I managed to untangle my fingers from hers and gently thumbed the next hear racing toward her hairline. My gut twisted with guilt. “I’m sorry, luv.”

“Don’t be sorry, and don’t call me luv.” She sniffed and lifted wet lashes to peer up at me, the softness of her deep brown eyes warming me in ways that had nothing to do with sex. “That was the most…beautiful orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“So these are good tears?” I held my breath.

“Oh, yeah.”

I brushed a kiss across her lips and smiled. “It was pretty spectacular, wasn’t it?”

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