Page 82 of One Secret

'You feel this, Darcy...?' Cyrus growls against my skin. 'Feel what I'm doing to you? Remember what I feel like... What it sounds like to be fucked by me...'

The wet noises of sex, of mouth upon lips, of tongue on flesh, are loud in the quiet of the room. They meld with Cyrus's panting exhales, my gasping intakes of air... A melody of hot, seductive arousal.

Cyrus makes love to me with his mouth over and over. He works my core, worships my lips, and comes back to my clit over and again. Within minutes I'm panting. Not long after, I'm whimpering.

I feel like I'm drowning in sensation. Flying on the high.

When he uses the tip of his tongue to work beneath my clitoral hood, I jackknife off the ground in ecstasy, the sharp and keening edge of my orgasm sparking white and black patches across my vision.

I have to bite my lip to stay quiet, a stifled mewl breaking past my teeth.

Cyrus doesn't let me come. Every time I'm close, every time I think it's nearly over—that I'll find my release—Cyrus draws back. He breathes a heavy, burning exhale across my sensitive skin and then begins to work me again. But only when he's sure not to tip me over the edge.

He drives me to the precipice, then retreats. Pushes me to the brink, then draws back.

Tears fill my eyes, my jaw hurts from gasping on restrained screams of euphoria. I dig my heels harder into the small of Cyrus's back.

'Please, Cyrus.' I'm not too proud to beg. Not with him. Not when it comes to this. I want what Cyrus has and he deserves every bated breath of mine. 'Please, let me... let me finish...'

'Don't worry, baby...' he vows against my swollen secrets. I suddenly regret my request as he backs away. 'You'll have plenty of that...'

Too dazed with banked pleasure, too fuzzy in the head to see straight, I barely notice Cyrus shucking his pants and sheathing himself in protection he doesn't need. His hands are back on me in an instant, his grip on my hips and then my butt. He sets the right angle and then finally, miraculously, joins us together.

Cyrus enters me with absolute control and zero speed. I feel his hard length sliding past each ring of muscle, every undulation of my inner skin. I can sense the tip of his member working ever closer to my core, filling every inch of space, stretching me wide.

I exhale a long and hearty sigh of satisfaction when he reaches my furthest end. When he locks us together so completely that his hips are pressed flush to mine and I feel utterly full.

I hook my ankles together behind his impressive ass and urge him onwards.

After everything he said about claiming me for himself, after those heated looks and angry words, I'm expecting something like we had this morning. Something hard. Fast and rough enough to leave me blissed out for days.

And, despite the exhaustion already sweeping my muscles and dulling my wit, I'm here for it. I'm ready to take anything Cyrus Alesi can throw at me. With pleasure.

Then he starts to move.

His withdrawal is slow. His thrust forwards just as glacial. He braces one hand beside my head for balance and hooks the other around my thigh to open me wider.

'Darcy...' he whispers into the darkness. 'Look at me.'

My eyes flutter open and I feel a heavy blush rushing into my face. Cyrus is above me. Six inches at most but enough to witness my reaction as he draws back his hips and sinks inside me again.

'This is me,' he groans. 'Me inside you right now.'

Another withdrawal. Another slow penetration that fills me to breaking point.

'How do I feel, Darcy? Tell me.'

'Ah...' I gasp as he sinks in deep again.

I try to thrust my hips back, to get him to speed up, but he adjusts his pace and keeps his momentum torturously slow.

'Big...' I gasp.

Cyrus is grinning in the dark.

'What else? Tell me.'

'Long,' I pant. 'Thick. Tight... Like you're stretching everything. Like I... Mmm... Like I can't take it all.'

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