“Don’t move.”
I stop, confused.
“That’s your dare,” he continues, power flashing in his eyes. “Don’t move.”
My heart races, but I do as he says. I settle back on my heels and wait, bared and naked to him on the bed.
Daniel’s eyes devour me. His expression is dark, so full of lust it makes me clench, feeling the heat and wetness pool between my open thighs. My ni**les tighten, and my whole body trembles, waiting for him, sizzling with anticipation.
Slowly, slowly, Daniel’s gaze slides back up to meet my eyes. “You’re so f**king beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
I shudder, barely breathing.
“Show me,” he growls. “Show me where you want me.”
Oh God.
I gulp for air, shaking under the intensity of his stare as he looms over me, poised, watching.
I slowly trace one hand across my stomach. “Here,” I whisper, feeling shy. The electricity in the air between us shimmers and crackles, my heartbeat pounding so loud in my chest it’s the only thing I can hear, a constant as the waves of desire rise through my body, a craven surge.
I trace higher, up to my breast. “And here …” I watch Daniel’s jaw clench as I stroke across the sensitive swell. I catch my breath, shivering under my own touch, slowly circling my tender nipple, my eyes fixed on his.
Daniel doesn’t say a word, but his hand goes to his cock, stroking it, slow.
Fuck.
I’m so turned on, I can barely see straight. I slide my hand lower, down over my br**sts and my belly, imagining it’s his hands on me, touching, stroking. Lower, lower.
Oh …
Daniel lets out another groan, still watching me, just a few feet away.
“I want you here,” I breathe. I spread my knees open wider, displaying myself to him as I stroke, featherlight. I moan, softly circling the tender nub, then delving lower, to the wet, aching heart of me. “I want you, inside me,” I gasp, shocked to find myself close to the edge again, so aroused by his eyes on me, his iron control. Watching, forbidden.
“Right here,” I gasp, stroking myself, circling higher but wanting him, needing him. “God, Daniel, I need you.”
Daniel’s eyes flash, but doesn’t move. He clenches his jaw and breathes a ragged breath, his voice low. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please!” My voice breaks with desire, desperate. “Daniel, please!”
He lunges, closing the distance between us with a growl. He grabs my arm and throws me down on the bed, slamming me back into the mattress as the weight of his body covers mine and his mouth captures mine in a harsh crescendo of a kiss.
Yes!
I arch up against him, dizzy, clawing at his back and bucking against his body. I feel possessed, delirious with need, a kind of fervent hunger thrumming through me like I’ve never known. The pledge I made just moments ago to stay in control is gone, shattered in the face of this desire, how my body cries out for his touch.
Daniel grinds his hips into me and I gasp to feel him, so hard between my thighs. I reach between us and close my hand around his cock, feeling the hot steel of him, leaping to my touch. Daniel groans against my mouth, devouring me, his tongue plunging deep as we roll across the bed in a breathless, hungry tangle of flesh and limbs and aching need.
I gasp for air, drowning, my whole body alight the desire, his hands branding me with every touch. He rolls us again, rising up above me, and my heart stops to see him like this: magnificent and unleashed. His eyes flash, wild, his face is a mask of desire as he yanks my thighs wider and sweeps a possessive hand across me again, making me cry out at the flash of pleasure spiraling out from his electric touch.
I reach for him, desperate, but Daniel grabs my wrists and forces them up above my head, pressing me down beneath him, his fingertips biting into my skin. I moan, writhing against his restraint, but he captures my jaw with his other hand, forcing me to look up, straight into his eyes.
My heart stops. The world contracts. He holds me, watching, his eyes blazing deep into mine as he positions himself at my entrance and waits one moment, then two, then then just when I’m sobbing, gasping, feeling like I might die without his c**k inside me, he slams into me with one hard, deep stroke.
Fuck.
I come undone, the last threads of conscious thought snapping clean away as I feel him take me over. His eyes are unwavering, blazing, his body pinning me down, all of him everywhere, inside me. Everywhere. Owning me.
I cry out, rising up to meet him, locking my legs around his waist to take him deeper, feeling the spark of friction as his hips thrust against me, and oh, the deep stroke of him, filling me up, so deep, so f**king good. Daniel pulls back, then plunges into me again, precise and slow, stroking me inside out, over and over until I’m helpless, grasping, the pleasure circling higher, hitting tighter, almost more than I can stand. Our hands are locked now, fingers intertwined, matching each other thrust for thrust as I loose myself in him, in those eyes, this sensation that’s more than I could ever dream, like he’s inside my head, inside my very soul, giving and demanding and pulling me higher, beyond myself, towards the very edge of the world.
Daniel rolls us again, and now I’m on my knees astride him, bearing down, feeling every shock and wave of pleasure as I rock against him, feeling him so deep inside, just right, hitting there, oh God, that spot that sets the world on fire. I can hear our cries, mingling, feel the hot slick of his body against me, every sense alive and drowning in him, only him. He reaches up, caressing my br**sts, pinching and rolling at my ni**les in sharp shocks as I rock faster, falling, spiraling closer. Daniel’s hand slides to where our bodies meet, and f**k, now he’s stroking in time with my rhythm, the pleasure surrounding me, inside and out. I want to stop, it’s too much, but I can’t, something in me is stronger, dark and craving, driving me on, thick with silver in my veins.