overheated skin. He pushed her shirt back, baring her shoulders, then lowered his head to kiss the swell of her breasts. When he cupped her, his hands felt warm through the thin
fabric of her bra.
She fought to free her arms from her shirt and then quickly unclasped her bra. As Darius pulled it off, she had a moment's hesitation. What was she doing?
As soon as Darius's mouth covered one of her nipples, all conscious thought fled and she could only react to the flicking of his tongue across her nipple and the tremors racing through her body.
He suckled her until she felt the moisture gather between her legs. Need pulsed through her, hot and insistent. She struggled to reach the waistband of his pants, but figuring out the foreign clasp was beyond her ability for rational thought.
"Off," she gasped.
He left her long enough to stand, and she watched unashamedly as he pushed his pants down his legs, much too slowly for her taste.
Lexi swallowed hard at the sight of his engorged shaft. Then the wolf in her rose, and inside her head she released a primal mating howl.
When Darius reached for her, she placed her hands in his and let him pull her to her feet. He made short work of her jeans, and when they pooled at her feet, he gathered her naked body close. She reveled in the hard warmth of him and felt the length of his shaft pressing insistently against her, throbbing with a need and life of its own.
"Bedroom," he demanded, lifting her into his arms. "Hallway. Last door on right," she directed between a frenzy of kisses.
As soon as they reached her room, they fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Almost immediately his shaft probed the juncture of her legs, and she opened for him. When he pushed into her, she gladly welcomed him. Still kissing her, he proceeded slowly,
filling her inch by delicious inch. Deeper and deeper he went until she could take no more. Then, with aching slowness, he withdrew. She clutched his shoulders in a frenzy as the sensation of his length rubbing against her created a friction that nearly undid her. Every fiber of awareness centered on the tension building inside her.
Before he could completely pull out, he drove himself forward. Then once again, slowly, he withdrew. Each time he pulled away, he reached between them and began pleasuring her most sensitive spot until her inner core cried out for him to fill her once more. He continued this way until she thought she would burst into a thousand pieces. She fought against her impending orgasm, wanting this moment to last as long as possible.
When Darius began to slow his movements, she thought it might be another tactic to prolong the experience. She opened her eyes to glance at his face and saw that his eyes were glazed over-with passion, she presumed, and privately reveled in her effect on him.
Then, to her amazement, Darius flipped them over without pulling out. Now she was on top, straddling his hips as he lifted her up and then let her slide down his erection.
Though her eyes were closed, she felt him shudder, and when she rolled her hips, he released a groan of pleasure. Setting her own rhythm, she milked the experience for all she could. When her orgasm hit, it was like a tidal wave slamming into her, taking her breath away.
As she gradually came back to her senses, she noticed Darius had grown very still beneath her. She was fairly certain he hadn't found his own release and wondered if he might be allowing her this moment to enjoy hers to its fullest before seeking his own pleasure. It was an unexpected, selfless gesture, and she opened her eyes, wanting to see his face when she thanked him.
At first, she thought he'd merely closed his eyes too, focusing, like her, on the physical aspects of their lovemaking. After a moment, though, when he still didn't look at her, she noticed his low, steady breathing, and the horrible truth finally dawned on her. He was asleep.
Darius stood in the middle of an open mist-covered field
fabric of her bra.
She fought to free her arms from her shirt and then quickly unclasped her bra. As Darius pulled it off, she had a moment's hesitation. What was she doing?
As soon as Darius's mouth covered one of her nipples, all conscious thought fled and she could only react to the flicking of his tongue across her nipple and the tremors racing through her body.
He suckled her until she felt the moisture gather between her legs. Need pulsed through her, hot and insistent. She struggled to reach the waistband of his pants, but figuring out the foreign clasp was beyond her ability for rational thought.
"Off," she gasped.
He left her long enough to stand, and she watched unashamedly as he pushed his pants down his legs, much too slowly for her taste.
Lexi swallowed hard at the sight of his engorged shaft. Then the wolf in her rose, and inside her head she released a primal mating howl.
When Darius reached for her, she placed her hands in his and let him pull her to her feet. He made short work of her jeans, and when they pooled at her feet, he gathered her naked body close. She reveled in the hard warmth of him and felt the length of his shaft pressing insistently against her, throbbing with a need and life of its own.
"Bedroom," he demanded, lifting her into his arms. "Hallway. Last door on right," she directed between a frenzy of kisses.
As soon as they reached her room, they fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Almost immediately his shaft probed the juncture of her legs, and she opened for him. When he pushed into her, she gladly welcomed him. Still kissing her, he proceeded slowly,
filling her inch by delicious inch. Deeper and deeper he went until she could take no more. Then, with aching slowness, he withdrew. She clutched his shoulders in a frenzy as the sensation of his length rubbing against her created a friction that nearly undid her. Every fiber of awareness centered on the tension building inside her.
Before he could completely pull out, he drove himself forward. Then once again, slowly, he withdrew. Each time he pulled away, he reached between them and began pleasuring her most sensitive spot until her inner core cried out for him to fill her once more. He continued this way until she thought she would burst into a thousand pieces. She fought against her impending orgasm, wanting this moment to last as long as possible.
When Darius began to slow his movements, she thought it might be another tactic to prolong the experience. She opened her eyes to glance at his face and saw that his eyes were glazed over-with passion, she presumed, and privately reveled in her effect on him.
Then, to her amazement, Darius flipped them over without pulling out. Now she was on top, straddling his hips as he lifted her up and then let her slide down his erection.
Though her eyes were closed, she felt him shudder, and when she rolled her hips, he released a groan of pleasure. Setting her own rhythm, she milked the experience for all she could. When her orgasm hit, it was like a tidal wave slamming into her, taking her breath away.
As she gradually came back to her senses, she noticed Darius had grown very still beneath her. She was fairly certain he hadn't found his own release and wondered if he might be allowing her this moment to enjoy hers to its fullest before seeking his own pleasure. It was an unexpected, selfless gesture, and she opened her eyes, wanting to see his face when she thanked him.
At first, she thought he'd merely closed his eyes too, focusing, like her, on the physical aspects of their lovemaking. After a moment, though, when he still didn't look at her, she noticed his low, steady breathing, and the horrible truth finally dawned on her. He was asleep.
Darius stood in the middle of an open mist-covered field
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