strawberries and chocolate sauce took me right up there to the edge.”
“Is that so?” He heard the slight hint of mischief in her voice.
He held himself still as she studied his hot shaft, ran a fingertip over the dark purplish head and the pulsing vein that wrapped around his cock. When she lowered her head and licked up one side of it and down the other, he nearly came off the bed. He shuddered, and his balls drew up.
“Take it easy, darlin’.” His voice was raspy and uneven. “I’m already knockin’ on the door after tasting your luscious body all over.”
“I should get to take as much time as you did,” she teased.
He opened his eyes. “You get three minutes, and then I’m in charge again,” he warned.
“Then I’d better make good use of my time.”
She opened her mouth and took in as much of him as she could, sliding his thickness along her tongue and closing her lips around him. Very slowly she moved her lips up and down, her fingers still wrapped around his cock. With her other hand, she sought the sac between his thighs and rolled his balls in her fingers.
“Jesus!” Marc tunneled one hand into her hair and wrapped the silken strands around it. “Holy shit!”
Daisy hummed in satisfaction at his response before bending to her task again. She licked and sucked and played, closing her eyes and letting the taste and scent of him roll over her and invade every inch of her.
“I think you might taste a lot better with some chocolate sauce,” she teased.
Marc was done. He gripped her head, lifted her away, and rolled to a sitting position.
“Enough.” His voice was hoarse with tension. “I have to be inside you right this minute.”
He didn’t even take the time to rearrange them on the bed. He barely managed to sheath himself with a condom before he lifted her legs over his shoulders, placed the head of his cock at her opening, and drove inside her.
Oh god!
He had time for one rational thought before he took them both on the ride of their lives.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Look in my eyes, Daisy.”
She did, and he was lost in the deep hazel of her eyes, the tiny flecks of gold in the irises. He thrust into her over and over, the width of his shaft dragging sensuously along her inner muscles, the head bumping the mouth of her womb. Every one of her nerves was focused on their joining. Nothing else existed. He was pinned by her gaze, lost in the heat of it as he rode her and rode her and finally took them both over the edge of the cliff and into the valley of sensation.
With his arms wrapped around her, holding their shuddering bodies together, he pressed his mouth to hers and held it there until the thump of their heartbeats slowed and the intense shudders subsided. He thought he could stay there forever, her hot pussy tight around him, her breasts tempting him to take just one more taste. At last, he eased himself from her and padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When Marc walked back into the bedroom, he poured two glasses of champagne, put them on the nightstand, and then climbed into bed, pulling Daisy up beside him. Then picking up both flutes, he handed one to her.
“To an incredible Mardi Gras.” He touched his glass to hers.
“I’ll drink to that.” She smiled then took a sip of the bubbly liquid.
Marc set his glass down and pulled her against him. “I’m not sure we’re done with the strawberries and chocolate yet, chere. ”
“And I think I need to catch my breath.” She grinned at him. “You know how to wear a girl out, that’s for sure. You weren’t kidding about Cajun spice.”
“We’ve got all night, darlin’. All night long.”
*****
Marc couldn’t remember a night in his life that was so erotic, so sensual and so fulfilling. He had no idea what would happen when they got back to New York. Daisy had been hesitant when he brought it up and maybe he’d been rushing things a little. After all, her situation was far
“Is that so?” He heard the slight hint of mischief in her voice.
He held himself still as she studied his hot shaft, ran a fingertip over the dark purplish head and the pulsing vein that wrapped around his cock. When she lowered her head and licked up one side of it and down the other, he nearly came off the bed. He shuddered, and his balls drew up.
“Take it easy, darlin’.” His voice was raspy and uneven. “I’m already knockin’ on the door after tasting your luscious body all over.”
“I should get to take as much time as you did,” she teased.
He opened his eyes. “You get three minutes, and then I’m in charge again,” he warned.
“Then I’d better make good use of my time.”
She opened her mouth and took in as much of him as she could, sliding his thickness along her tongue and closing her lips around him. Very slowly she moved her lips up and down, her fingers still wrapped around his cock. With her other hand, she sought the sac between his thighs and rolled his balls in her fingers.
“Jesus!” Marc tunneled one hand into her hair and wrapped the silken strands around it. “Holy shit!”
Daisy hummed in satisfaction at his response before bending to her task again. She licked and sucked and played, closing her eyes and letting the taste and scent of him roll over her and invade every inch of her.
“I think you might taste a lot better with some chocolate sauce,” she teased.
Marc was done. He gripped her head, lifted her away, and rolled to a sitting position.
“Enough.” His voice was hoarse with tension. “I have to be inside you right this minute.”
He didn’t even take the time to rearrange them on the bed. He barely managed to sheath himself with a condom before he lifted her legs over his shoulders, placed the head of his cock at her opening, and drove inside her.
Oh god!
He had time for one rational thought before he took them both on the ride of their lives.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Look in my eyes, Daisy.”
She did, and he was lost in the deep hazel of her eyes, the tiny flecks of gold in the irises. He thrust into her over and over, the width of his shaft dragging sensuously along her inner muscles, the head bumping the mouth of her womb. Every one of her nerves was focused on their joining. Nothing else existed. He was pinned by her gaze, lost in the heat of it as he rode her and rode her and finally took them both over the edge of the cliff and into the valley of sensation.
With his arms wrapped around her, holding their shuddering bodies together, he pressed his mouth to hers and held it there until the thump of their heartbeats slowed and the intense shudders subsided. He thought he could stay there forever, her hot pussy tight around him, her breasts tempting him to take just one more taste. At last, he eased himself from her and padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When Marc walked back into the bedroom, he poured two glasses of champagne, put them on the nightstand, and then climbed into bed, pulling Daisy up beside him. Then picking up both flutes, he handed one to her.
“To an incredible Mardi Gras.” He touched his glass to hers.
“I’ll drink to that.” She smiled then took a sip of the bubbly liquid.
Marc set his glass down and pulled her against him. “I’m not sure we’re done with the strawberries and chocolate yet, chere. ”
“And I think I need to catch my breath.” She grinned at him. “You know how to wear a girl out, that’s for sure. You weren’t kidding about Cajun spice.”
“We’ve got all night, darlin’. All night long.”
*****
Marc couldn’t remember a night in his life that was so erotic, so sensual and so fulfilling. He had no idea what would happen when they got back to New York. Daisy had been hesitant when he brought it up and maybe he’d been rushing things a little. After all, her situation was far
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