his hands to the pants zipper and, in a deliberate motion, lowered it. The only sound that penetrated the stillness in the room was the rasp of the metal teeth separating. Rowyn’s gaze followed the motion and widened as she realized his intentions.
“What are you doing?” she asked sharply.
Darius didn’t answer, letting his actions speak for themselves as he lowered the pants down his hips and thighs. He stepped free of the material and stood before her bare-ass naked. Her stare jerked from his hardening dick back to his face. The expression of dismay and arousal would have been amusing if he wasn’t so damn pissed.
On silent feet he stalked across the small space between them. He assumed her surprise allowed him to tug the terry cloth belt free, but her paralysis lasted a moment. Rowyn clutched the robe’s lapels to her throat with both hands.
“Darius,” she protested as he gripped the material under her fists and pried the robe loose. “We can’t—” The words died on her lips as the cloth slipped down her arms and pooled to the floor behind her.
“Yes?” He stepped forward. And groaned. The feel of her breasts with their hard dark nipples pressing to his chest chased away hurt and anger. A gnawing hunger remained, a hunger that he’d believed had been satisfied countless times the night before. He was beginning to think it could never be sated. A respite maybe, but never fully gratified.
He ground his cock against the softness of her stomach. On a low growl, he cupped her ass and held her still as he circled his hips, stroking his dick against her, needing that sweet pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. With a soft, ravenous sound, Rowyn surrendered. She lifted her arms and wound them around his neck. Their mouths met halfway. Tongues dueled, entwined, and sucked. He changed the angle of his head and dived deeper, demanding all she had to give him. Her taste. Her moans. Her submission…her heart.
In moments, Darius lowered Rowyn to the bed. She spread her thighs wide, and he settled into the natural vee and welcoming heat of her pussy. The swollen lips gloved his cock, and he couldn’t resist sliding his shaft through the wet slit. He grunted with pleasure. She whimpered as his cockhead bumped over her engorged clit. The pretty pink button he’d sucked and teased countless times hours before peeked from between the folds as if begging for attention. Shifting up, he ground the base of his cock against it, and satisfaction surged through him at Rowyn’s hoarse cry. With a low curse, he rolled off her and reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bedside dresser at some point during the night. In seconds, he tore the small foil packet open, rolled the lubricated latex over his erection, and returned to the woman on the bed who represented pleasure and paradise. The breath hissed from between his lips as he reclaimed his position between her thighs.
“Listen to me,” he demanded and cupped her face, holding her head captive between his palms. Her lashes fluttered then lifted, and he stared down into her glazed eyes. “Here is where you belong.” He emphasized “here” with a small movement of his hips, and then he was penetrating her pussy with one hard thrust that sheathed half his erection. “And here is where I belong.” Again he punctuated the word with another stroke that buried him balls-deep inside her sex. Her shocked gasp heated his lips, as for the first time, she took his cock in two short thrusts.
“There you go,” he whispered and dipped deep in her mouth for a short kiss. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy shivering around my dick, baby.” He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “This is where we belong.” He rolled his hips and stroked his pelvis over her clit. When she lifted her legs and circled his waist with them, her feet settling in the small of his back for a long ride, he withdrew, emitting a groan at the exquisite pleasure of her flesh dragging over
“What are you doing?” she asked sharply.
Darius didn’t answer, letting his actions speak for themselves as he lowered the pants down his hips and thighs. He stepped free of the material and stood before her bare-ass naked. Her stare jerked from his hardening dick back to his face. The expression of dismay and arousal would have been amusing if he wasn’t so damn pissed.
On silent feet he stalked across the small space between them. He assumed her surprise allowed him to tug the terry cloth belt free, but her paralysis lasted a moment. Rowyn clutched the robe’s lapels to her throat with both hands.
“Darius,” she protested as he gripped the material under her fists and pried the robe loose. “We can’t—” The words died on her lips as the cloth slipped down her arms and pooled to the floor behind her.
“Yes?” He stepped forward. And groaned. The feel of her breasts with their hard dark nipples pressing to his chest chased away hurt and anger. A gnawing hunger remained, a hunger that he’d believed had been satisfied countless times the night before. He was beginning to think it could never be sated. A respite maybe, but never fully gratified.
He ground his cock against the softness of her stomach. On a low growl, he cupped her ass and held her still as he circled his hips, stroking his dick against her, needing that sweet pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. With a soft, ravenous sound, Rowyn surrendered. She lifted her arms and wound them around his neck. Their mouths met halfway. Tongues dueled, entwined, and sucked. He changed the angle of his head and dived deeper, demanding all she had to give him. Her taste. Her moans. Her submission…her heart.
In moments, Darius lowered Rowyn to the bed. She spread her thighs wide, and he settled into the natural vee and welcoming heat of her pussy. The swollen lips gloved his cock, and he couldn’t resist sliding his shaft through the wet slit. He grunted with pleasure. She whimpered as his cockhead bumped over her engorged clit. The pretty pink button he’d sucked and teased countless times hours before peeked from between the folds as if begging for attention. Shifting up, he ground the base of his cock against it, and satisfaction surged through him at Rowyn’s hoarse cry. With a low curse, he rolled off her and reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bedside dresser at some point during the night. In seconds, he tore the small foil packet open, rolled the lubricated latex over his erection, and returned to the woman on the bed who represented pleasure and paradise. The breath hissed from between his lips as he reclaimed his position between her thighs.
“Listen to me,” he demanded and cupped her face, holding her head captive between his palms. Her lashes fluttered then lifted, and he stared down into her glazed eyes. “Here is where you belong.” He emphasized “here” with a small movement of his hips, and then he was penetrating her pussy with one hard thrust that sheathed half his erection. “And here is where I belong.” Again he punctuated the word with another stroke that buried him balls-deep inside her sex. Her shocked gasp heated his lips, as for the first time, she took his cock in two short thrusts.
“There you go,” he whispered and dipped deep in her mouth for a short kiss. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy shivering around my dick, baby.” He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “This is where we belong.” He rolled his hips and stroked his pelvis over her clit. When she lifted her legs and circled his waist with them, her feet settling in the small of his back for a long ride, he withdrew, emitting a groan at the exquisite pleasure of her flesh dragging over
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