“That’s two weeks to see if we want to try this.” He pulled away from her slightly and gazed into her eyes. “If it works out, would you consider staying longer?”
She smiled. “I might. If I had the proper…incentive.”
He kissed her lips, tracing them with his tongue. “Honey, I’ll supply all the incentive you need.”
“You will, huh?”
“Oh yeah. Just wait ‘til you see all the things we can do in that steam shower.”
Destination Desire: Seoul Pleasure
Seoul Pleasure
If the world had a prize for excellence in pussy eating, Dylan Johnson would win, hands down.
The thought bounced around Allison Sanchez’s mind as she floated down from her third orgasm. Dylan’s silky black hair tickled her thighs as he continued to work her clit with his talented tongue. He slid his fingers slowly and languidly in and out of her slick wet channel. He twisted them, finding her G spot and massaging it, and off she flew again.
Damn, the man was good.
“Baby, baby,” Alli said, her voice deep with passion, “you’ve got to come fuck me. Now.”
His chocolate eyes glittered between her legs. He always maintained eye contact while he was licking her, and it was so fucking sexy. It drove her crazy. That gorgeous brown gaze of his set her heart afire as he climbed forward and thrust his amazing cock into her warm and willing flesh.
They’d been together for six months, and still she shattered every time he made love to her.
“God, you’re always so tight. Such a sweet, tight little pussy. And all mine.”
He took her mouth in a searing kiss as his hips ground against hers. Alli loved the taste of Dylan—spicy and masculine, mixed with her own zest. She tangled her tongue with his, eagerly devouring his drugging kisses.
Soon she was coming again, her body trembling, her skin tingling, and he thrust once more, filling her.
“I love you, Alli,” he said, breathless, and he nipped that sensitive place below her lobe that made her shiver.
“God, I love you, too.” She puffed against his sweaty neck, inhaling his musky male scent. He was so wonderful. So amazing. And so hers.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, once she regained her breath and he had rolled off her. “I have a surprise for you.”
His smile lit his face. “Oh, yeah?”
“Do you happen to know what day it is?”
“Hmm.” His strong hand smoothed over her breast, tweaking a nipple. She shuddered. “It’s Saturday. Which is why we’re still in bed at ten a.m. having hot, amazing sex.”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
His chocolate eyes sparkled. “I don’t have the foggiest, honey.”
Alli reached behind her for a pillow and swatted him with it.
“It’s February fourteenth. Valentine’s Day. And I’ve been doing a little research. In Korea, it’s the women who give chocolate to the men.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Stop teasing. You’ve been living here for years. You must know that.” Alli turned and reached under the bed. “So I have a little surprise for you.” She pulled out a white gift bag that she’d tied with a red ribbon and handed it to Dylan. “Here.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Sure I did. I love you, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and we’re in Seoul. Who am I to screw up tradition?” She smiled what she hoped was a mischievous smile. “Trust me, you’ll be glad I did.”