He struck again, with smooth aggression. His lips were on mine so fast I swallowed my gasp. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t or maybe I didn’t want to. He thrust his body against mine, pinning me to the wall as his hardness sank into my stomach.
His hands were everywhere, caressing, squeezing, and rubbing. When he filled his palms with my ass and lifted, my legs went around his waist. The strong pulsing beat between my legs was being stroked by the big bulge he nudged me with. The force of the urges roaming inside of me overrode my good sense as I leaned into him, deepening our kiss.
I’d never allowed a man this type of control. I’d never wanted one this close to me. My top was being slipped off my body as his lips plied mine, and his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. Our faces parted long enough for my top to be slipped over my head.
His lips didn’t return to my mouth, but to my neck as he rained kisses down the side and kept dipping lower until he pinched my hard bra-covered nipple between his lips. A loud gasp escaped when a strong shot of pleasure hit me in the chest and shot down to my pussy, making me moan.
My legs were anchored around him so tightly, there was a chance I’d leave him bruised. Keeping me pinned to the wall, he eased the top half of his body back, glaring into my eyes before he gripped the neck of his T-shirt and yanked it up. I helped, catching the bottom front and lifting it, working it over his head and off his left arm once he’d freed it from the right.
My gaze landed on a large tattoo, a partial sleeve that covered most of his right shoulder and bicep, something to do with the military it appeared. My mind wasn’t fully functional at this point.
Was I really about to do this? I’d never had the curious urges I was experiencing. The idea of being with a man was usually enough to make me nauseous.
What was so different about Dax? I’d never experienced this type of thirst for anyone. The cloud of lust that surrounded me was thick enough for me to lose myself in. I can’t do this. Could I? I needed to stop this before we went too far. Shouldn’t I?
Dax’s eyes found mine and remained on them like he sensed what I was thinking.
“It’s just me and you, Laura. No one has to know if you don’t want them to,” he assured before landing a soft wet kiss on my lips that emitted enough of a spark to burn away most of my doubt. His lips traced across my jaw until they were at my left ear.
“Do you feel that?” His warm breath eased across my skin like a roaming kiss. In the moment, many sensations surfaced, so I didn’t know which he was referring to. He had my panties so wet, I could feel them sticking to me.
“It’s passion. Chemistry. Lust. Desire,” he whispered before pulling my lobe between his hot lips. When he caught it between his teeth, a throaty moan bubbled in my throat. “We are lucky to have this, Laura. Many never experience anything close,” he continued.
His lips took mine again, except this time the kiss was tender, sparking with a passion that invaded my full body and caused me to whimper. He was using whatever magic he had to keep me from talking myself out of this.
Lust and desire were brought on by an arousing kiss. His kiss. When we sensed something extra stirring between us, we stopped the kiss and our gazes locked. The way he regarded me with knowing intensity caused me to drop my gaze.
Me backing down from something was not like me at all. There was this deep tugging of emotions and an unfamiliar need that lingered after we’d drawn our faces apart.
Like now, the tingle in my lips continued, and the tightening in my chest wasn’t loosening. The pulse in my neck thumped before it dropped and fluttered in my belly, keeping a steady rhythm. I didn’t like this connection with him, yet I couldn’t help feeding on it. I hated Dax for making me feel this way, yet I liked him for it at the same time.
“Let’s enjoy this. Say you want to enjoy this. Please, Laura,” he urged against my lips in a desperate whisper.
I drew my head back so I could stare into his eyes, finally summoning enough strength to lift my gaze.
“I want to enjoy it. This one time,” I stated firmly.
“This one time,” he repeated my words with a hot whisper before he turned and moved us to the bed. He placed me on top of the mattress, unwrapping my legs from his waist. He didn’t waste a moment as his lips went to my collarbone and trailed down my body until he was at my shorts. My body lifted without question for him to ease my silky shorts down. His lips connected with the trail of sensitive skin being brushed by the material as his eyes feasted on me, observing my every reaction.
He tossed my shorts aside as soon as he freed me of them. His hands returned to me in seconds, worshiping my body, making my hips sway for more of the kind of attention I’d never allowed myself to experience. He kissed the area above my panties and let his wet tongue glide up until it dipped into my belly button, eliciting another lazy moan from me.
“Don’t move a muscle,” he commanded, as he eased from the bed and went to the bedside table. How could I? My world had been shaken up and had started to spin backwards on its damaged axis. It wasn’t until the black and gold square appeared that I noticed the condom. I’d never been this reckless and out of control. My head fell back into the mattress as doubt filled me once more.
“You’re thinking way too much. It’s too late to turn back now,” he uttered. His voice was so heavy with lust it fluttered across my body like a caress as his hand dropped to his shorts. My gaze fell to the bulge there, anxious to see if it were as big as it felt.
When he dropped his shorts and stood upright, his dick sprang up, ready, deep pink, and big. It was bigger than my damn strap-on. My lips parted, and I swallowed before my gaze met with his. “Shit. You need to put a leash on that thing,” I commented, still gawking. His lips turned up into an arrogant smirk, but he didn’t comment.
Moving quickly, he climbed back into bed with me and took a ready position between my legs. He’d taken my brain power, and I’d done nothing but let him as an overwhelming heavy sensation in the core of my sex had my eyes falling back to his big pink dick.
He hovered over my body, making me squirm under is gaze before he lowered himself, meshing his hot body against mine. My nipples were puckered so tight they ached, and he noticed.
Through my thin bra, he pinched one of my puckered nipples between his fingers and gently tugged the other between his teeth. I drew in a deep sip of air as my eyes slammed shut. His mouth on me felt so good, I shuddered. I could never recall a time that these impulses had surged through me. When his dick nudged my hip, a snapshot of it so big and imposing invaded my mind.
“I thought white men were supposed to be small,” was the insensitive remark that slipped from my lips as he thievingly took my bra and had started to slide my panties down my legs.
“That’s nothing but a stereotype. You’ve been looping me into a lot of those since we met. And, I’ll admit, I’ve put you into a few as well. We’re learning a lesson in assuming,” he imparted.
“You can say that again,” I whispered on a deep sigh. Next thing I knew he was sliding atop me with ease, making our bodies meld together. I spread my legs wider so that he could fit more comfortably between them as he kissed me, sucking on my tongue like it was a flavorsome morsel of caramel.