She closed and locked the door and turned around to find Dariux standing at the door to the bedroom. Still naked. Did he ever plan to put clothes on? His nakedness was... distracting.
“Who was that?” he asked. His voice, gravelly from sleep, rasped over her senses with the effect of velvet over sensitized skin.
“My mum. She came to check on me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Your mum lives nearby?”
“Yes. This cottage is on her land.”
“Ah, that explains it.”
“Explains, what?”
“Why I couldn’t find you. You were staying on property belonging to your mother. I did a thorough search for you. Looked up every property you have ever owned or leased, and this place never came up. Stupid of me not to investigate your parents. But it never occurred to me you would be staying with your mother. It is something I would never do,” he confessed.
“My mum is my best friend. I always turn to her in times of need.”
He nodded, pensive. “I see that now. Did she... see me?”
Was he blushing? She’d have never thought something could embarrass Dariux. What a delicious discovery. Going to him, she smiled wickedly.
“Not in your whole full”—she gestured to his erection— “morning glory. I had just enough time to cover you before she barged in.”
“Hmm,” he grunted. “I’m so hungry.”
“I’ll prepare some breakfast. Just give me a minute.”
“I wasn’t talking about food.”
With that, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the table, leaving no doubt as to what he wanted to ‘eat.’
“Dariux!” she squealed, laughing. “You must give me some time to recover. I’m still sore from last night.”
“You are right. My poor baby. I used you hard last night, didn’t I? And you took my cock in your sweet pussy so well.”
She moaned, turned on by his words and the wicked glint in his eyes.
“Let me soothe you, will you?”
He laid her down and spread her on the dining table as if she were a feast, then took the chair before her. His powerful arms supported her legs, opening her up for his enjoyment.
“Lean back, darling. Let me enjoy my breakfast,” he said, burying his face into the apex of her thighs.
The first swipe of his tongue over her sensitized flesh had her growling in delight. Her tired muscles protested as she strained against his mouth, striving to get closer.
“Shhh, relax. Let me do all the work,” he said against her flesh.
And she did. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations, delighting in the sinful dance of his tongue over her bud, marveling at the careful, almost reverent touch of his dexterous fingers playing over her skin. They inflamed and soothed at the same time. The wet, erotic sounds of his mouth playing over her flesh. His smell, spicy and male, mingled with her own desire.
It was impossible to lie passive under such sensual assault. Her hips undulated, and he hummed in approval, his mouth turning more wicked, more intent.
She felt herself climbing, coiling past the point of no return. Soon, all that energy would burst forth. She would explode like a supernova. It would be scary; except she knew he was there to catch her.
Trust, like she had never felt before, allowed her to let go. To fly free. Secure in the knowledge that his strong arms would never let her crash.
Her cries of ecstasy exploded from deep within her. She heard them as if from a distance, shaking her head from side to side with the force of her climax.
He wrung every iota of her pleasure with his mouth and hands. Staying with her through her rapture and beyond. Serving as her anchor in the world.
