He described the area to her as being affluent, but quiet with an extremely low crime rate. He said the house had a third floor studio that apparently had excellent acoustics that could be used as a practice space for her cello. He then showed her up to the second floor and led her from room to room describing which could be his office, which would be the guest room and which would be their room.
“Which one will be our room again?” she asked huskily.
He gave her a little push into a room. “This one.”
“Is it big?” she asked, mischievously, dropping her cardigan on the floor.
“Big enough,” he assured her, reaching out to capture her good wrist and pulling it behind her back. She brought her other hand up and curved it under his T-shirt, flattening her palm against the hard plane of his stomach.
“Describe it to me,” she whispered.
“It’ll fit our bed,” he growled down at her.
“Which one?”
“Mine. Definitely mine.” He leaned down and licked her bare shoulder, biting at the thin strap of her top and snapping it against her skin. Then, using his teeth, he slid the strap over her shoulder and licked his way back up her neck, causing her to shiver and squirm.
“So you can tie me up to the posts?” she whispered.
“That’s why I bought the damn thing to begin with.”
She gasped. “I knew it! You pervert!”
“You love it,” he growled, gripping her jaw and shoving his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her thoroughly before letting her surface for air.
“I love it,” she agreed breathlessly. “What else… the room.”
“Has a walk-in closet, one of those old creepy ones with a hanging light you have to pull to turn on,” he said.
“Really?” she asked excitedly. “Do you think the closet locks from the outside?”
“If it doesn’t, I can fix that,” he said, pulling her top and padded bra off in one move and dropping them to the floor. “Fuck, your gorgeous tits make me want to fucking devour you every damn time, Addison.”
Putting truth to words, he bent her backwards over his arm and sucked her breast into his mouth until she was moaning in delight and clutching his hair. She used to feel self-conscious about her smaller than average chest size, especially in comparison to her backside, but Daniel never gave her a chance to feel any kind of self-doubt. He worshipped her too well for her to think she possibly had any flaws.
Her moans turned to screams as he started using his teeth against her nipples, turning the soft nubs into diamonds. Moisture flooded her pussy, making Addison squirm against him and beg for the release only he could give her. “Please, Daniel… please… I need…”
He lifted his head from her breast and pulled her down until his mouth hovered over hers. “What do you need, baby?” he growled.
“I need you, Daniel!” she wailed.
“Always,” he promised, reaching down to pull her soft cotton skirt down her legs.
He spread it on the dusty floor beneath them and laid her down on top of it, gently pulling her cotton panties down her thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Tell me,” she whispered shyly.
He chuckled darkly. “I love it when you use my eyes,” he growled, kissing the softness of her plump inner thigh. “You’re laying on dark cherry wood floor with your hair spread out like a halo, your pale skin is glowing in the light of the sun coming in through the window. And the gorgeous pink wetness of your pussy is all for me. So damn beautiful.”
“I didn’t know you were a poet,” she gasped playfully.
She reached out for him, but he held her down with a hand on her stomach and fell on her, licking her until she was moaning and crying out for him to make her come. He took her to the brink of orgasm and then held back. “Beg me for it, Addison.”
“Please, can I come?” she keened wildly, barely aware of what she was asking.
He chuckled and refused over and over until she was screaming some very unladylike things at him. He enjoyed when she did that. He liked making her swear at him when he knew she really preferred not to use foul language. Unfortunately for him, Addison managed to get a hand in and give herself a quick orgasm before he could stop her, since he was cautious not to grab her recently broken wrist.
“Oh, thank god!” she sighed happily, her hips sinking to the floor.
