He pulled his fingers from me and I sighed in disappointment, but that didn’t last long because he bent his knees and used that hand to guide his dick to my entrance. I lifted up on my toes, bending over more so that we could line up more easily.
At the first press of his cock, I sucked in a breath. He was barely inside me but this was already the best sex of my entire life.
His hips moved in slow, shallow thrusts as he worked his way deeper inside me. Forward and back, an inch at a time, until he was seated all the way inside me. I shuddered beneath him at the sensation of being filled to the point of near pain.
His hand tapped my clit again, causing me to jump and my pussy to clench around his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You like that, don’t you?”
I met his gaze in the mirror. Thankfully, he didn’t force me to say the words because I wasn’t even sure I could speak.
He gave my clit a light smack again and I yelped. Then, he moved. His hips withdrew from mine, slow and easy, dragging his cock from inside me until he was poised at my entrance.
Then, he thrust in. Faster, but not harder. He was moving inside me but almost gently. Yet that infernal hand of his smacked my clit again.
I gasped, stiffening in his grasp as fire shot from my clit to my nipples and then spread to the rest of my body.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked, my voice thready.
“Look at me,” he said and I realized my eyes had drifted shut.
I forced my eyelids open and stared at him in the mirror.
His eyes were green fire and every muscle in his arm stood out in sharp relief where he held my throat.
While I stared at him, he kept the pace of his thrusts easy, almost leisurely, as my body swayed with his.
Then, he gave my clit three quick slaps in succession before circling it firmly with his finger.
The orgasm I’d felt building within me exploded from a vague sensation to an intensity I could barely stand.
I clawed at the smooth countertop, a scream escaping my lips as I writhed and squirmed uncontrollably in his hold. His fingers circled my clit again, keeping the tension wound in my body, holding me hostage with pleasure.
As the sensation grew to be too much, I clutched at his wrist. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
Suddenly, he was no longer inside me and he whirled me around, lifting me up until my legs were wrapped around his waist. My ass hit the cold counter, breaking through the pleasure for a moment.
“Too much?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl. “How can it be too much when we’ve barely just begun?”
Before I could answer, one of his hands tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so that my throat was bared to him. His lips closed over the skin, sucking hard, before I felt the sharp sting of fangs.
He didn’t just scrape me with them this time. No, he sank his fangs into me at the same moment he thrust his cock back into my pussy.
Every muscle in my body locked down as I hung suspended over an abyss of the orgasm to end all orgasms.
“Daniel,” I whispered.
I felt his lips tighten over my skin just before he sucked deeply, and I ceased to exist.
Wave after wave of pleasure battered me with each pull of his mouth and thrust of his cock. I was nothing and this…this was everything.
My hands clutched his back, my nails digging deep, as the sensations consumed me. All of me.
I had no idea where I ended and he began.
His mouth released my throat before his tongue slid over the area he’d bitten. His thrusts increased in power and speed until he was clutching me to him as he came.
“My Carina,” he murmured against my shoulder. “My Carina.”
