He drew the dress over her head, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, wearing nothing but a scrap of lace. His eyes roved over her, his hunger palpable, making her feel both worshipped and ravaged.
She reached for him, but he grasped her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head. “Let me explore you, Lena,” he rasped, his voice a command. “Let me learn every inch of you.”
He trailed his free hand down her body, exploring every curve, every dip, every secret place. He circled her navel, her hips, before dipping lower, brushing against the lace of her panties. Her breath caught in her throat, her body crying out for more.
“Tell me what you need, Lena,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she gasped, her body writhing beneath him. “I want you, David.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He released her hand, only to tangle his fingers in her hair, tugging her mouth to his. His kiss was fierce, demanding, a claiming. She surrendered to it, her body melting into his.
His free hand hooked onto the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs, his eyes feasting on her naked form. He trailed kisses down the line of her throat, over her collarbone, her sternum. Then lower, his tongue dipping into her navel, his hands gripping her hips.
When he finally settled between her thighs, his breath hot against her most intimate place, she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, learning her secrets, her desires. He licked, he sucked, he nipped; every touch triggered waves of pleasure.
She hissed, fisting her fingers in his hair, her body arching into him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close,desire coiling tighter and tighter, her muscles trembling with anticipation.
“David,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate cry. “I need… I need…”
He knew. With one last, long lick, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, sending her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She cried out his name as she convulsed around his fingers, her muscles clenching and releasing.
He surged up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted herself on him, the intimacy of it sending another shiver through her.
David stood and Lena watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he stripped off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing the broad planes of his chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen.
Her breath caught at the sight of him—all lean muscle and warm skin, a thin trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband. He made quick work of his belt, his movements urgent now, fingers fumbling slightly with the button of his pants before he shucked them down along with his boxers.
Lena’s eyes widened as she took in the full length of him, her core clenching with renewed desire. He was beautiful—strong thighs, narrow hips, and god, the evidence of how much he wanted her standing proud and thick between his legs. She’d imagined what he might look like beneath those tailored suits and faded jeans, but the reality was so much better.
Her gaze traveled back up his body, lingering on the hard planes of his stomach, the strength of his shoulders, before meeting his eyes. The raw hunger she saw there made her pulse spike, heat pooling low in her belly all over again. She raised her arms in invitation.
He lowered himself back down, pressing his hips against hers, his erection hot and hard along her inner thigh. Shereached down, wrapping her hand around his cock, eliciting a guttural groan from deep within his chest.
“Fuck, Lena,” he growled a warning. “I need to be inside you.”
She smiled, and guided him to her aching pussy. He sank into her in a slow, careful stroke that sent lightning shooting through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
He complied, moving above her, driving into her. Every thrust hit that spot deep inside her, sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge. She clung to him; her nails raking his shoulders, her breath coming in harsh pants.
He shifted, changing angles, his pelvis grinding against her clit with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: the slap of skin against skin, the harsh symphony of their breath. She was so close, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her muscles trembling with anticipation.
“David,” she gasped, arching up. “I’m… I’m…”
He wrapped a hand loosely around her neck, tipping her head until her eyes met his. “Let go, Lena. Come for me.”
And she did. With a cry, she came undone, her body convulsing around him, her inner muscles clamping down on him as pleasure rushed through her. Lena’s senses heightened; every touch, every sound magnified.
“Good girl.” David rumbled. Her breath faltered, pulse kicking hard beneath his hand as his gaze darkened. She arched toward him before she could stop herself. And the way he watched her—steady, assessing, satisfied—sent another wave through her that had nothing to do with fear.
“Now again.” Something inside her unraveled at the command in those two words. Not submission. Trust. A flush climbed her throat, heat pooling low as her body betrayedher before her mind caught up. She leaned into him without meaning to.
His heart pounded against her chest, echoing her own wild rhythm. His skin was slick and hot beneath her fingertips, his body a furnace, igniting her own. The length of him, still hard inside her, had every tiny movement sending sparks skittering along her nerve endings.
His mouth found her throat, lips grazing her sensitive skin, teeth nibbling.
“Oh, god…”
She gasped, her head falling back, exposing more of her neck to his ministrations. He took advantage, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, his stubble rough against her soft flesh, as he stroked steadily into her. His breath, warm and ragged, ghosted across her skin as he murmured her name like a prayer. “Lena…”
