Chapter 19

Janus

God, I should win an award for getting all the way to the hotel room before ripping off this woman’s dress.

I know, I’m meant to find it embarrassing to be saved by a beautiful intelligent woman, but to be honest, it was just hot as fuck.

And then, watching her mouth all the while during dinner...I swear she’s the only person who can make eating squid look hot—that pointy little tongue licking oil off her lips, and the way she sucked at it. The way she leaned back in her chair and sighed after the first sip of wine.

I can think of a lot more interesting things that mouth could be doing. And I’ve waited three years for them. Like what she’s doing right now, for instance.

Running those wet, hot lips up my neck. And when she takes my earlobe into her mouth, and bites lightly—all bets are off.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

I can feel myself growing hotter, harder.

She is pressing her body against mine, and I’m pulling her closer.

That dress. God, watching it move against her body all dinner was some form of exquisite torture.

And that ass. She has me pushed against the door, and I am cupping her ass cheeks, running my hands along her thighs, hitching up the silk of her short dress.

The best way to take off a woman’s dress is by running your hands slowly all the way up her body.

She moans, and bites harder on my ear as my hands run over her hips, stomach, and tits.

In an instant, she’s wonderfully undressed before me, and I’m smiling like a daft little idiot.

Her smile is as big as mine, but still she laughs at me.

“You look like it’s Christmas,” she teases.

“Oh,” I say, running a finger along the top of her panties to tease her. “This is much better than Christmas.”

Her exhale is heavy with desire.

Despite her strong arms and hot little abs, she’s light as a feather when I pick her up to carry her to the bed, and sexy as hell when she wraps her legs around my waist.

My cock is twitching and straining against her.

I lay her on the bed, and myself on top of her.

My fingers stroke her panties as she lets out pleading moans.

Just when I think she’s putty in my hands, she flips me over. Fuck me, this girl is full of surprises. Straddling me, she undoes my shirt painfully slowly and kisses the place below each button.

I am stroking her back, trying to regain some of the power in this situation, but this girl has always been nothing if not focused.

Once she gets to the bottom of my shirt, she starts licking along my belt line—it’s like some kind of tempting torture devised by the devil.

Why did I wait so long to kiss her? We should have done this on the first night.

And then that perfect mouth is right over my twitching cock, licking and biting through my pants.

I can’t help myself now, I’m thrusting against her mouth, running my hands along her scalp and pulling at those soft, dark curls. I summon all my willpower and turn us both over.

She laughs in delight, and reaches for my belt buckle, never breaking eye contact as she slides her fingers across the top of my trousers, teasing me in the same manner that I was teasing her moments before.

“You are something else.”

“So, they tell me,” she whispers, her breath in my ear making every part of me shiver.

I slip my fingers into those lace panties, and feel how wet she is.

I can feel her clit swell under my fingers.

She still hasn’t broken eye contact, but I’ve wiped that hot little smirk off her face. Instead, she’s staring up at me with a hunger that is almost terrifying in its ferocity.

I rub little circles around her clit, and watch as her eyes widen.

“Jackal?” She gasps out.

“Dani?”

“Fuck me,” she still gives commands like a pro. And I will happily comply, but not quite yet.

“You’re too impatient,” I tell her, before biting her lip.

Slowly, I push my fingers into her, and feel her melt completely against me. I use my other hand to unclasp her bra and free her tits so that I can eagerly lick her nipples.

She enjoys the sensation of my tongue flicking against her pert nipples so much that her breath gets caught up in her throat, and I can feel her muscles tense around my fingers.

I thoroughly enjoy seeing her like this, completely undone and happy with it.

I lick between her breaths, rock my fingers into her and feel her getting wetter and tighter—all the while begging for me to fuck her.

I had forgotten how amazing it is when she clenches me and trembles in ecstatic waves when she finally comes—and how I feel deep satisfaction in hearing her sigh.

But I’m hard as hell now, and somehow still wearing my pants.

Luckily, Dani has never been a woman to be outdone.

She has barely caught her breath before she pushes me onto my back, pulling my pants off, and smiling like the cat that got the cream.

I didn’t know it was possible for me to get harder.

But now, I’m positively straining against her hands as she runs them under my balls, along my length; all the while kissing my collarbone and smiling a satisfied little smile at the jerks and spasms she’s getting out of me.

If she doesn’t stop soon, it will be my turn to beg.

She sits on top of me, and her pussy is still slippery and dripping. It’s tantalizing against my cock. I grab my hips and pull myself into her.

There is a slow second as I fill her up completely, and her pussy stretches to accommodate me.

We both gasp at the same time, and it sends a gentle shiver up my spine.

She tries to grind against me, but I have other ideas. In one deft move, I roll us over so that she is laying back against the bed and my feet are now planted firmly on the floor. Dani looks up at me with lustful curiosity as I nearly pull myself all the way out of her.

I hold myself there as she catches her breath and looks at me imploringly. And then I slam into her, making her clutch the blankets in a silent scream, breathing raggedly.

I pull out again, slowly, holding myself teasingly in her entrance way. She’s whimpering now. It makes me grin as I take in the sight of her pleading with her eyes.

When I slam into her again, she moans enough that she could likely be heard by everyone on our floor.

I keep moving slowly, in and out of her, teasing us both.

I hold onto her hips with one of my hands so I can control the rhythm and continue teasing her. With the other hand, I run my fingers up her chest and start pinching her nipple.

She arches her back and groans fully.

I can’t get enough of how wild her voice is when I’m inside her. I’m having a lot of trouble controlling myself.

She reaches up and pulls me down on top of her. Dani’s fists grab my hair and kisses me fully.

I stop trying to control myself. I’m pushing into her as hard as I can, and she is pushing back with moans of wanton desire.

Her legs move up and around my waist, locking me in place as I feel her pussy start tightening madly for the second time tonight.

Dani’s breathing intensifies and her moans break in ragged breaths. Her thighs begin to shudder and shake uncontrollably against my hips. And then I feel the surge of wetness around my cock as she bites down against my shoulder in a long, muffled moan.

It’s such a great feeling that I can’t stop myself from joining her and letting go.

Dani’s legs pull me down into her just as my hips thrust hard into her one last time.

The growl that escapes my lips as I explode inside her is one that hasn’t left my lips in three years.

We collapse against the bed in a mess of hands, lips, and exhaustion.

For once, she’s quiet about plans, sources and rendezvous spots; She’s just warm, soft, exhausted, and in my arms.

There are some words on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t find them. Instead, I fill my mind with those sleepy eyes…that satisfied smile.

Words and plans can wait until tomorrow.