Tracey
I never inhaled food so fast in my life and I don’t think Dak chewed his either. Nikki is still at the pub. The house is all ours again. We fall into the open door barely giving me a chance to remove the key from the lock. Dak’s pulling at my clothes and I’m doing the same to his, like we haven’t touched each other in weeks. Even though it was only a couple of hours ago we brought each other to several, orgasmic orgasms.
I don’t know what’s happening. The intense level of want is a new experience for me. We’re trying to make our way up the stairs while at the same time unzipping clothing and plundering each other’s mouths.
When we get to my bedroom, Dak slams the door closed behind us and pushes me against it. He pulls my sweater over my head and tosses it. In a matter of seconds he has my bra off and then he drops to his knees, pulling my shoes off, with my jeans and underwear following in quick succession. Staying on his knees he tugs his own shirt over his head, drops his head back, and scans his hungry eyes over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says in a hushed voice. God. I love the way he makes me feel so cherished. Then he begins to stroke me into ecstasy with his tongue again. I lace my fingers through his hair and hold him against me, greedy with need. When the tease of his tongue has me right on the edge, he stands up.
“Nooo,” I groan in frustration.
“Don’t worry. Just the warm-up.” He steps out of his shoes, jeans, and briefs. His erection springs free and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he turns and walks toward the bed.
I’m leaning back against the door trying to catch my breath and regain the use of my wobbly legs, a state I seem to be in ninety percent of the time I’m around him. I take the time to admire every cut groove of muscle in his back and wide shoulders. My gaze drifts down to his ass. The perfect ass. I was right. He has those slight indents on either side caused by the most toned, tight glutes I’ve ever seen. Not that I spend a lot of time studying booties, though I plan on spending some time studying that one.
Dak lies back on the bed, his head resting on a pillow. He hooks his index finger and motions for me. “I believe we had plans for this evening. Bring your sweet pussy over here.”
Like a good girl, I do as he asks because I’m more than warmed up. I’m on fire and drenched with need for him. I climb over him and straddle his legs.
“Tracey,” he whispers and the intensity in his eyes pierces my heart and makes my legs quiver. He grips my hips. “Ride me, baby. Ride me until you can’t think of anything but how good this is. How good we are.” The heat coursing through me intensifies. There’s nothing slow or careful about the way he’s taking me now.
In one afternoon Dak has gotten me past all my apprehensions. Gone are all those anxious restraints. At least with him.
He loosens his grip on my hips and gives all control over to me. Bracing my hands on the hard planes of his stomach I willingly take it, because my need for him is scorching. I lift up and with one quick move he’s so deep inside me my groan and Dak’s “fuuuck” vibrate the air at the same time.
He’s watching me through lust-hazed eyes as I begin to move up and down in slow strokes, clenching around his shaft with every movement.
“It feels so good,” I growl.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it. It’s all yours.”
I grind down on his pelvis, feeling him so deep and hard the heat building within me is volatile. He curls toward me and sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth, and then moves to my other breast. His lips move over me, kissing and sucking and whispering words I can no longer comprehend.
I move in a faster pace, pulling up and crashing down on him over and over. He matches my rhythm. We’re so connected, moving in perfect synchronization. It’s all sweat, flesh hitting flesh, and currents of white, hazy heat threatening to combust.
My muscles are trembling so hard I’m no longer in control of my body and Dak tightens his grip on my hips again. I lean back and with a deep thrust he drives into me and we ignite together; our groans a combined rhapsody of pleasure.
I collapse onto him, burying my face in the curve of his neck. He’s still inside me; still connected. Neither of us says a word.
No tangled involvement, no feelings, our promise to each other before this all started. I think I might be breaking my promise.