It only takes him a few seconds to recover and then he’s striding towards me.
With his hot gaze never leaving my naked body, he uses one hand to loosen his tie and yank it free before ripping at his shirt buttons and shrugging it off his shoulders to land on the floor, forgotten. His movement is predatory, his whole body seeming to move like a stalking panther, and he’s on me.
As if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and throws me on the bed. He follows me down, his mouth taking mine the second we hit the mattress. As his body cradles between my thighs, his hands pin mine to the bed either side of my face and his mouth is hungry and urgent for me.
“I can already tell you’re going to drive me crazy,” he mutters between kisses.
I meet him kiss for kiss, working my tongue sensuously over his and nipping his bottom lip between my teeth until he groans and grinds the hard bulge in his trousers against my needy heat.
“I’m going to make you pay, Miss Snow,” his mouth kisses hotly down my cheek to nip my sensitive earlobe.
“Will you be charging by the minute or by the second?” I ask and can’t help giggling when he pulls back to glare at me.
He growls and something glimmers in his eyes before he resumes his exploration of my throat.
He kisses my shoulder and then lowers to my breast, and I cry out, arching my back when he engulfs one erect nipple in his hot mouth.
He spends a long time sucking and licking one nipple and then the other, kneading them in his strong hands.
He seems to love just looking at them.
“These are so perfect,” he murmurs to himself before dipping his head to take my nipple into his mouth again, sucking at it hard.
When he starts kissing lower, I feel my whole body trembling.
It’s like he’s worshiping me, like he wants to taste every inch of me.
And I let him.
My whole body throbs with heat and arousal, and all I can do is grip the sheet and hold on.
He plants a kiss just above my belly button.
Oh…
My…
And then another kiss…
And another…
He’s circling my belly, kissing and tasting, moaning as though I’m the sweetest dessert.
He kisses down my thigh and slowly pulls down the zip of my boot, kissing as he pulls it off and lets it drop to the floor.
He does the same with the other boot and then he’s kissing a hot, tingling trail back up my leg - past my knee, up to my inner thigh.
“Wait,” I put my hands on his head and he gives me a questioning look, “I just… You don’t have to…”
I feel heat flooding my face as I try to pick the words.
Trent never liked going down on me and only seemed to attempt it during makeup sex.
“Don’t have to what? This?” he slowly licks his tongue up the line of my wetness, “What if I want to?”
He licks again - this time more firmly so his tongue splits my folds apart and drags over the tip of my clit.
The sensation is so incredible I forget all my misgivings and fall back into the pillows. He spreads my thighs wider and licks me again, pausing to circle his tongue around my clit.
“Has anyone done this for you before?” he asks, planting a lingering kiss on the sensitive spot where my thigh and pussy meet.
“Oh…” I respond, moaning when he laps at my pussy from opening to clit, and again.
I can’t respond to him.
My face floods with heat again.
I have heard of other women enjoying oral sex but until now, I’d never been one of them.
Trent always made it look so distasteful and I was always too self-conscious to relax. But Kaden laps and flicks his incredible tongue over my needy pussy like a starving man in the desert.
There’s no time for thought or embarrassment when he’s…
Oh yes!
There’s a mirror on the ceiling.
Wow. I hadn’t noticed that before.
My back arcs off the bed and my hands rip into his expensive sheets as heat floods my whole body and molten pleasure blooms from where he’s swirling his tongue around my clit.
And I shatter.
When I open my eyes again, he’s smiling down at me.
“I love how responsive you are. And for the record, you taste incredible,” he smiles.
And then he’s kissing me again.
I can taste myself on his lips and it just inflames my arousal level higher, driving me wild with a desperate need to feel and taste him.
“I’m going to own you now, Miss Snow,” he murmurs against my mouth and I feel him reaching down between us, working his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, “If you have any objections, I suggest you state them now.”
At the last second I remember something but he’s way ahead of me.
With an arrogant smirk that would ordinarily annoy the hell out of me, he stares at me. When I look down between our bodies, I gasp out loud in equal fear and wonder.
How the hell was he hiding that in his trousers?
To say he’s bigger than Trent would be the understatement of the century. This man has a damn python!
Noticing my wide-eyed stare, he grins down at me.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs, “At least at first.”
His smile is so arrogant… but irresistible.
Gripping my hands, he pulls my arms above my head and holds them there.
I growl at him.
I have never growled at anybody before. This man is doing things to me that I didn’t know I could do.
Damn.
I want to touch him!
His wide chest, strong defined arms and tasty six-pack are just begging to be under my hands and mouth.
I want to explore him.
I want to know if his nipples are as sensitive as mine.
I want to know if he enjoys my mouth on his cock as much as I loved his on my clit.
“I need you now,” he groans - and then shifts his hips so the thick head of his hard cock is pressing against my quivering wetness.
Then he’s pushing inside.
A steady relentless force impales me in the most intimate, exciting way possible.
“Yes, Claire,” he groans between gritted teeth, pushing still more of his girth deeper, “You are so tight.”
His eyes open and he’s staring into my soul as he slowly pulls almost all the way out before pushing back inside.
I bring my knees up and we both groan when the movement forces him deeper.
It’s too much.
The connection is too intense and I close my eyes to focus on his taunt body moving powerfully and rhythmically within mine.
“Open your eyes, Claire,” he commands and I obey, “Don’t ever hide from me.”
It comes out like an almost angry growl but before I can react, he shifts his position and thrusts - hard.
Very hard.
I am completely dominated by this man.
My hands and body are pinned to the bed beneath him and he’s like a machine above me.
He plunges his cock hard and deep, over and over making me his with every thrust.
His whole body is a taunt ball of concentration, his face a mask of power and control.
The muscles on his arms bulge, and when I look up and past him, I see the mirror above me and my heart stops.
I’ve seen my share of erotic images in online porn, mainly by accident when Trent had been using my computer.
But what I see in the mirror above us is possibly the most erotic vision of my life.
My hair is fanned out around my flushed face and my thighs are spread wide either side of the man-beast between them.
His wide back is covered in sweat and his muscles flex as he moves above me.
I am mesmerized as his firm ass cheeks clench with every hard thrust into my eager body.
“You like watching?” he grunts, slowing his movements to a long, strong rhythm.
“Why doesn’t…” my voice cracks, “Doesn’t everyone have a mirror like this?”
He chuckles and grinds against me, dragging me ever closer to the volcano building up inside me.
“Yes Claire…” he moans and lowers his mouth to my throat, latching on and sucking.
Then he’s pounding me again.
Hard and fast.
Someone’s crying out.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s me.
His powerful thrusts, his unrelenting stare.
It’s not enough for him to possess my body - he wants all of me.
“Come for me, Claire.”
His voice is rough and deep.
It’s not a request.
“Now.”
I thought it was impossible but in the next second my eyes are wide, my back arcs, and my whole body floods with molten hot pleasure.
His powerful thrusts drag my climax on and on, getting harder and faster as low ragged grunts rip from his gritted teeth.
Suddenly his whole body stiffens and one last thrust drives him deep into my still clenching center.
It feels like he comes for a long time, grinding his cock deep, his mouth open wide in a silent yell.
When his body finally relaxes, he releases my hands and rolls off me, and for a long time we stare up at the mirror.
He’s breathing hard and there’s a funny expression on his face.
He looks sort of angry.
I turn my head to look at him but if he notices he doesn’t show it.
He seems lost in his own thoughts.
I want to reach out to him but something stills my hand.
That was easily the best sex of my life, not that I have lots of experience but surely sex that good, with a climax that strong, must indicate some kind of inner connection.
I can feel tears stinging my eyes but I don’t know why.
I want him to hold me.
I need him to hold me.
But he doesn’t.
He just lies there - lost in his own head.
My eyes are suddenly very heavy and I roll onto my side, away from him.
Somewhere behind me a large form shifts and something warm is covering my naked body.
Something even warmer is pressing against my back, wrapping its arms around me, whispering something inaudible…