Chapter 11 #2
They had only thirty-six hours in Copenhagen before she had to leave for a buyers’ conference in Herning, and it might be weeks before their schedules aligned again.
She desperately longed to escape the turmoil in her mind, especially with their time together so fleeting.
Determined to push aside her emotions and focus on her physical needs, Sorinah resolved to act.
Toys could never fully replace the sensation of his touch.
His skin, still golden from his vacation, evoked memories of their fleeting moments by the pool during the holidays, even if they hadn’t had true privacy.
She trailed her hand down his rippled abs, savouring the firm muscles beneath her fingertips.
The thought of tracing her tongue down the ridges of his abs to his arousal made her mouth water.
“So, how is your recovery progressing?” she asked coyly, her hand lightly grazing his nipple.
Aldrich’s expression shifted from that of a comforting confidant to a sensual predator. He captured her hand and guided it to his growing, covered arousal. “I’m not sure,” he said, tightening his grip over hers. “You tell me.”
“Oh, you are definitely recovered,” she affirmed.
Sorinah gently freed her hands from beneath his, slipping them into his boxers to release his length from its confines. As she leaned in, her warm breath brushed his skin as her grip tightened, moving up and down.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he said, removing her hand. “You will not jeopardise my recovery with a hand job.”
Aldrich opened her robe and pinned her hands above her head with one of his, exuding the control she both relished and craved—though she occasionally enjoyed the rare moments when he let her take charge. For now, she revelled in being entirely at his mercy.
Their kiss was passionate, leaving her yearning for more. If her hands had been free, she would have reached for him; instead, she nipped his tongue as he dominated the kiss. When he pulled away, she bit his lower lip playfully.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“The kiss was nice, but there are other parts of me that need attention,” she replied.
“Is that so?” He kissed along her shoulder.
“Yes! Let’s get to it,” Sorinah urged, unaware of why she was provoking him.
“Are you in a hurry, Kitten?” His kisses trailed to her shoulder blade.
“Really?” she muttered, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the heavy, musky air of the room.
This came from the man who couldn’t be bothered to gently remove her panties earlier but had instead ripped them with a rough tug.
As if reading her mind, his eyes narrowed, their steel-grey intensity sending a shiver down her spine. “The next words out of your mouth better not be panties,” he warned, his voice gravelly, carrying the faintest hint of amusement.
“Or what?” she challenged, her pulse quickening as the scent of their mingled arousal filled her nostrils. At this point, she was ready for him to teach her and her throbbing pussy a lesson.
Aldrich chuckled, the sound rich and deep.
“I have plans, stop rushing me,” he said, his hand moving to cup her breast, his calloused palm a stark contrast to the soft, heated skin of her body.
He teased her nipples with alternating nips, each one sending sparks of pleasure down to her core, followed by the wet suction of his mouth that made her whimper and squirm beneath him.
Then he shifted his attention to the other breast, his tongue circling her sensitive peak until she was sopping wet, her arousal pooling between her thighs, begging for him to fill her.
The sweet torture seemed endless, and what she wanted—what she craved—was to come undone all over his thick, hard dick.
“Come on, DH,” she pleaded, the words spilling out in a breathy whisper as she arched into his touch, her skin flushed and sensitive under the warm glow of the room’s lighting.
Popping her nipple out of his mouth, he didn’t pretend not to know what she meant. “This feels an awful lot like rushing to me,” he teased, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked at her with a mix of hunger and mischief.
“Don’t overplay your hand,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him, the faint taste of his skin still on her lips from where she’d bitten her own in frustration.
“Let’s get you out of that robe,” he said, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric, the whisper of silk sliding off her shoulders feeling like a caress in itself.
“Get on all fours,” he ordered, all traces of teasing gone, replaced by a commanding edge that made her stomach clench with anticipation.
His teasing had affected him too; the head of his dick was slick with need, a droplet of precum glistening in the low light, tempting her with the promise of what was to come.
Sorinah smirked before complying, the firm mattress under her knees as she positioned herself.
The air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening her awareness of how open and vulnerable she was.
She parted her legs wider, her wetness evident, the soft sounds of her arousal mingling with the quiet tension in the room.
“Fuck, your pussy looks sweet,” he said, his accent thickening, the low timbre of his voice sending another wave of heat through her.
He ran his finger through her slit, starting from her hardened clit. The slight pressure made her gasp as pleasure shot through her like lightning and continued back until he paused.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and delight. “What do we have here?”
His finger traced the edge of the butt plug, a secret she’d kept just for him.
“Have you had this in there the entire time?” he asked, his tone both amused and impressed, as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her skin.
“Ah huh.” She nodded, though he likely couldn’t see the subtle movement.
His voice deepened as he turned the plug, his tone laced with command. “Tell me, does it feel good, Kitten?”
“Mm,” she moaned, the sensation of him slowly dragging the plug out and twisting it back in sending shivers through her, a delicious tension building low in her belly.
She arched her back instinctively, her breath quickening as the sensation grew, her fingers gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Sorinah glanced over her shoulder, watching as he reached for a gold-wrapped package. A whimper escaped her lips as he pulled the plug until only the tip remained. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as she hissed, watching as he covered his dick with the condom.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad tip stretching her as he moved inside, while he also pushed the plug deeper, the combined sensations causing her to clench around him.
“Fuck,” she purred, her eyes rolling back as the fullness overwhelmed her.
But that was nothing compared to the overstimulation Aldrich subjected her to next.
Their mingled sounds of pleasure formed a wild symphony, their bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm.
He synchronized the strokes of his cock with the movements of the butt plug, his filthy words of encouragement heightening her arousal.
Her core was drenched, her release building from the very soles of her feet.
“You’re so tight,” he grunted, slamming into her with a grip on her hip so tight it bordered on possessive.
Sorinah panted, struggling to hold back the wave of her impending orgasm. The stroke of his fingers down her spine shattered her control. She came undone around him, trembling and shaking as her release washed over her. “Yes,” she purred in satisfaction.
“Shit, that feels good,” he praised, his voice rough.
Before she could process the moment, he withdrew from her, leaving her walls empty and aching.
“DH?” she called out, feeling the sudden absence of his presence within her.
The sudden warmth spread across her ass, lower back, and the backs of her legs in a searing splash, his grunt of, “God, so fucking hot,” echoing in the charged air.
She had never felt anything so intense, so unexpectedly satisfying—it was exactly what she craved.