Prologue #3
As he controlled my mouth, his tongue becoming a lethal weapon, I ripped at his shirt so that I could slide my hands underneath. Oh, my goodness, his skin was on fire, scalding my fingertips. We were both making primal sounds, growls and grunts that would match any predator in the wild.
He ran his hand down my side, tickling my breast before moving to my thigh. When he curled the material in his hand, I parted my legs. Eager.
Willing.
Demanding. Who was I kidding? I was yearning to be touched by someone who felt the same. The kind of burning desire that refused to let go.
The kiss was phenomenal and the feel of his long, thick fingers as he brushed them toward my soaked panties kept the electric sensations dancing all the way to my toes.
There was nothing romantic about the dark passion shared, neither one of us needing much foreplay.
This was about fulfilling a need refusing to be denied.
I ripped at his belt while his mouth consumed mine.
While we were in the dark, away from the shimmering lights and candles, I felt a sense of excitement from someone possibly witnessing our filthy act.
His fingers toyed with me, the tips rubbing the smooth crease near the thin elastic.
But just as I unzipped his trousers, I sensed he was about to lose control.
Sweet Lord, the moment I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, shock tore through me.
He was freaking huge, so much so my thumb barely met my middle finger.
That was the moment he chose to slide his fingers under the thin elastic. He flicked his fingers across my clit, pinching once before driving them past my swollen folds.
I pushed his chest involuntarily from the wild moment of shock. Our lips parted, my gasp settling into the air around us, lingering along with his low-slung growls and my scattered moans.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “So wet.” With his fingers spread wide open, he plunged them deeper inside, pumping several times as I stroked the base of his cock.
“Please. Just fuck me. I need you inside.”
“My pleasure.” He pushed me against the wall, yanking one leg around his thigh then the other. I clamped my feet together as he yanked my thong to the side.
I clawed his shoulders, using them like a lifeline when he pressed the tip against my pussy lips.
This wasn’t about teasing the other. He thrust the entire length of his cock deep into my aching pussy. Before I could scream, he captured my mouth all over again, swallowing the sound.
My muscles stretched, the immediate ache incredible. When he sensed I’d regained control, he pulled our lips free, laughing softly as he did.
“You feel so good, sweet beauty.”
For a man I didn’t know, he had a way of making me feel as if I was the most important person in his life. He pulled out, driving into me again, the force slamming me against the wall. I laughed in response, squeezing both my thighs against him and my pussy muscles around him.
With only a hint of moonlight providing any light, we stared into each other’s eyes as he fucked me. I’d never been so wet, so hot that beads of perspiration tickled my upper lip. He was that powerful, so dominating that I felt like I was freefalling.
His strokes became harder. Faster. More intense. We were both breathless, the cool air incapable of keeping us from overheating. That didn’t stop him. Every plunge pushed me closer to a level of ecstasy I’d never experienced.
All because a stranger who didn’t know anything about me could provide more pleasure than any man had attempted. With every sound, the strong sweep of adrenaline and the feeling of floating intensified.
His body tensed much like mine, his control slipping. He was so powerful, a man who enjoyed taking what he wanted. There was no way for him to know that he was fulfilling my greatest fantasy of being taken roughly by a mysterious man. A man I’d never see again.
That’s why I felt so free.
He shifted his angle, piercing me deeper than I’d known possible. “Come for me,” he commanded, the deep baritone penetrating.
With his actions even faster, I didn’t bother trying to hold back. In that moment while under a bank of twinkling stars, holiday music creating an enchanting atmosphere and the weight of the world pushed aside, I allowed my fantasy to come true.
As a powerful climax rolled through me, I cinched my eyes shut, half laughing from the sheer joy. All while he erupted deep inside.
We clung to each other as we both fell back to Earth, scattered breathing all we could accomplish. When a few minutes had passed, he allowed my legs to fall and took a step away.
Such a gentleman to turn away, allowing me to try to make myself more presentable.
There was no conversation about having a drink together or seeing each other again. The intimate moment had been special and would stay on this balcony as well as buried in the darkest recesses of my mind where it belonged.
After another kiss to his soft lips, I moved away, heading toward the door I’d walked out of. My curiosity made me stop, half turning. “What did you say to that man who accosted me?”
His chuckle was laced with the type of darkness that created a wave of shivers. “That if he ever dared touch you again, he would die.”