Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
DK
The master suite is as impressive as the rest of the house.
Like something out of Architectural Digest. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the lake, and the decor has Neo’s influence: a king bed draped in deep purple linen sits like an altar in the center of the room, while the large mirror above the dresser watches like a silent witness.
I drop the bags and turn to Luna. I lose whatever I planned to say when she pounces, stripping away the easy vibe with something raw. Luna’s hands shove beneath my shirt, tracing my ribs and squeezing my sides.
“Mmm,” she vibrates against my collarbone. “Dinner can wait.”
“No argument there.” I catch the curve of her waist, kissing her with the kind of white-hot need that makes my head spin.
She responds with equal fervor, her fingers fumbling open the four buttons of my shirt. I break the kiss to shrug it off and fold the garment on the dresser—a reflex from a life of order—ridiculous under the circumstances, but Luna’s response tells me she doesn’t mind the quirk.
“You’re such a good Boy Scout,” she teases.
“I’m not feeling particularly ‘good’ right now.” I reach for the side tie of her dress, and with one tug, the fabric vanishes.
My pulse hammers in my ears. She’s a vision in nude mesh. Beneath the glow of the chandelier, her luscious cleavage spills over sheer cups, the embroidered triangle is nestled between her plush thighs, and her soft belly drapes along the scalloped waistband.
“Damn, Luna. You trying to kill me.”
“You like Curvafy?” Her fingers trace the plunge neckline, setting my blood on fire.
“If that’s the name of the brand, I’m their biggest fan.”
I push her against the wall, and don’t just fill my hands with her heavy breasts—I claim them.
My fingers dig into the soft mounds with a firm, possessive squeeze that makes her gasp.
I remember the perfect weight of them and this part…
my thumbs rake over nipples that are already dark, straining points.
“They’re so sensitive,” I murmur, adding a little more pressure, pinching them between my fingers.
“Harder,” she moans.
The raw need in her voice scorches my veins.
This is her language. The rough breast play that I only got to sample last time.
I gladly oblige, using the edge of my teeth to scrape over one hard tip through the thin material.
The sharp dart of pain sends her fingers into my hair.
I soothe the sting with my tongue, watching it poke against the damp spot.
“Take it off.”
She reaches behind her to undo the clasp and lets the bra drop.
I can’t stop staring at her, flushed and gorgeous, glistening under the light.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her in for a long, deep kiss.
Her tongue swirls against mine, then she sucks my bottom lip before sliding her mouth down my jawline, my neck, nipping my pec, and moving lower.
Her lips trace my stomach as she works open my fly.
Then stealing my breath, she sinks to her knees and takes the head of my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck…” I tug the tie out of her hair and plunge my hand into the mass of curls. It’s erotic as hell, her going down on me—the hot suction of her mouth, the tease of her tongue. The way her cheeks hollow, and the sounds she makes when I pull her hair tighter.
I flatten my other palm against the wall, bracing myself as I fuck into her mouth. She moans with each thrust, her nails digging into my straining thighs, her head bobbing faster, stroking my body into a firestorm.
Tension builds along my spine, the roll of release building too fast. When she swallows me deep enough for me to feel the reflexive gag at the back of her throat, that does it. I won’t last another second. I pull her off with a wet pop and bring Luna to her feet.
She licks her lips like a little minx, fraying the thin line of my restraint. “I wanted you to come down my throat.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is trying to end me.
“I was about to,” I rasp, kissing her again, tasting myself on her tongue. “But then I’d be out for the count, and I want to be inside you when I come.”
“That works for me.” She grins, wrapping her hand around my shaft. “You’re more than enough, but are toys okay?”
I breathe through the squeeze of her fist. “I’m down for anything that gives you pleasure.”
“Good.” She nips my chin before wiggling away to grab a velvet pouch from her bag. She pulls out a tube of lubricant and a silicone vibrator with two beads. “I want you to fill me with your dick while these are inside me.”
A fresh surge of heat makes me throb. I take the beads from her, feeling their rounded weight and smoothness. “Get on the bed.”
I watch her crawl onto the purple linen. The sight of her on all fours, her dimpled ass framed by the string of her thong, is a test of my sanity. I set my glasses on the side table—I don’t need them for close-up, and that’s where I plan to be.
Leaning over, I nibble a soft cheek. Soft little pulls.
“Yes,” she moans, bringing out my baser instincts.
I squeeze the flesh and sink my teeth in for a deeper bite.
“DK,” she shrieks and bucks into my touch. I calm the skin with my lips and push the swatch of her thong aside, pressing my mouth to her core. She’s dripping.
I lick her from behind, sliding my tongue in and out of her.
She creams harder, her ass riding my face, her pussy riding my tongue.
Feeling her close, I pull out, rid her of her panties, and lift the beads off the bed.
She’s slick and ready, but I still add a drop of lube over the widest bead.
I turn it on to a low, deep thrum and test the setting against her entrance.
“How’s that, Luna?”
“Soo good,” she moans, her head falling back.
I slowly insert the first weighted bead.
“Oh, God, DK.” She claws at the linen.
When they’re all the way in except for the retrieval cord, I strip off my clothes and move back to the bed with a condom.
“Turn over.” I want to see her face.
She rolls onto her back, stretching out on the bed with her legs parted, and props herself up on her elbows to watch me. She looks like a Nubian goddess. Her hair a tangled halo of curls, her eyes glazed with arousal. A lazy grin curves up her gorgeous mouth as the beads buzz inside her.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
“You bringing that stallion over here or what?” she teases.
I can barely stand, I’m so hard, never mind laugh. That’s what Luna does to me. She brings out the emotion, the joy, the pleasure that I’d been missing until her.
I climb onto the bed and lay beside her, my kiss melting away her smile.
I run my hand over her curves. She’s so soft and warm.
I rub her breasts with a firm, kneading rhythm, using the heels of my hands to crush them together, then catch her nipples between my fingers.
I tug and twist with a steady, relentless pressure.
I can feel her muscles tensing, clenching down on the beads.
“DK,” she moans, reaching for me, trying to bring me to her level, but I catch her wrist.
“Uh-uh,” I murmur. “Just feel this.”
I roll my tongue around her pert nipple, tasting the sweetness of her skin, then suck hard—a deep, vacuum-pull that draws her soul into my mouth. She arches her back, thrusting upward, her heart slamming against my mouth.
“DK... please.”
“Tell me how you want it.” I force the question past the tightness in my throat.
“I want you to nail me to the bed with your big, sexy body and fuck me so hard I’ll see stars.”
Christ. Her words slam into me. I yank her lower onto the bed, then move on top of her, pinning her down, bracketing her arms with my biceps. Pressing them against her sides, essentially caging her with my full weight. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She moans, the features in her beautiful face pulled tight with lust. “I want you. All of you.”
“Luna,” I grit out her name before I thrust into her with one driving plunge.
She gasps and sinks her teeth into my pectoral muscle as I withdraw from base to crown and drive back in. Our hard breaths merge in the air like steam.
“Christ, I love fucking you,” I rasp, feeling the vibration of the toy and the pulse of her inner muscles. “You’re sucking on my dick with your tight pussy.”
Her moans catch in her throat.
“Is this what you wanted, Mnandi? Held down, taking it all?”
“God, yes,” she sobs.
Each thrust is a marking. It’s like I’m tattooing myself inside her body. Her mind. Her heart. I want to claim it all.
I grind my hips, rubbing my chest against hers, abrading her nipples.
I thrust again, then, releasing her arms, I reach for the headboard, my fingers gripping the posts as I pound even harder.
The pace is relentless, a rapid-fire rhythm that makes the bed creak.
I roll my hips, powering into her, feeling her milk me as I fill her up.
She shrieks, grabbing my ass, her fingers sinking into the meat of my cheeks, urging me on.
My hips piston in a relentless tempo, nailing her into the mattress.
I feel her right on the cusp. Milking me with those hot, clinging pulses.
Her body strains for it. Her moans are honey-thick.
I pump several more times to get her right there.
Sweat rolls down my spine, and on the next thrust, she comes.
Her cries fill the room as violent shudders course through her, clamping around me and the beads with equal ferocity.
I let go. A powerful explosion that blurs my mind and leaves me wiped and boneless.
My world narrows down to just smoke and the exquisite feel of Luna trembling beneath me.
Her mouth bats against my throat, her teeth edge the skin.
I slide down her body, tossing her legs over my shoulders. The pink slickness and scent of her fills my head. I flick my tongue over her clit, circling my tongue around the hood. She grabs her breasts, squeezing them, plucking her nipples, making me want her all over again.
“DK,” she moans, rocking into the sensations, almost there.
“Come again for me, Luna.” I reach for the cord. “Soak my beard.”
“Oh my God,” she moans as I pull slowly, letting each bead roll against the grip of her muscles, while my tongue circles her clit. In the next breath, her scream shatters the stillness of the lake house, her body racking with thready sobs and hard spasms that I felt right down to my bones.
I bury my face in her pussy and bathe in every drop.
When she’s sliding down on the other side, I click off the vibrator and lift my head.
Luna’s eyes have that glassy haze, and her body is damp and still trembling with the aftershocks.
She opens her arms, and I move into them, my cheek resting on the warm cushion of her breasts.
Her hands slide over my back, slow and soothing.
“Wow.” She sighs, and I hear the smile behind it. “That’s all I got.”
“Yeah,” I murmur against her skin, too depleted to form a coherent thought.
For a long time, we just lie there. My eyes closed, breathing her in—hot sex and flowers. But as the high begins to fade, the shadow of D.C. creeps in. I know I have to tell her. But not now. I don’t want that here. I don’t want anything piercing our intimate bubble.
“DK?”
“Hm?”
She lightly traces the curve of my bicep. “Was that too much?”
“What?”
“My desire. Me.”
“No.” I look up at her, seeing a flicker of uncertainty peeking through the dark of her eyes. “Why would you think that?”
She gives a small, self-conscious shrug. “I’ve been told I was.”
Hollis. The thought of her ex making her feel “wrong” for her desires hits like an iron rod in my chest.
“There’s no shame here,” I say, cupping the side of her neck, my thumb stroking the quick pulse.
“I’m not threatened by you owning your pleasure.
And I for damn sure don’t think you’re too much of anything.
” I hold her gaze as the setting sun presses against the windows.
“Take control when you want it. Give it up to me when you don’t. I’ve got you either way.”
“I’ve never had that kind of freedom,” she says, a spark of mischief returning to her eyes. “I brought more toys.”
“More?” I run my hand over her hip, giving it a squeeze. “I should have doubled up on my vitamins.”
She laughs, warm and unguarded. “I have faith in your stamina.”
We stay there, tangled up in the linens. Another link forged in the chain, another layer of trust added.
Eventually, we make it to the shower, but the kissing and touching with the water slicking our skin only starts the fire all over again.
I let D.C. wait.
Just for tonight.
To let us have this.