by Leslie North
“God, Daniel,” she breathed. Her head spun. Maybe they shouldn’t continue. She might actually have a heart attack from how much she wanted it. “Why are you so fucking sexy?”
“I’ve been asking myself the same question about you,” he said, sinking his teeth into her neck. A low moan escaped her. He lowered her to the bed. “This dress needs to come off. Immediately.”
She giggled, hurrying to find the secret zipper along the side. Once she did, Daniel took over, unzipping the length of it so that she could sidle out of it, heels popping off too. Once she was left in her panties and bra, Daniel dove down, sinking his teeth into the swell of her lower belly.
“God, I want to eat you,” he growled into her stomach. She giggled, running her hands through his dark blond hair.
“Feel free,” she said.
He growled again, his lips skipping a damp trail to her panty line. “And I want to eat you out.”
Realization shivered through her, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Could a man as sexy as Daniel truly want to service her first? Part of her had wondered if he would be a selfish lover. A man in the ‘in and out and done’ club.
But as he tugged her panties down over her hips and then flung them across the room, she realized he was serious. Like really serious.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment,” Daniel confessed, looking up at her with blazing heat in his ice-blue eyes. His big palms slowly spread her legs, and his gaze scorched across her most intimate parts. “All throughout dinner, all I could think about was what it would feel like if I slipped a finger into your panties.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. This was too much. The idea that he wanted to imagine sex, much less oral sex, with her? Mind. Blown. Possibly forever.
“I—” She fought to corral her thoughts. “You—”
“Can I?” he asked, pressing lazy kisses along her inner thigh.
All the air whooshed out of her at once. “Of course you can!”
Daniel surged forward, kissing the top of her mons before his thumb found the stiff peak of her clit. His tongue made long, lazy swipes at her then, licking and prodding and exploring her folds like she was the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted. Her entire body went taut. Disbelief mingled with mind-blowing pleasure. God, the man knew what he was doing down there. He knew exactly the pressure to use, and when he slipped in his middle finger, and then another finger, her entire body released the tension that she’d been keeping in her muscles, and she melted into the bed in a languid puddle.
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned.
Daniel slurped at her, his fingers making a slick, juicy noise as he eased them in and out of her, in and out. He was restraining his urgency, she could tell. But maybe not completely. Because when she finally remembered how to open her eyes, she caught him fisting himself. And if there was a sight sexier than that, she didn’t know what it might be.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, falling back onto the bed. Her hips bucked and Daniel doubled down, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit as he pinned her to the bed. She whimpered then, feeling the tight prickles of her orgasm building. She wanted him inside her. She’d never wanted a man inside her more. Daniel dragged his teeth over her clit one last time, and when he curled his fingers deep inside her, the fireworks went off.
Heat filled her body, from head to toe, and everything went bright behind her eyelids. She clutched at Daniel’s hair, writhing and wriggling beneath him as he continued to service her pussy until the pleasure was almost too much.
“Daniel! Ohhhh my God, Daniel!” She lost count of how many times she said his name. Maybe a million. Every cell of her body was singing his praises as he finally pulled away from her, his mouth shiny and smiling.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. As he stood, his cock came into full view. Bobbing heavily, far fatter than she’d dared imagine, and framed by a tight dark blond patch of hair. She reached for it instinctively, knowing that she needed it. Needed him.
“Hang tight, princess,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants first, and then his boxer briefs.
A weak laugh escaped her. “Princess?”
A devilish grin crossed his lips as he made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “Oh yeah. You’re definitely a princess.”
It was too absurd. Never in her life had she ever been anything remotely close to a princess. More like a peasant, really. “In what kingdom?”
“The badass punk pixie karate kingdom, obviously,” Daniel said, tossing his shirt. Now he was fully naked in front of her, and what a sight to behold. He was a wonderland of man beneath those finely tailored clothes—rippling muscles, perfect six pack, thighs that looked strong enough to carry her weight in his arms for the rest of their lives if they chose to.
“Almost forgot,” he said, suddenly reaching for his pants. As he fished something out of his pocket, he said, “Your gorgeous body makes it hard to focus.”
“Excuse me? You win the gorgeous body award over here.”
“Oh no. I’m an honorable mention. You are the trophy holder.” His tongue poked out from between his lips as he opened a condom and slid it over his long dick. When he tossed the package, she noticed it read XL.
“You also apparently win an award for something else,” she teased as he covered her body with his. “Largest cock award? I’m sorry, Daniel, I just don’t think your massive dick is going to fit.”
His low, throaty chuckle sent lust rocketing through her. He coaxed a lazy, sexy kiss from her lips and then said, “How about we try anyway?”
He urged her legs open, his hips settling into place so that his thick cockhead immediately nudged her sopping wet entrance. She’d never been this turned on before, and never this wet. But then she supposed she’d never actually had a man eat her out successfully before, so of course Daniel would win that award too.
Daniel’s lips found hers in a fiery, impassioned kiss. He rocked his hips, easing the bulbous tip of his cockhead inside her pussy. She gasped as she felt herself stretching around him.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, eyes hooded. “Even if it kills me.”
She laughed throatily. “Impatient Daniel, more like.”
“You have no idea how fucking incredible you feel,” he said through gritted teeth. He eased himself in another inch, a groan rolling past his lips. “Fuck, Jackie.”
It felt like heaven on her end. And okay, so it did fit. As he eased himself in, inch by languorous inch, more and more of her body went tingling and wild. Like her entire network of innards had short-circuited. She wasn’t sure if she was breathing, or if her heart was beating, or if she remembered what her name was. When Daniel sank deeper, claiming the last inch of her, she felt like she’d reached some sort of pinnacle of human experience.
This was it. Top level achieved. She could die happy now. Sex sure as hell had never felt like this before.
Daniel grunted, pausing there, buried to the hilt inside her. “You are heaven.”
“Stop,” she chided, but she couldn’t help agreeing. This was heavenly. And maybe they really were heaven, for each other.
Daniel drew a fortifying breath and then eased himself out of her. When he sank back in again, another moan ripped out of him.
“See?” he said, his voice gritty. “Fits just fine.”
She whimpered as he pulled out and then sank back into her. She clawed at his back, needing infinite levels of this sensation. Not just the closeness, but the heat of him. The sandalwood musk of his body, pinning her, filling her, making her feel blissfully perfect for this brief interlude.
“Oh, my Goood,” she moaned into his shoulder, feeling the hot churn of pleasure beginning its tempestuous swirl in her core once more. She clamped her thighs around him, clinging to him like he was the last life raft in the ocean. “Please, Daniel. More. I need more.”
He raked his heated gaze over her. Sweat shone at his temples as a devilish s
mirk crossed his face. “Yes, my princess. Whatever you need.”
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she wasn’t sure why. Something hot and sweet coursed through her, but she was hesitant to focus on the feeling or to try to identify it. She just wanted to focus on this. The most unexpectedly explosive sexual encounter of her life.
Daniel pumped into her harder, more forcefully, so hard that her breasts jiggled each time he buried himself inside of her. The pleasure built steadily again until the cork popped and she was clawing at his chest, eyes pinched shut and screaming his name as another orgasm raked over her.
And this time, she was left exhausted and breathless. Daniel shouted gruffly, stilling inside her as he reached his own climax, his blue eyes burning a hole into her heart. When the air cleared and they were left panting and staring at each other, Daniel was the first to speak.
“Holy shit,” he said weakly. But he still didn’t pull out of her. And really, she liked that.
She swallowed, her entire mouth dry. “What the hell?”
He laughed. “I hope that’s a good ‘what the hell.’”
“It’s a life-changing what the hell,” she clarified, unable to muster the energy to feel embarrassed.
Daniel smiled, lowering to press his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss.
“Agreed,” he said, and then with an evil glint in his eye, he added, “Princess.”
9
Daniel existed in some other universe after that orgasm.
He’d been with plenty of women in his life, but he’d never been with anyone like Jackie.
That fact was proving itself over and over again. It was like everywhere he turned now, everything that showed up in his life, was there to remind him how great Jackie was. How special she’d become to him. How much he wanted to dive even deeper into her.
They lay on the bed in blissful silence for a long time, occasionally laughing or swatting at each other. The only time either of them moved was for Daniel to toss the spent condom, and Jackie to eventually get up to pee.
Once the afterglow had worn off and Daniel felt like he could think clearly again, a question slipped out that had been rattling through his head all evening.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the foster system?” The question leapt past his lips before he could think better of it. She glanced at him, a brow lifted.
“That’s some interesting post-coital pillow talk.”
He rubbed at his face. “Sorry. I’m curious. You don’t have to go there if you don’t want to.”
Jackie rolled onto her side, dragging a fingertip across his chest like she was tracing an invisible map. “It’s okay. I don’t usually bring it up. And, well, considering we’re basically strangers…it’s not like we’ve had a ton of time to talk about the fact that I’m an orphan.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is.”
“How did it happen?”
Jackie gnawed on her bottom lip, her finger trail pausing momentarily. “I don’t remember it. I’m told my mom dropped me off at fire station when I was three.”
Hurt slashed through him. He turned to look at her, and found an oddly stoic expression on her face. “At age three? Do you know anything about why she had to do it?”
Jackie shook her head. “I have no idea who she is…or was. Or why. Or any of it.” She lobbed a sigh. “Trust me, I’ve wrestled with this my whole life. Anyway, I was put in the foster system and that was where I stayed. I never got adopted. I had a few good families, a couple great ones, and several really bad ones. But that’s what made me the punk pixie princess you insist on calling me.”
He smiled, but it faded quickly. He couldn’t even imagine what her childhood must have been like. The pain, or the wondering, or the questions, and the rage. He scooped his arm underneath her, bringing her crashing into him for a hug.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” she said, mouth smashed into his side.
“I know. But I’m still sorry. Is that why you’re trying to become a social worker?”
She nodded, cuddling up to him. Even though their skin was sticky with cooled sweat, he didn’t mind the feel of her pressed up to him. In fact, he wished they could never move from this spot.
“Yep. If I can survive a childhood like I had, I want to help other kids make a go of it too. I just want to help people. That’s the only way any of us can make it through life, you know? Helping each other out. It’s all I have to give. And I’m going to give it.”
Daniel pressed a kiss to the top of her head. If he’d been enamored by her before, now he was practically head over heels.
“But hey, that’s enough about my tragic childhood,” Jackie cracked. “Let’s hear about yours!”
Daniel chuckled, tightening his grip around her. “I wouldn’t call it tragic. Just…lonely.”
“That can be tragic in its own way. And something I definitely relate to,” Jackie said.
“My dad is kind of obsessive about work, and winning. And, well, it got in the way of a lot growing up. It’s why we could never have a dog. He said pets, and friends for that matter, were unimportant.”
“Ouch,” Jackie said. “I’d argue they’re what makes life worth living.”
Daniel sighed, feeling the familiar pangs of frustration return to him. He’d been having this battle with his father all his life. “Yeah. When my mom passed, my dad about blacklisted me from the company because I chose to fly home for the funeral instead of staying in England to close a deal I’d been working on.”
Jackie gasped, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Oh, my God.”
“I try to accept him for who he is. And honestly, I try to see him more as a business partner than my father. It’s not great, but it’s what it is.”
Jackie nodded, humming her agreement. “Yeah. Sometimes, your deepest suffering comes from trying to change things, instead of just accepting them as they are. It’s taken me my whole life to really understand that.”
“You’re wise beyond your years,” Daniel murmured into the top of her head. The floral scent of her made his head spin, especially when combined with the mind-blowing sex and the sweet intimacy of simply being here in bed with her. “I still don’t think I fully understand that.”
She grinned up at him. “Then maybe it’s a good thing you walked in on me using your bathtub, huh?”
Warmth spread through him. There was something so beautifully innocent in her words. All he could do was get lost in her gaze and snag her lips in another kiss.
“I think coming home early from Seoul had a few benefits,” Daniel teased, smoothing his lips along her jawline. She shifted against him, pressing her thigh between his legs. His cock rose to life again, swelling until it pressed against her low belly.
She inhaled sharply, lifting a brow. “Is that…?”
“Yes, it is.” He couldn’t stop the mischievous grin. “He just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget about him.”
Jackie threw her head back in delight. “How could I? I won’t forget for the rest of my life.”
He buried his lips in the hollow of her neck, like he might be able to hide the smile that betrayed how much her comment warmed him.
“Was it that huge?” he murmured, gently easing her on to her back. Her smile widened as he covered her body with his.
She giggled, her thighs splaying open as he wriggled into place between her legs. When her ankles hooked behind his back, he realized that he needed her again. Now.
“What do you say we go for round two, princess?” His flexed his hips, his cock skimming her juicy folds. Now this, right here—this was the type of situation he wouldn’t mind finding himself in a lot more often.
When Jackie was beneath him, in his arms, looking at him like he was the most fascinating, intriguing thing in the entire world? She made him forget about the work stress. About the fact that his email had probably already ticked up to the hundreds in unread messages, ev
en in just the small handful of hours he’d spent away. She made him want to stay right here—diving deeper into whatever this was.
Jackie pulled him into her for a sloppy kiss that tasted like she wanted it just as much as she did. When they broke apart, he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered.
“It’s a fuck yes,” she clarified.
Daniel pushed off the bed, hunting for his jeans once more. He fished a second condom out, tearing the package open with his teeth. Thank God Blake had sent him with an extra “just in case” condom. Daniel had almost implored him not to. Hell, he hadn’t thought he’d get to first base with Jackie, much less this astounding double home run.
“How many did he send you with?” Jackie asked, pushing up onto her elbows.
“Why, how many rounds were you planning?” Daniel smirked, rolling the condom down the length of his dick before he sat on the edge of the bed. “I only got two. Which means I’m making an emergency call after this. Come here.”
He beckoned for her to sit on top of him. Jackie giggled as she slid onto his lap, straddling him, her perky breasts brushing his chest.
“I want you right here.” He guided her legs behind him, grunting as the soft, velvety folds of her pussy settled on top of his straining cock. “Now that you survived round one, we can move into this position.”
“Oh lord. You might impale me,” she teased, her breath hitching as he hoisted her by the ass cheeks, settling her into place.
“No impaling. Just pure pleasure.” His cockhead slipped into place, right into the core of her. She whimpered, fingernails digging into the ridge of his shoulder as he helped ease her down, ever so slowly.
“Ohhh my God,” she moaned, head lolling backwards.
“Mm-hmm.” He scraped his teeth along her collarbone, loving the view of her from this angle. “That’s why we needed the warm-up first.”
