Wicked Temptation

by Linda Verji

  Danny had to close his eyes and take a deep breath before he continued, "No one can guarantee forever. But that doesn't mean that I won't try damn hard to give it to you. I want you in my life, Misha. Not just as my friend. But as my lover, my-"

  He stopped speaking afraid that he'd scare her with how far he was willing to go for her. But he still needed to know that she believed him. Only she still wasn't looking at him. He knew one way to get her attention. He smoothed one hand up her back and to her neck. With one flick, he unsnapped the clasp at her nape.

  "Danny!" Misha shrieked, as her free hand flew to cover her released breasts and her shocked gaze flew to his.

  He wanted her to look at him. Now she was looking at him. But Danny had underestimated the effect of his actions. Without the support of that clasp, her tits surged free from the fabric holding them. Her hand was no barrier; they were too big, too magnificent for her to hide for his gaze.

  "Danny?" Misha's husky call drew his gaze from its lascivious perusal of her bounty and back to her face. Apparently she was just as affected by him. Her stare was hooded and focused on him, then she lowered it to his mouth - and moistened her own lips.

  Whatever more he wanted to say evaporated like chaff in wind. In place of it was the resounding thought that he had to taste her. Now.

  And so he did.

  CHAPTER 23

  As soon as he crushed his mouth to hers, Misha was lost.

  One second she was desperately rifling through her thoughts for a reason that didn't sound quite as mad as 'you'll die if you fall in love with me', and the next she was grappling with desire beyond measure. Danny cupped her neck, twining his fingers through her wet hair as he tempted her with his mouth.

  His lips were soft and alive, and the faint hint of mint in his breath sexier than she expected. He kissed her coaxingly, temptingly; stoked the flame that never seemed to wane between them and fanned it into a roaring inferno. Her protests withered under the heat of that fire and any thoughts of retreat were swept away by the current of his expert seduction.

  Eager to be as close to him as possible she looped both her arms around his shoulders. She mashed her breasts against his chest, tightened the grip of her thighs around his flanks and ground her already pulsating pussy into the swollen length between her legs. Aaah. Her moans of pleasure mingled with his low growl of desire as his hold on her neck and ass strengthened and his kiss grew bolder.

  He kissed her hard.

  He kissed her deep.

  She parted her lips in helpless surrender, and he pressed in relentlessly determined to siphon her heart with his lips. His mouth was warm and wet, his kisses slow and sensual. With his tongue he probed between her lips searching for her fears then soothed them away with gentle, seductive flicks and suckles. By the time he unsnapped the back clasp of her halter-top bra, she had no more fight left.

  "Nooo," she whimpered when he broke their kiss.

  "I want to see," he muttered roughly, his eyes wild with unfettered desire.

  See what? She found out seconds later when he separated their upper bodies, pulled the fabric between them and bared her breasts. His eyes flashed at the revealed mounds, never wavered from her swollen flesh even as he tossed her top behind him to float in the water. That intense gaze was enough to ignite the self-consciousness she always felt about not being quite as perky as other women. She lowered her arms from his neck to shield herself from his scrutiny.

  He pulled gently at her wrist and ordered, "Don't."

  What was a woman to do with an order like that? She set her arms back on his shoulder and let him look his fill. She may've been reticent, but her nipples had no such compulsion. The deep brown tips puckered up with excitement, begging to be suckled, to be touched.

  "Your tits are incredible." His rasped desire-ridden words cut between them as his hand moved to cup one breast.

  "Oooh." His touch drew a throaty moan from her, fired her passion to new heights. But it was when he began to knead her voluptuous flesh that she began to burn.

  Kneading, caressing, molding.

  She was on fire. She was dying. She'd never been so alive.

  "Yesss," she hissed and arched into the strength of his touch as heat pooled between her thighs. He lavished his attention fairly between both mounds, tweaked the tips then soothed them with expert strokes. Reckless passion curled in the pit of her belly at his bold caresses.

  In that moment everything felt so simple. There was him, there was her, and there was the lust burning between them. So why not surrender to it? They wanted each other. Why not take?

  She lowered her hand between them and closed her fingers around him.

  "Fuck!" His sharp inhalation of breath reverberated between them as his caresses on her breasts stilled. Misha didn't know how much she'd been yearning to touch him until she had him in her hand.

  Thick. Straining. Aroused.

  Even with the water swirling around them and his swim shorts between her touch and the thick ridge of male flesh, the heat of him was apparent. His rampant arousal grew as she shaped him, inching her hand up, down, over and around him.

  "You're playing with fire." His gruff growl drew her eyes upwards to his. In his untamed gaze she saw the desire racking through her own body reflected. And it spurred her on.

  Keeping her gaze glued to his as she massaged him, she smiled. "I like fire."

  "Not fire like this." He leaned forward, pushing his swollen length harder into her hand and pressing his lips to her ear. His voice lowered, deepened; dark sensuality dripping out of each word, he threatened, "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you deep. I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to beg me to stop. I won't."

  His wicked words sent an excited thrill through her and set her pulse racing. But her grip on him didn't ease. Stroking him slowly, she whispered in his ear. "I won't."

  "You won't what?" he asked as his hand resumed its torturous movements over her breasts.

  Her hand's rhythm on his cock never wavered as she flicked her tongue over his earlobe. "I won't beg you to stop."

  He stilled beneath her provocative words and touch. Anticipation coiled tight in her as she waited to see what he'd do.

  "Oooh," she squealed when he lifted her out of the water. One minute she was teasing him, the next she was half out of the water with her breast in his mouth and his hands gripping her buttocks.

  "Aiiish." The feel of his mouth on her sensitive nub was indescribable, unexplainable, unimaginable. She sunk her hand into his thick hair and clenched her thighs around his torso as heat streaked through her with the intensity of needles pricking into her skin. The flicks of his tongue across her rigid nipple fired her up. Each suckle, nip and stroke sucked the air out of her lungs and left her breathless.

  "Daaanny." Her teeth bit into her lower lip as he plundered her body. He bit her nipple, soothed it with his tongue, moved to the other breast and repeated the process. On and on the torture persisted.

  He didn't let up even as he walked them to shallower waters and set her on the pool's deck with her knees at his waist level. Cold, hard concrete met her clothed ass and dug into her thighs. But even that cold warmed under the Danny's practiced mouth. Misha was so lost in sensation she hardly felt his grip on the band of her swimsuit bottoms.

  "Up." His order dragged her out of her sensual haze enough for her to clench her thighs around him and lift slightly so he could drag the fabric down her ass. Heart racing, she lowered back onto the concrete as he whipped the fabric down her thighs then threw it over his shoulder to join the rest of her swimsuit in the pool.

  Finally, she was naked.

  And he could see her completely.

  Her stomach dipped at the intensity in his expression as he drank her in. From kiss-swollen lips to goose-bump ridden skin. From engorged breasts to hardened nipples. From the slightly distended tummy to the ugly scar running across it. From way-too-thick thighs already coated with a slick mixt
ure of her arousal and water, to the completely shaved area between them.

  She held her breath, waited for his gaze to turn into distaste. Instead he released a heavy breath and said, "You're so sexy."

  No words had ever sounded sweeter. Nothing had ever been as arousing as the smile that creased his face and the warm, intimate softening in his eyes as they met hers. "So sexy."

  How could she resist his palms on her knees urging her to part them further? Why would she stop him from lifting her feet and setting them sole to concrete? They both lowered their eyes to the sight of her open, revealed, flowering and ready for his touch.

  "So sexy." The first touch of his fingers against her damp folds drew a whimper from her suddenly parched throat. Her moans rose in volume as he massaged her soaked her outer lips. And when he traced a path between her labia, gathered her moisture and teased her with it, all she could do was hang on and enjoy the fiery ride.

  "Daaanny." His touch was as sure as his gaze, swallowing up her body's moist reaction to his strokes. With carefulness she wasn't even sure was possible, he used his fingers to pull her labia apart to reveal her rock hard clit drenched in her honey.

  "Aiiiiih." Her cry rent the air when he started to rub. Up, down, round and round and round. She clung onto his arms and pressed her flushed forehead to his as the torment continued. Her lips parted on an open mouthed silent yell when he slid a finger into her.

  Oh. My. God. She circled her arms around his shoulders as sensation pricked through her. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Second finger. Bloody hell. She arched backwards, pressing her palms on the concrete as she widened her thighs further. Her gaze followed the erotic sawing of his fingers in and out of her. Unconsciously she started to move her hips to meet his thrust.

  "That's it," he encouraged her, thrusting in and out of her as his free hand gripped her thigh. "That's it."

  His words and actions were like a trigger, shooting her into delirium. She closed her eyes tightly as she followed his instructions. In. Out. In. Out. Her stomach muscles tightened, her walls clamped hard over the digits inside her, her juices flowed like a fountain to coat them and her walls started to contract.

  "Ah. Ah. Ah." She was falling, falling, falling… her orgasm washed over her like an ocean awoken, its tides sweeping her into the heights of release.

  She looked so beautiful in her release. Eyes closed tight, lips parted, thighs wide open. Danny had never seen a sexier sight. His body throbbed in need to be a part of that release. He needed to get his.

  He lifted out of the water and onto the pool's deck. Dripping water, he hooked his arm around her shoulder and legs and lifted her. Her gaze, still hooded with desire, met his as he walked them the few steps to the pool lounge. That gaze was enough to heighten the passion circling him and whip him on. He lowered his head and gave her a hard kiss before sitting her on the edge of the pool lounge. For a moment he thought she might not be able to stay upright, but then she curled her fingers into the seat's edge to support her body.

  Stripping his shorts off should've been easy. But with the way his cock was jutting forward and how Misha's gaze was riveted on him, it proved harder. The moment he lowered his waist band his rod bounced out in excitement. The poor guy was swollen, his head almost purple and the veins bulging with anticipation.

  His eyes flew to Misha, searching for fear in her gaze, after all he was a big man everywhere and not every woman could handle him. But there was no fear in Misha's eyes. Only desire.

  "Mm mm."

  Misha's moan as she stared at his length increased his arousal and a bead of liquid already forming on its head.

  This woman would be his death. He made short-work of dropping the shorts to his feet and kicking them away before he joined her on the pool lounge. They were both naked now, droplets of water beaded over their contrasting skins and sunlight streaming its warm gold light over their heated bodies.

  Danny leaned back on the head of the pool lounge with his legs hanging over its sides before he grasped Misha's wrist and urged her closer. "Come here."

  She came easily enough; leaned forward, curved her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his and straddled his waist. Having her naked pussy rest on his cock was like getting a trophy after a long marathon. A marathon that had lasted over a decade. Sweet, satisfying and oh, so tempting. Her moisture leaked out to coat him as she ground along his length in tune to their kiss.

  A man could only take so much temptation.

  He gripped her buttocks, his fingers biting into her flesh as he ground her hard along his erect rod. It still wasn't enough. His lips and tongue crashing into hers, he lifted her ass up with one hand, while with his other hand he reached between them and grabbed his cock.

  Tap. Tap. Tap. He knocked at her door.

  She ended the frantic kissing, licking her bottom lip as her gaze lowered to their groins. The sight was erotic beyond sight. Her lips moist and engorged, begging to be parted. He tapped one more time before fitting the broad tip between her folds. She set her palms on his shoulders and lifted up slightly, mutely giving him permission to do his worst - or best.

  The first foray into her wet slit was magnificent beyond compare. His heart pounding in his ears, he fit his cock against her opening, prodded. His lungs expanded as the tight ring opened around the head of his cock and sucked him in.

  "Fuck." His groan mingled with her moan. His scrotum tightened at the sweet feeling of having her wrapped around him and his seed bubbled with lusty need. He had to take a deep breath to calm his ravenous senses.

  Not one for patience, Misha covered his hand with her own helping guide him into her. If she wanted to lead then he was all for letting her take over. He released his grip on his cock and transferred his hold to her thighs. She continued where he left off. Unfazed by his length and girth, she directed him deeper into her until she had about a quarter of him.

  Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. She set her palms on his chest, her eyes still on his marauding dick as she worked her way down his shaft in agonizingly slow, small up and down movements.

  "That's it, honey," he encouraged as he watched her greedily consume him. They were halfway in now and by the strained look on Misha's face he was sure she was struggling. Cupping the back of her neck, he rasped roughly, "You don't have to take it all."

  "No." She shook her head, bit her lip and bore down further. His rigid length disappeared inexorably into her, inch by inch by inch by inch. He bottomed out in her.

  "Fuck… yes…" His satisfied grunt cut through the air. He'd never been so glad that he'd fallen in love with this woman instead of some frail lily. Misha was just right for his size. Her pussy's grip felt so tight, so right, so good.

  He drew her head down, eager to show her how grateful he was for her effort. The kiss was as deep as it was loving, an intimate mating of mouths that had his heart contracting in tenderness. Their lips merged and tongues stroked against each other as he ran his hands over her spine; soothing his palms over her silky, soft skin.

  He palmed her delightfully plump buttocks, gripping the voluptuous flesh as she began rocking. It started out slow; a soft up and down on his cock in time to the rhythm of their kiss. She rode him slowly; taking him into her warm, heat with almost-painful slowness; releasing him then encasing him back in her tightness. Unhurriedly she fanned the flames of desire between them, gripping then releasing him.

  The tempo increased slightly when she separated their lips and lifted to sitting position. Her expression was intent as she set her palms on his chest and rocked up and down. Hard as it was not to help her, Danny contented himself with watching her pleasure them both as his hands wandered over her breasts, legs, tummy… anywhere he could reach. He encouraged, "That's it."

  Misha was a sight to behold. Forehead knotted in concentration, eyes dilated in pleasure, tits temptingly bare, inviting and bouncing with each stroke, and pussy wrapped around him and dripping her pleasure along his length.

  "Ah. Ah. Ah." Her dr
ops down became faster, harder. Each downward stroke forced him deeper inside her. She clamped around him like a vice, gripped and squeezed him until his hips started moving on their own.

  The faster Misha rocked on him, the deeper she tried to force him in, the less he could stop himself from taking control. If it wasn't for his common sense reminding him that he was still too heavy to lie over her, he would've flipped her over and fucked her senseless. For now all he could do was grab her ass and shove downwards. Hard.

  "Shiiii…" He gritted through clenched teeth as he lifted her ass up until only his tip remained in her, then forced her down again with a deep, long stroke.

  "Oh - my… aaah… ye- oooh," Misha whimpered as her juices soaked into the hairs on his groin and her nails clawed into his chest. But Danny was beyond pain. Animal lust circled his senses, whipped them into fury and growled for him to take her completely. He needed to deepen the strokes, force as much of himself into her as he could, make up for all those years she'd denied him. He lifted her up and repeated the action.

  Slow. Deep. Hard.

  "Aaah." Misha screamed as her walls started to contract. Those contractions drew out the familiar sensation of his own impending orgasm but he held on tight. He fought, battled to rein in his release until she'd had hers.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  "Da---aaa---aaa---nny." Her broken wails resounded around them merging with his grunts and the slapping of their skins as her tremors started. Her pussy spasmed and jerked around his cock as her second orgasm of the day crushed over her. And still Danny stroked.

  Up. Down. Up. Down.

  He lifted and dropped her, relentlessly filled her with his length. The strokes became shorter, faster as his balls tightened. His stomach tightened as his own orgasm started. He grabbed her thighs, lifted his hips and thrust in deep, and released himself into her.