Page 59 of Planned Seduction

When he was done with her feet, he rolled her over and began all over again.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you here?” He nibbled her neck before trailing kisses under her chin and followed an invisible line down to the bottom of her throat. “And here?” He nipped his way along her collarbone to her shoulder and back again.

He stopped when his head was poised above her breasts. For the longest time, he simply stared, unable to move. Again, he was struck by the perfection of her breasts. They were firm and plump with dusky-pink nipples that strained beneath his gaze. He tried to formulate a sentence but couldn’t put the words together. Instead, a strangled noise escaped his throat as he dragged air into his lungs. If she only knew what he wanted to do to her breasts.

Before he could draw in another breath, she arched her back and thrust her chest upward. He rewarded her by cupping his hands around her plump flesh, leaving the nipples exposed. The vision of rosy buds peeping through his fingers was too good to resist, so he covered one puckered bud with his lips and rolled it around in his mouth, relishing the taste and the feel.

Amy’s moan caught Daniel in his stomach. It tore through his gut and shot straight to his cock, leaving it ramrod straight.

He took her other nipple in his mouth and subjected it to the same treatment. This time, he bit her when she moaned.

She yelped and wound her hands tightly through his hair.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes.” His scalp stung when she pulled his hair, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his balls when she groaned, “Do it again.”

Her nipples were even harder, and he nicked one with his teeth and then immediately soothed it with his tongue. She writhed beneath his ministrations, so he suckled hard on the other one, showing no mercy when she winced and cried, “Don’t stop.”

Stop?He was just getting started.

By the time Daniel lifted his head, he knew every inch of her breasts intimately. He knew what made her nipples bead and her breasts swell. He knew where to touch her to hear her groan and how to nip her so she screamed. And he also knew if he didn’t stop then and there, he’d lose control completely. As it was, he teetered on the brink. If he licked her tits one more time or watched her writhe for another second, he’d climax without even fucking her.

Her hair was a tousled mess, her cheeks tinged pink. Green eyes were glazed with passion, and her mouth puffed out tiny bursts of air. Christ, she was made for sex. Even her eyelashes turned him on. Long, thick, and dark, they swept low over her eyes, enhancing the desire he saw there. Who could forget those lips? Those luscious, red lips, full and swollen from his kisses. They played havoc with his willpower. All he could think about was how they would feel wrapped around his cock. How they had felt, all warm, wet, and hungry, when she’d gone down on him.

Five seconds. That’s how long he’d last if she blew him now.

So he kissed her instead. He took her lips and proceeded to shake the foundations of his world with the intensity of his need. The velvety depths of her mouth left him mindless, the satiny heat of her tongue dazed him, and when at last he released her, she was a quivering mass beneath him.

He was incapable of reason. Instinct led him on.

He lowered his hand to her belly and with a feathery touch skimmed it over her navel and the soft curve of her stomach until it rested on her mound. A light flick of his thumb over her clit and she was gasping, pushing hard against his hand. God, she was so responsive, so wet. His chest shuddered with wanting her. He kissed her again while he moved his thumb slowly, languidly, and dipped a finger into her moist heat.

Amy twisted and jerked beneath him.

Daniel released her mouth and cursed. If she so much as moaned, he’d lose it. In one fluid movement, he shifted down the mattress and replaced his thumb with his tongue.

She smelled of sex—musky and spicy. He fastened his mouth over her slit and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. He couldn’t get enough. Tasting her—smelling her—was a heady aphrodisiac.

When she called his name, it came out as a long, low moan of pleasure. He feared he might burst a blood vessel trying to restrain himself.

He danced his tongue around her, swirling and tasting, until she thrashed on the bed, groaning unintelligibly. With a growing sense of satisfaction, he felt the tension build up in her. Several times, she lifted her hips to meet his mouth. He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue until she stiffened suddenly, threw her head back, and crumpled beneath him. Her orgasm was hard and long, and he kept his mouth fastened to her pussy, lapping up her nectar as the spasms gradually lessened to light shudders and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

When at last she fell limp against the bed, he began his assault all over again. She bucked against his tongue and shook against his mouth. Her clit grew more engorged with every lick. She sobbed his name, and within minutes, he sensed her building up to another orgasm.

This time he wasn’t so generous. He withdrew his tongue and pulled away from her only long enough to meld his mouth to hers. He lay along the length of her and spread her legs farther apart with his knee. The head of his cock touched the wet heat between her thighs and he almost came undone. Desire spiked through him, hot and fierce. He nudged his cock between her lips and she opened her thighs to welcome him in. Instead of plunging in like his need demanded he do, he held back.

Self-discipline was torturous.

With a will of iron, he pressed against her. Promising but not delivering, tormenting them both.

She whipped her head from side to side.

He pushed into her halfway and then stopped and waited.

“Look at me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to fuck you so bad, I’m losing control.” He shook. He was out of his mind, and he wanted her to see it, to understand the effect she had on him.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. Even in her lust-crazed state, he could see she understood his words. Her pupils were deep pools of passion. “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me.” With a neat shift of her butt, he found himself buried deep inside her.

Holy mother of— Where in God’s name did she learn that?

He shuddered and gritted his teeth. One more move like that and he’d be history. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, then twenty. At twenty-three, she repositioned herself and he slid in deeper. Her muscles clenched around him.

There was nowhere on earth he’d rather be than where he was right now. When her muscles relaxed around him, he pulled out slowly and glided back in. Moans filled his ears, but he wasn’t sure whether they were his or hers. He didn’t care. Another thrust and he was moving in her, burying himself deep inside her welcoming warmth. Over and over as tension continued to build. Her eyes developed a glassy sheen. Sensation had taken over. She no longer saw him. Her breathing was shallow, punctuated by short, sharp gasps.

Damn, she was hot. Hot and sexy, his wet dream every night for months now. Only this time he was awake and she was real. He wasn’t dreaming about fucking her—he was making love to his dream girl.

Slow, restricted movements became impossible. He increased the tempo, driving into her as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust, groaning out loud as her moans floated on wisps of air. She was wet, tight, and so hot he couldn’t get enough. Harder and harder he moved, slamming into her.

When her muscles clamped down around him and she bucked, screaming her satisfaction, he stopped fighting the inevitable. He gave himself up to the force stampeding through him and exploded.

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