by HELEN HARDT
She broke the kiss, her voice a raspy puff. “I’m coming, Dylan. I can’t stop it. I’m coming.”
“Yeah. Come for me. Come all over me.”
She burst into a million pieces, the ecstasy claiming her in waves of spasms that sent her soaring.
“Alli, honey, I can feel your pussy coming on my cock. You’re so hot. Damn. I’m right behind you.” He grunted and then surged deep into her, his shaft pulsating against her clenched walls. “God. Allison. Oh God.”
Dylan collapsed on top of her, his breath puffing into the hair at the crook of her neck. He slowly rolled to his side, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her forehead.
“That was incredible.”
“Yeah,” she said. “It was.”
“Why don’t you just stay in here with me?” He scattered kisses on her cheeks. “Then Mike can have his bed back.”
Allison giggled into his neck. “Mmm, you smell good,” she said. “Do you really think Mike will be okay with you screwing his baby sister?”
“I don’t know about the screwing,” Dylan said. “But I think he’ll be okay with us together. As long as my intentions are honorable.”
Allison’s breath caught. “Are they?” Dylan’s lips curved against her cheek.
“Yeah, I think they are. I’ve felt more with you today than I have in years with other women.”
“I’m only here for two weeks,” Alli said.
“That’s two weeks to see if we want to try this.” He pulled away from her slightly and gazed into her eyes. “If it works out, would you consider staying longer?”
She smiled. “I might. If I had the proper…incentive.”
He kissed her lips, tracing them with his tongue. “Honey, I’ll supply all the incentive you need.”
“You will, huh?”
“Oh yeah. Just wait ‘til you see all the things we can do in that steam shower.”
Destination Desire: Seoul Pleasure
Seoul Pleasure
If the world had a prize for excellence in pussy eating, Dylan Johnson would win, hands down.
The thought bounced around Allison Sanchez’s mind as she floated down from her third orgasm. Dylan’s silky black hair tickled her thighs as he continued to work her clit with his talented tongue. He slid his fingers slowly and languidly in and out of her slick wet channel. He twisted them, finding her G spot and massaging it, and off she flew again.
Damn, the man was good.
“Baby, baby,” Alli said, her voice deep with passion, “you’ve got to come fuck me. Now.”
His chocolate eyes glittered between her legs. He always maintained eye contact while he was licking her, and it was so fucking sexy. It drove her crazy. That gorgeous brown gaze of his set her heart afire as he climbed forward and thrust his amazing cock into her warm and willing flesh.
They’d been together for six months, and still she shattered every time he made love to her.
“God, you’re always so tight. Such a sweet, tight little pussy. And all mine.”
He took her mouth in a searing kiss as his hips ground against hers. Alli loved the taste of Dylan—spicy and masculine, mixed with her own zest. She tangled her tongue with his, eagerly devouring his drugging kisses.
Soon she was coming again, her body trembling, her skin tingling, and he thrust once more, filling her.
“I love you, Alli,” he said, breathless, and he nipped that sensitive place below her lobe that made her shiver.
“God, I love you, too.” She puffed against his sweaty neck, inhaling his musky male scent. He was so wonderful. So amazing. And so hers.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, once she regained her breath and he had rolled off her. “I have a surprise for you.”
His smile lit his face. “Oh, yeah?”
“Do you happen to know what day it is?”
“Hmm.” His strong hand smoothed over her breast, tweaking a nipple. She shuddered. “It’s Saturday. Which is why we’re still in bed at ten a.m. having hot, amazing sex.”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
His chocolate eyes sparkled. “I don’t have the foggiest, honey.”
Alli reached behind her for a pillow and swatted him with it.
“It’s February fourteenth. Valentine’s Day. And I’ve been doing a little research. In Korea, it’s the women who give chocolate to the men.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Stop teasing. You’ve been living here for years. You must know that.” Alli turned and reached under the bed. “So I have a little surprise for you.” She pulled out a white gift bag that she’d tied with a red ribbon and handed it to Dylan. “Here.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Sure I did. I love you, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and we’re in Seoul. Who am I to screw up tradition?” She smiled what she hoped was a mischievous smile. “Trust me, you’ll be glad I did.”
Dylan sat up and stuck his hand in the bag. “What the…?” He pulled out a jar of chocolate body paint. The label was all in Korean. A friend had translated it for Alli.
“There’s more,” she said.
He reached for another jar. “Ginger? Damn, honey.”
Alli closed her fingers around Dylan’s still hard cock. The man was insatiable. “I always call this my ginger lollipop.” She smacked her lips and stroked him. “I thought it might be time to make my fantasy a reality.”
“Keep touching me like that, and we won’t get to the ginger.” A groan rumbled from Dylan’s throat.
“Oh, we’ll get to the ginger.” Alli smiled and arched her eyebrows. “But first, chocolate.” She unscrewed the lid from the first jar and stuck her index finger into the thick, smooth sauce. She sucked the sweet confection off her finger, sliding it in and out of her mouth as Dylan’s eyes widened.
Alli winked, returning her finger to the chocolate and smoothing it over his firm, sexy lips. She inched forward and licked it off with gentle strokes of her tongue. When Dylan grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, she backed away, waving her finger at him.
“Naughty, naughty,” she said. “This is my gift to you, and I’m in charge here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Dylan’s brown eyes twinkled. “I’m at your command.”
Alli’s heart leaped. He never failed to turn her on. “You lie back, baby. I’m going to take good care of you.”
With deliberate, sensual movements, Allison painted chocolate over Dylan’s golden muscled chest, swirling peaks around his nipples. She lowered her mouth and licked off every bit, his groans eliciting a smile from her. When she got to one nipple, she twirled her tongue around the hard nub and sucked it between her lips.
“God, honey,” Dylan rasped. “That feels so fucking good.”
Once clean, she moved to the other, licked it, sucked it, savoring the smoky dark chocolate combined with the even tastier spiciness of Dylan’s skin. Smooth, hairless, and ripped, his chest was a work of art.
When she bit his nipple, his cock twitched against her tummy.
“You like that, baby?”
“You know I like everything you do to me,” he said, rasping.
Alli slithered down Dylan’s hard body until she reached his long, thick shaft. “Do you have any clue how much I love your cock, Dylan?”
He let out a low, throaty laugh. “I think I might have some idea.”
Alli set the chocolate body paint on the floor and reached for the ginger. She opened it and swirled her finger in the light brown sauce. Slowly and gently, she smoothed it over his cock and balls. His body tensed, and he closed his eyes, shuddering.
“Easy, or I’ll come right now.”
Alli giggled. “Not yet, handsome. Not yet.”
She settled between his legs and licked the syrupy confection from his balls. “Mmm. I love your balls.”
“Yeah”—he tensed and shivered—“I know.”
She knew his sac by heart, and its strong musky fragrance never failed to entice her. Not that she needed any enticem
ent where he was concerned. One look at his perfect body, his exotic and arresting face, and she was ready for action.
She sucked his balls, one by one, into her mouth, slurping and nuzzling as she licked them clean of the spicy ginger. She pushed his thighs forward and licked the sauce out of the crack of his ass.
“God, I love that.” He sighed as she probed his tight and puckered anus. “That drives me so crazy.”
She smiled against his inner thighs. Oh, yeah. She loved to drive her man crazy. But as much as she adored his ass and balls, they paled in comparison to her ginger lollipop, and right now, she craved that gorgeous cock.
She swirled her tongue around his head, the salty pre-cum mixed with the spicy ginger a delectable treat. “Mmm, baby. Such a big, hard cock. And all for me.”
“Only you, honey,” he said, lifting his hips slightly, his cock nudging her mouth.
She smiled, licked her lips, and took him deep into her mouth, his cock head brushing the back of her throat. To say Dylan was well-endowed was an understatement. He was massive and beautiful, and she loved taking all of him. She undulated her hips as she sucked him, riding in tandem with her oral thrusts. The ginger sauce oozed around her lips and dripped down her chin, but she didn’t care. All that was important was blowing her man’s mind. And her own.
“Oh, yeah, honey. Suck my cock. Take it all the way. Just like that.” His hips pumped upward, and he fucked her mouth, taking control.
She let him. She’d had her fun. Now it was time to get down to business. His bronze cock slid across her tongue, nudging the roof of her mouth, all while he moaned and gasped her name. How sweet the sound of her name in his husky, primal voice.
“Alli, damn. I love how you suck me.”
His shaft pulsated against her tongue, and she knew he was close. She eased back. He couldn’t come yet. She had another surprise for him.
She broke the suction on his cock with a soft pop and grinned into his smoldering cinnamon gaze. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Dylan said. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“The fun’s not over yet,” Alli said, winking. She slid up his body, trailing wet kisses over his belly, chest, and neck. When she reached his mouth, she nipped his luscious lower lip and kissed him deeply, tasting every crevice of his spicy mouth.
When she broke the kiss, she smiled. “I have another surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” He arched his eyebrows, the dimple on his left cheek twinkling. “What else could you possibly have up your sleeve?”
She sat up, straddling him. She reached around and grabbed his cock, rubbing it between her butt cheeks. “A little something we’ve been working toward.” Leaning to the side, she reached under the bed for the tube of lubricant she had hidden earlier. She curved her lips upward in a devilish grin.
His eyes widened. “You sure, honey?”
She nodded. “I’m ready, and I’m sure.”
She rubbed some of the gel onto him and squeezed a little onto his hand. Dylan’s eyes blazed as he reached behind Alli and smoothed the moisture over her anus, inserting a finger, and then another, to stretch her.
Alli groaned at the invasion she had come to enjoy. She was so ready to feel his big cock inside her dark tunnel. It was something so private, so special, and she wanted to share it only with Dylan.
Though they regularly confessed their love to each other, he hadn’t said anything about forever. Yet. But Alli knew, with all her heart, that she’d never love another. And she wanted him to have this gift she’d never given any other man.
She lifted her hips and positioned herself over his pulsing cock. She lowered herself slowly, easing his head into her anus. “Ah…” She slid down, taking more. With each inch of her descent, the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain enraptured her. So full, and so right.
“Damn, you're tight,” he said, his eyes searing into hers. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
She lifted her hips and then glided back down, taking him farther, into the depths of her ass.
“Alli, Alli, you have no idea how good this feels.”
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, I do.”
And it did. Better than she thought possible. Though he was fucking her ass, her pussy responded, pulsing in a deep penetrating cadence along with his smooth upward thrusts. She fingered her slit and found she was dripping. She smoothed the juices over her folds and began to tease her clit as she moved up and down on Dylan’s cock.
“You look so beautiful. Sitting on top of me with my cock shoved inside you. Your pretty pink pussy glistening as you play with yourself.” Dylan reached for her breasts and thumbed both nipples.
They hardened instantly, the sensations traveling at light speed to her clit. Alli rubbed herself harder and harder until she burst into an orgasm that thundered through her with the intensity of a hurricane. Her pussy clenched and released, and she drove her hips downward, taking his cock into her ass with such force that he climaxed as well, groaning her name.
She collapsed onto his chest, her slick body sliding against his, shiny with perspiration. The earthy smell of sex wafted to her nose and she inhaled, savoring the musky perfume. She lifted her hips, and his cock, now sated and flaccid, slid out of her.
“Alli, that was amazing. So fucking incredible.”
“Mmm. Yes. It. Was.” She nuzzled into his neck, kissing and nipping his sleek tan skin.
She felt, more than heard, the low satisfied rumble that echoed from his hard chest. She smiled, eternally glad she had given this part of her to this wonderful man.
“So, Dylan…”
“Hmm?”
“Where’s mine?”
He kissed the top of her head. “Your what?”
She stiffened against him. “My Valentine’s gift, silly.”
He chuckled into her hair. “You know the rules here as well as I do. On Valentine’s Day, it’s the woman who gives the man a gift.”
Allison jerked upward. His almond-shaped eyes smirked at her. He wasn’t serious, was he? No gift? He might look like an Asian god, but he was as American as she was. Hot dogs and apple pie, as he liked to say. If he thought he could skip Valentine’s Day and get away with it, he could think again.
Alli rolled off him and sat up. “I just gave you something really special, Dylan Johnson. I can’t believe…” Her voice dropped off as tears formed. She sniffed, stifling them. She wouldn’t let him see her cry.
What did she care? It was just a stupid made-up holiday. Wasn’t really a holiday, even.
But…she cared.
She lay back down, her back to him.
He was fidgeting. Fumbling with something. Clearly not at all concerned.
“Hey,” he said, inching toward her. His hard body melted against hers.
She quivered. Damn him. Upset as she was, she still responded to his touch.
“Honey,” he said again. “Turn around and talk to me. Please.”
She stiffened against his nearness and shook her head.
“Okay, then.” He climbed over her until he was facing her, his chocolate eyes shining.
He was so fucking gorgeous.
He took her left hand and slipped something cool against her finger.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Allison. Will you marry me?”
Alli jerked her hand upward and sighed at the sparkling gemstone centered on a band of gleaming gold.
“You mean you didn’t forget?”
He smiled. “Of course not. I was playing with you. You really think I’d forget my best girl on Valentine’s Day? These last six months have been the best of my life. I love you, Alli, and I want you to be my wife.”
“Oh, Dylan.” Alli cupped his chiseled cheeks and drew her to him for a soft kiss. “I love you too, and yes, I’ll marry you. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
Destination Desire: French Kiss
French Kiss
Okay, you can do this.
Raine’s stomach dropped as the elevator soared upward. She fumbled with her gold chain, trying to ease the constriction around her neck. It didn’t do any good. She was choking. Right here in the fucking Eiffel Tower elevator.
God, what had she been thinking? She was going to die.
Ding! The elevator’s bell signaled the end of its ascent. She breathed deeply, her pulse racing, and fell backward against something hard.
Then, blackness.
* * *
One eye fluttered open. Haze clouded Raine’s mind. She must still be in the elevator.
“Mademoiselle? Pouvez-vous m’ecouter?”
Can you hear me? Yes, I can hear you. The words flowed through Raine’s brain but didn’t make it to her lips. She turned her head into the hardness against her. Get me out of here. Please. Only a whimpered croak escaped her throat as her body shivered and her stomach churned.
“Fermez vos yeux,” the husky accented voice said. A male voice. “Je vais m’occuper de vous.”
Close your eyes. I’ll take care of you. Raine swallowed, her heart pounding. Who was he? A stranger. In a foreign country. But a note of kindness in his voice convinced her to obey. First and foremost, she had to leave the tower. Either that or die an untimely death.
Despite her need, her legs wouldn’t move. She squeezed her eyes shut, clamped her arms around the man’s neck, and allowed the black emptiness to take her again.
* * *
Raine awoke. Fluffiness cushioned her head, and she was lying…on a sofa? Where was she? She jerked upright and blinked, trying to focus. Yes, a sofa. An emerald green brocade. She looked toward her feet. Her shoes were gone.
“Ah, you are awake.”
Though slightly familiar, the velvety-smooth, accented voice startled her. Deep and sensual, it trickled over her clammy body like the swirl of a smoky Cognac. Her skin prickled as a tall man strode toward her. Was he carrying a cup? She arched her brows, trying to adjust to the blurriness. He held the cool glass to her lips.