He was perfect—classically beautiful in the way that ancient Greek and Roman sculptures were portrayed. His flat pectoral muscles twitched slightly under her gaze as she slowly ran her fingers along the flat planes to where his nipples were. Light hair spattered his chest, but there was none on his defined abs until closer to his waistline, where it reappeared and formed a naughty line leading to something Darcy knew she wanted desperately. She ran her fingertips back up his torso before meeting his eyes.
He was watching her, giving her time to take him in. His eyes were burning blue flames, and they pulled all the air from her lungs.
Lightly brushing the backs of his fingers across the lace covering her nipple, he asked, “Did you buy this for me too?”
She nodded, unable to speak. He ran his other hand down her hip to her backside, sliding his fingers under the lace of her panties.
“I like these too. Maybe more than the dress.”
His deep voice did things between her legs that her favorite vibrator only hoped to achieve.
He slowly started pulling her toward him as he backed up and sat down into one of the large yellow chairs. His eyes drank in every inch of her body, but oddly enough she didn’t feel overexposed standing before him. She knew that he liked what he saw because his pants outlined a sizeable erection.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra before letting it fall from her body. Sean inhaled as he rested his head on the back of the chair. His jaw twitched like he was trying to show restraint from touching her. She couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more at that moment than his hands on her.
She leaned over and braced herself on the chair’s arms for balance as she slipped out of her heels. Sean was staying true to his word. He wanted her to set the pace. But goddamn it, this was only the second time she’d done this, and he could at least help her out a little bit by making some sort of move.
As if he’d read her mind, he reached forward and placed his hand behind her left knee, pulling it forward so she had no choice but to straddle him. Once she was balanced, his hands trailed up her outer thighs all the way to the undersides of her breasts.
Leaning forward, Sean took one of Darcy’s hardened nipples into his mouth. It was like being licked by a flame, but she didn’t mind being burned.
He rolled her nipple around his tongue, causing bolts of electricity to shoot throughout her body like a midsummer storm. Her fingers curled at the exquisite feeling, and she raked her fingernails down his chest.
Sean must have liked that because he drew in a quick breath, pulling air over the sensitive peak of her breast.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
She felt him smile against her skin before he showed the same sweet attention to her other nipple as he’d done to the first. He teased and suckled her as she arched her back. His hands kneaded her ass, and her desire began to build. If he kept working her nipples with his mouth like that, she was going to come without him even having to touch her clit.
She didn’t want that. She wanted him. For a split second, she remembered the discomfort of the first time, but her need for him was so great she didn’t care. She wanted him to fill her. She wanted to feel his muscles flex as he pushed in and out of her.
“Sean,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”
Stilling his mouth, he raised his head to meet her sultry gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
Darcy quivered from the rumble of his voice. “I want you inside of me.”
Sean’s eyes smoldered as he nodded. “I have a condom in my jacket pocket.”
She looked at his jacket, which lay over the arm of the other chair. It was only four feet away, and yet it seemed like too far to go. But she knew that there was no way they should be having unprotected sex. Not that she didn’t trust Sean, but she wasn’t on the pill. She pushed off his lap and walked toward the jacket, quickly finding his wallet with three condoms tucked neatly inside.
She looked back over her shoulder at him. “A bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think?”
His mouth twitched in a wicked grin. “I’m an eternal optimist.”
She laughed softly as she strolled back over, tossing two condoms on the glass coffee table before holding the other out to Sean.
“You can do the honors if you’d like,” he offered.
Darcy stopped hesitantly just before she was about to climb back on his lap. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t know how.”
“Well, practice makes perfect.”
Sean laid his head back onto the chair and watched her. A blush crept up her cheeks. He leaned forward and moved toward the edge of the seat. He took the condom out of her hand, put it beside his leg, and ran both of his hands up the backsides of her thighs.
“Come here, Darcy.”
He pulled her closer and put his mouth to her stomach, lazily running his tongue along the outside of her navel. No one but Sean could make that move hot. Her knees almost buckled as he kissed and nipped his way upward to her breasts. His wet kisses found her nipple again, but this time instead of tonguing her there, he pulled her hardened tip in between his teeth. She gasped at the unexpected pleasure. Her hands cradled around his head and pulled him closer.
His fingers hooked the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down until she was absolutely bare before him. He was still worshipping her breasts with his mouth when he parted her folds with his fingers. Her head fell back, and she whimpered as he massaged her throbbing clit with his thumb. One long finger slid inside of her, and she knew that much more of this would undo her.
“Sean, wait—”
He stilled instantly, pulling his hand from between her legs. His mouth left her nipple, and he looked up at her with concern in his hazy eyes.
“Give me the condom,” she directed as she straddled him once again and started to undo the button on his trousers.
He grabbed for the condom as she slid his zipper down. His erection immediately sprung free of its confines, and her eyes grew wide as she stared down at it.
Jesus, leave it to Sean to go commando in a suit.
It had been too dark in her bedroom the first time they had been together, so she hadn’t been able to see Sean’s body. If she needed proof that he was turned on by what they were doing, it stuck out right in front of her. No wonder it had hurt when they’d slept together before.
“Hey.” Sean’s voice drew her eyes away from his cock. He was watching her carefully and cupped the side of her face with one hand. “You set the pace, Darce.”
She nodded slowly. She trusted him.
He leaned forward and placed his lips over hers. As his mouth worked hers, his tongue plunged in and out of her expertly, and any trepidation she felt drifted away as her desire once again began to rise.
She heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, and Sean’s hands moved between them. His kiss grew more urgent, and he grabbed her hips to pull her forward as he shifted back in the seat.
Gripping the back of the chair, she balanced herself on his lap. She felt his erection between her legs, but true to his word, he was waiting for her to make the first move. His hands slid up her ribs and palmed her breasts.
Fuck, that felt good.
“You have the most amazing breasts,” he breathed into her mouth.
She moaned softly as his fingers flexed. Her breasts felt heavy and full from all the attention they were getting, and she quickly realized that her nipples were so sensitive that any stimulation whatsoever could send her over the edge.
But this time, she wanted to experience everything with him. Reaching down, she took his erection in her hand and placed him at her entrance. Sean pulled his mouth away and his eyes locked on to hers.
“Slowly now.”
Heeding his advice, she cautiously lowered herself down onto his cock. The pressure was intense, but the twinge of pain she’d felt that first time never materialized. His eyes darkened with desire, and his hands stilled her hips.
He starte
d to pull her back up, and instantly she started to panic. Was he stopping? Was it happening all over again?
“What are you…” she stammered.
“Shhh,” he whispered.
He’d raised her up just enough so she could feel the head of his erection at her opening before he began to move her back down his length. She slid down more easily this time, and she realized he was trying to help make it more comfortable for her. The wet friction and the fullness was unbelievable. Never before had anything felt so extraordinary.
She moaned as they both worked her up and then back down, each time going a little deeper than she had before. Finally, she rested firmly on his lap, and he was completely sheathed inside her. She sat there for a moment, relishing the amazing sensation of completely surrounding him.
Realizing her eyes were closed, she opened them. Like her, Sean had his eyes squeezed shut, his face strained. His chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths, and his hands gripped her sides tightly. His lips moved ever so slightly, forming silent words. His whole body was stiff beneath her, and the muscles in the sides of his neck were taut with tension.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
He blew out a hasty breath and laughed. “I’m just trying to give you time to adjust.”
She realized then that he was holding back… that he was being patient and allowing her to get used to him. The labored breaths and the death grip he had on her hips meant he wasn’t okay. She thought she heard him whisper the number seventeen.
“Are you counting?”
He nodded and then opened his eyes. They were clouded with need.
“I can’t believe it,” he murmured, “but you feel even more amazing than you did the first time. If I don’t do something to get my mind off how tight you are, we are going to have a repeat of last time.”
She could tell he was struggling. He pulled breath in through his nose and pushed it slowly out his mouth. He was trying to hide how unraveled he was, but he couldn’t. And it made her confidence soar.
She realized then that Sean was probably not used to giving up control. He definitely knew how to use his body, and her clumsy movements and slow progress had wound him up so tight that he was about ready to break.
“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make you feel better.”
He huffed out another laugh. “If I felt any better right now, it would probably kill me.”
She rocked slowly on his lap, feeling his cock rub against her clit, and she gasped.
“Fuck, Darcy,” he gritted out. “You are going to kill me.”
“It feels amazing.”
Releasing a shaky laugh, he said, “We’re just getting started.”
He helped her roll her hips back before impatiently pushing up into her, causing tiny fireworks to explode somewhere inside her vagina.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped.
Sean continued the rhythm, pulling away from her, then thrusting back. Once she caught on, she managed to tilt her hips to meet his thrusts. She was getting lost in the sensual haze, trying to feel every movement of Sean inside of her. He steadily increased the tempo, and a warm tingling began at the bottom of her spine.
He watched her the entire time. Watched as she gasped with each new sensation. Watched as she mumbled incoherently. She heard him moan once or twice. She heard him say her name in the most reverent of ways. She never wanted this feeling to end.
But when he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, she knew it was all over. He suckled and that tingle at the base of her spine rocketed through her. The orgasm overtook her body in a white-hot wave that crested but never receded.
She gripped his hair and cried out. His hands dropped to her hips, and he pumped into her twice more before his entire body stiffened. Groaning against her breast, he convulsed beneath her.
It seemed like it took hours for her heart rate to return to a speed that would allow her to talk. She continued to hold his head to her chest as her body lay limply against him. He ran his hand up and down her back as his breathing slowed and deepened.
He kissed her skin right below her collarbone. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
She sighed, loosening her grip in his hair. She let him pull away so she could see his face. With his sleepy blue eyes and ruffled blond hair, he looked satiated and even more gorgeous than he had before.
She smiled at him and ran her fingers along his jaw. “If I were any more okay, it would probably kill me.”
A boyish smile tipped his lips, and his eyes shined. “I lasted a little longer this time, thankfully.”
She stifled the giggle that bubbled up her throat, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
“Thank God I didn’t blow it,” he added. “You know, literally blow it.
And that time she couldn’t help but laugh.
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Darcy opened her eyes and looked at the white bedsheet that halfway covered her face. It felt as if she’d closed her eyes only minutes before. But it could have been hours or days or even weeks with as well rested as she felt.
She moved her weight to roll over and immediately stopped when she felt the sore ache that radiated from between her legs. Glancing over, she noticed that she was alone on the big king mattress.
The last thing she remembered was Sean carrying her to bed. They’d had sex twice more, each of them taking a turn on the top. Both had been amazing and bone-numbingly satisfying, but they hadn’t quite held a candle to their first time last night on the chair.
They’d burned through Sean’s three condoms. Although he’d offered to run out to some midnight pharmacy to get more, she had been wonderfully exhausted after three earth-shattering orgasms. She’d settled for curling up beside him.
After their final romp, he’d retreated to the bathroom and returned with a damp, warm washcloth. She wouldn’t let him help her clean up, but the fact that he’d intended to help her made her smile. She wondered if he was that thoughtful with all his lovers. She’d fallen asleep with her back tucked to his front, and his warm, moist breath on her bare shoulder.
Now she felt cold in his absence, and the bed seemed enormous without him. She pushed herself up and took in the carnage of their room.
Her dress and lingerie and his shirt and trousers littered the floor along with pillows, a comforter, and empty condom wrappers. The sun shined through the semi-sheer curtains, making her squint. She heard the shower running and could see a fluorescent glow from underneath the bathroom door.
Darcy had been thoroughly and exquisitely fucked the night before. She couldn’t even pick a favorite part because it had all been so amazing.
Although their first interlude had ended in disaster, she’d rather enjoyed everything that led up to it. The kissing had been urgent and demanding. He’d gotten her off with his hand in record time. But it had all happened too quickly.
Last night had been perfect.
She could remember everything, from start to finish. And if she thought his fingers alone felt good, that was nothing compared to the total bliss of having him inside her when she climaxed.
He’d made her feel so good about what she was doing and how she was doing it. His groans and moans had encouraged her. His words had reassured her.
She couldn’t imagine how it could have been any better.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the shower shut off. The bathroom door swung open, and a nearly naked Sean McKenna walked out with a white towel around his waist.
His torso glistened with a few water droplets, and Darcy’s eyes traveled down his lean abdomen to where his muscles formed that mouthwatering V-shape near his hip bones. She had no idea what that area was called, but it could possibly be her favorite part of Sean’s body.
Well…maybe a close second.
He ran his hand through his damp hair and walked toward the bed. “Good morning. I was wondering when you’d be up.” His smile was infectious.
“Morning.” She grinned
.
When he sat down on the side of the bed next to her, his towel opened slightly, revealing his smooth, hard thigh. Darcy tried hard not to lick her lips.
“I hope you don’t mind, I used your girly shampoo and body wash. It smells so good I can’t seem to stop touching myself,” he said as he ran his hands over his chest.
She laughed as she recognized the minty scent of her shampoo. “There’s definitely something wrong with you.”
He shrugged and started to lean toward her just as there was a sharp knock at the door. His eyes lit up, and his smile grew bigger.
“Finally,” he blurted as he hurriedly tightened his towel and walked to the door.
Darcy clutched the sheet to her bare chest just in time for Sean to swing open the door. Although partially obstructed, she saw a uniformed hotel attendant pushing a cart of silver-covered trays.
“Room service for Mr. McKenna?”
“That’s me.”
The attendant made a move to enter the room but Sean stepped into his path. “Sorry, my man. I can’t let you in because I have a smokin’-hot naked woman in my bed.”
Darcy groaned as she fell back against her pillow and covered her head with the sheet.
“Apologies, sir.”
She could just imagine the Cheshire cat grin on Sean’s face as he tipped the attendant. She heard the door slam, followed by cheerful whistling approaching the bed.
“Hey, smokin’-hot naked woman in my bed. I ordered breakfast.”
She felt the bed dip as Sean sank down beside her. She sat up and saw a tray full of eggs, sausages, pastries, and fresh fruit. Two empty cups and a silver kettle of what looked to be black tea sat in the corner of the tray along with two glasses full of orange juice.
She felt like she was in another woman’s body. She was having “morning after” breakfast with a nearly naked Sean McKenna. The same Sean McKenna whom she’d pined for her entire life. Was this all a dream that was going to disappear as soon as she woke up?
Another thought—a dreadful thought that made her chest hurt—came to her as she watched Sean fork some scrambled eggs onto his plate.
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