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We swayed together for another song, maybe two, with Daniel pressed behind me, his erection unmistakeable. I lost track of time. His mouth and hands roamed my body, fanning the flames inside me. Each touch calculated to tease, not giving me what I wanted so keenly.
When he finally stood still, I was momentarily confused.
“Come inside,” he whispered. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Before I could stop him, he scooped me from the floor. He lifted me as though I weighed no more than a feather. He strode easily into the house, his mouth fused to mine, and when we reached his room, he laid me on the bed every bit as gently as a delicate piece of glass.
Subdued lights came to life as though by his command, and I gazed up at him. His face was half lit, half shadowed, and it made him look mysterious. Dangerous. My pulse quickened. Other lovers had been playful, never this intense, but I revelled in the desire pouring from him.
“Take your clothes off.” Commanding too. I wasn’t used to that, but it was a huge turn on.
I pushed down my jeans and then unfastened my blouse, one button at a time. The fabric was sheer, and I took my time easing out of it, and watching Daniel’s eyes darken. “Everything?”
“Everything.”
I’d chosen my underwear with care, in case of this very possibility, and I was glad. He reached out and ran his fingers over the pretty lace of my bra, one side and then the other. “So pretty,” he said, his voice low. “It suits you.” My bra and panties were in the same azure blue of my mosaic tiles, and his cufflinks—my favourite colour.
I needed to feel his hands on my skin. I tugged down the bra straps and then unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts burst free, the nipples swollen in anticipation.
Daniel whispered something under his breath and then knelt on the bed next to me. “Your clothes are pretty, but I prefer you in nothing at all.” He cupped my breasts in both hands and dropped his head, tongue flicking at one nipple and then the other. Hot breath surrounded my tight buds and I whimpered again, and clutched at his head, needing to hold something. His hair was silky soft and I ran my fingers through it, holding him close while he lavished attention on me.
I tingled all over, as though I’d stuck my fingers into an electrical socket. Christ. And this was just from his mouth. I squirmed on the bed, wanting more, but not wanting him to stop. My breath came in short pants and I hurtled toward a rapid orgasm I’d never come before from having my tits played with, but this was a night of firsts.
“Daniel.” I hauled in a shaky breath, any other words jamming in my throat.
His teeth closed around one nipple, taking me to the edge of pain, and I cried out. Pleasure flooded my synapses and he bit me again, enough to push me over the edge. The orgasm flashed over me, hot and fast, and left me bobbing helplessly on a sea of bliss.
He was still fully dressed. When his mouth returned to mine and kissed the fuck out of me, his tongue dancing with mine, I pulled my wits together. My fingers were clumsy on his shirt, but I pulled the buttons free and then shoved the fabric back from his shoulders. It was the work of seconds to strip it away, and then I reached for his slacks. I couldn’t resist giving his erection a stroke through the material, and he groaned at my touch. He was hard, a thick bulge under my hand. This was going to be so good.
Between us we tugged down his slacks, and the soft boxer briefs underneath. His cock jerked when my hand brushed against it, and Daniel hissed. His dick was a thing of beauty. Long, hard as steel, and with a pearly drop of pre-cum begging for my attention. I swiped at it gently, before sucking my finger clean.
Mmm. Daniel’s cock. My new favourite flavour. I moved closer, licking my lips at the thought of him in my mouth, and he gave a strained chuckle.
“Much as I want your lips around me, I need to be inside you right now.” He leaned to the side, opened a drawer and snagged a packet of condoms. Ripping through the cellophane, he tore into the cardboard and the foil packet, and rapidly fitted the rubber.
“You still have your pretty panties on.”
I tugged at the fabric and shimmied out of them.
He smiled. “I’m glad you did that. It would have been a shame to tear them.” He knelt over me and ran his hands up the inside of my thighs. The featherlight touch a promise of things to come.
“Hannah,” he whispered, and kissed me hard, before plunging into me.
I gasped, the air leaving me in a rush. Bigger than I’d imagined, he filled me, but in the best way possible. He held still a few moments, maybe giving me time to adjust, but then he withdrew, slow and easy. I’d no sooner caught my breath than he slammed into me again. My heart thudded. I was pinned beneath him, his cock driving into me. Tongue lashing mine. Hands caressing me. His thumbs would flick against my nipples, and then retreat to smooth over my stomach. Every touch twisting me tighter, a desperate coil of need winding inside me, turning me into a panting, moaning animal.
“Daniel. Daniel.” I didn’t have any words, any breath. I burned in the most exquisite fire, and all that would be left was a pile of ash, but still he hammered into me. Every thrust was punctuated with a groan, every kiss increasingly urgent.
So close now, any moment and I’d fly again. When his thumb pressed onto my clit I shouted his name, and tumbled into another massive orgasm. Shocks wracked my body and I saw stars. When Daniel cried my name and followed me over the edge, I clung to him. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Only one word sprang to my lips. Daniel.
His rasping breath matched my own and his chest heaved as he came back to earth. I pulled him to me, and sought his lips. I needed him. When I could finally form coherent words, he didn’t understand my whisper. “I said I wanted to fly. You gave me wings.”
The night raced by as we enjoyed each other’s body. This was more than sex. More intense than fucking. We made love. There was no other way to describe the passion in Daniel’s eyes as he buried himself inside me, and the joy as he kissed me tenderly. We moved together with the familiarity and ease of long-term lovers, each touch branding him on my heart and building the memories I would carry with me.
We slept a little too, tangled together in his huge bed. If we only had one night, I didn’t want to waste a minute of it.
Surely there had to be a way to see each other again? Hong Kong wasn’t a million miles away. Maybe he could come back to New Zealand sometimes. If the café did well, I might take a holiday to visit him. It wouldn’t be easy, but the best things in life were the ones you had to work to achieve.
As the early morning sun filtered into his room, I finally gave in to sleep, wrapped tight in my lover’s arms.