“Hot in the City”
After a thoroughly enjoyable dinner, and a few glasses of the fantastic Chianti, I’m relaxed and happy. I’ve decided to stop trying to over-analyze this too-good-to-be-true man sitting across from me and just live in the moment. What will be, will be.
The date has been filled with awesome conversation where we’ve talked about our jobs, our families, even how we both like to go running in the summer. We decide to order a Tiramisu to share to finish off our meal.
The waiter brings the dessert to our table with two spoons. As soon as he’s gone, Daniel looks over at me with that cheeky grin of his I swear he’s been wearing all night. The one that screams he’s imagining me naked while the gleam in his eye reminds me he’s still got a few cards left up his sleeve.
“Can I feed you?” he asks with a dangerously low voice. Again, I’m forced to squeeze my legs together to try to dull the growing ache.
Although I’m taken aback by the intimacy of such a request, I promised myself I’d go with the flow. “I’d love you to.”
He dips his spoon into the coffee-flavored dessert and moves forward in his seat, reaching over the table. I wrap my lips around the silver, my eyes never leaving his until I pull back and my tongue darts out to catch a small amount that has stuck to my lip. His gaze drops to my mouth, his eyes flashing as he watches me clean it off.
“Damn, I want to kiss you right now,” he mutters under his breath.
I tip my head to the side and drop my voice low. “What’s stopping you?”
“You’re such a little tease, you know that?” he growls, but he likes it. There’s absolutely no doubt about it.
“I may have been told that from time to time.” I dip my finger into the whipped cream and hold it out to him, repaying the favor. He softly sucks the offering into his mouth, my breaths turning ragged when he swirls his tongue around my skin before releasing it with a loud pop.
I bite my lip, stifling a moan. “Damn. You’re giving me way too much to think about.”
Quick as a flash, Daniel stands and leans over until his lips are less than an inch from mine. “Don’t think. Just go with it,” he murmurs, tracing his tongue along my bottom lip. As soon as I open my mouth and my aching tongue touches his, the kiss goes from zero to hungry. I wrap my hands around his neck and we battle for supremacy while tasting tiramisu on each other’s lips. Then, as quick as it started, it’s over, Daniel thankfully having some clarity and pulling back before we turn dessert into a show with a happy ending. We rest our heads together, giving both of us a chance to catch our breath.
“If I start now, Mac, I won’t be able to stop until you’re beneath me. So I’m thinking…” he says huskily, stroking his hand softly down my cheek, “that we need a change of scenery.”
I must wear my answer on my face because the next thing I know, Daniel is standing in front of me with his hand outstretched. We quickly stop at the hostess stand to take care of the bill, then walk out the door and into the warm spring night.
Daniel stops me in the middle of the sidewalk outside the restaurant. “Where to now, m’ lady?” he asks with a fake, and really bad, British accent.
I look up and smirk, trying to hold back my laughter. “Well, you promised to take me to Navy Pier, mister,” I say, playfully poking his chest. “And a promise is a promise.” Still holding my hand, he wraps it behind my back and pulls me to him, pinning my body to his. “And I intend to keep that promise, just as soon as I do this.” He bends his head down and touches his lips to mine.
This man can kiss. I could honestly stand here and kiss him all night long. I close my eyes and lose myself in it. It’s different to the lip touch he gave me in the restaurant. This kiss is full of promise and desire, and if the large hard shaft pressing into my stomach is any indication, a sign of really good things to come.
Realizing we’re blocking the sidewalk on a busy intersection while making out like teenagers, I force myself to break free, but I can’t help the goofy grin covering my face.
“Wow,” I say, my voice breathy and thick.
“Wow is right. I could stand here and do that all day,” he replies, sounding far from unaffected.
“Navy Pier. Let’s go before we lose our motivation and I drag you back to my place, or yours, whichever is closest.” My inner Mac is fighting against me. She’s feisty and always horny, thinking with her vagina first, and her brain a close second.
“Yes, let’s go,” he says, adjusting his pants discretely so that his ‘happiness’ is not so obvious.
I giggle at his predicament. When it comes to being turned on in public, women definitely got the better hand in that deal.
“You think it’s funny, but I’ve got to walk three blocks with a hard on, whereas you look as unaffected as always.”
I turn into him, lifting myself up slightly to whisper in his ear, “If only you knew how wet and ready for you I am right now.”
“Not helping, Mac,” he groans.
I shrug. “At least you know we’re on the same page right now."
We reach the park about fifteen minutes later, our progress hindered by my sky high boots my feet are now complaining about...a lot! Unfortunately, Pier Park closed early for the night, scuttling our plans to take a few rides on the Ferris Wheel. Daniel must read my mind—or be an Empath—because without saying a word, he leads me over to an empty park bench. “Are your feet sore? Do you want to just take a slow walk around the pier?”
“Sounds good, but I’m going to take these torture devices off my feet,” I say, taking a seat and bending down to pull them off.
Daniel drops to his knees and wraps his fingers around my calf. “Let me.” Sliding his hand to my ankle, he unzips each boot and slides them off, one by one. Then, further proving he’s perfect, starts kneading the arches of my feet. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as I lean back against the bench and enjoy the blissful foot rub being given to me at the hands of a master.
“That feels so good,” I groan as he continues his massage. He turns his attention to my other foot, his touch on my skin so light, yet it burns straight through me in a direct line to my core. This date has been the most drawn out foreplay I’ve ever experienced. I almost don’t want it to end. Who would’ve thought?
Once he’s finished, he stands up, holding my super pretty boots in one hand while pulling me to my feet with the other. “Feeling better?” he asks, kissing my temple.
“You’re a savant with those hands. I might keep you stashed in the corner of my bedroom as my personal foot massage slave,” I say with a laugh.
His eyes grow dark, full of hunger and desire. “You wouldn’t have to force me to serve you in your bedroom, Mac.”
“Just the idea of it makes me hot,” I reply, fanning my face and earning a chuckle from my date.
We slowly start walking down the path, Daniel’s arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close. It feels nice; maybe too nice. Why is my heart racing and why am I suddenly nervous? Daniel Winters is just a man. Granted, a hot as hell one whom I just happen to be dating…
No. Not dating. Casually meeting once or twice a week and kissing frequently, and hopefully soon to be sleeping with. That’s not dating. No commitment. No expectations. No chance of him dictating my life.
“Relax, Mac,” the superhero mind reader murmurs, pressing his lips to my hair. “We’re just walking. I’m not going to throw you on the ground and have my way with you here and now. Not the first time, anyway.”
His words are my salve, and I instantly melt back into him. There’s something about his voice that soothes me, somehow manages to calm me down when a freak out is pending. It’s like he can sense my skittishness and knows when to tread lightly. How can this man know me so well after three dates? Well, four if you count his impromptu deli lunch on Monday.
“It’s been four dates,” I blurt out, not realizing what I’m saying until it’s too late. Damn my broken brain to mouth filter. Daniel’s step falters and he slowly turns to face me, the grin on his face unmistakable.
“And?” he says, closing the distance between us, his darkened gaze switching between my eyes and my suddenly parched mouth.
“That means we can do whatever we want to do to each other,” I reply, my lips slowly curve into a wry smirk.
He tilts his head to the side in that cute way he does. “Why are we still on the pier again and not naked, or semi-naked, or at least some place where I can do more than just kiss you?”
“You tell me and we’ll both know.”
He quirks a brow. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s closer.”
“Let’s go.” His voice is gruff as he grabs my hand and turns us around, hurrying toward the nearest cab rank.
As soon as I lead Daniel into my bedroom, I find myself pinned against the wall, his hard body pressed firmly against mine as he ravages my mouth with a hunger most women only fantasize about. I return his kiss with fervor, releasing a few weeks’ worth of pent up sexual frustration into our kiss. His hands cradle my head as his tongue expertly explores my mouth. I shift my hands down his arms wanting to touch him, brand him like he has done to me so many times before. I can’t get enough as we rip each other’s clothes off. Two and half weeks—nineteen long days without nakedness, without an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced—has led us to this moment. It may be our first time together, but there is no time for seduction or niceties.
After pulling my top over my head and throwing it over his head, he drops to his knees in front of me. My breathing is reduced to small pants and I whimper as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, deftly undoing them and pulling them down to the ground along with my lacy thong. Without making me wait any longer, he moves in, nuzzling the inside of my thigh and drags his lips against my skin, spreading my legs wider with his hands.
Then his tongue is on me, flicking over my hardened clit. Waves of pleasure roll through me. God, it has definitely been way too long since I visited O-town. With one hand braced on the wall above my head and the other tugging on Daniel’s hair, I roll my hips against his mouth and moan low and loud. The things this man can do with his tongue should be studied and documented. For God’s sake, he should give lessons!
He continues to edge me higher and higher, my leg now hooked over his shoulder tensing and near on strangling him. “Daniel. Damn. Please.”
“Yeah, gorgeous. God you taste good,” he murmurs. He moves one of his hands between my legs, inching a lone finger inside me, then two, both stroking in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit.
“More,” I pant. He speeds up, thrusting inside me in an unstoppable rhythm, my hips moving with him, pressing harder, rolling faster. My entire body is on fire and every nerve is sparking, making me want to climb out of my skin. “Ahh, Daniel!” I cry out as he pushes a third finger in and rakes his teeth against my throbbing clit, throwing me headfirst into a mind bending climax that makes my legs buckle, my eyes water, and my throat hoarse.
“Damn, I’ll never get enough of your taste, Mac. You’re like the finest champagne, and all I want to do is get drunk on you.”
“Mmm,” I murmur, trying to gather my senses and return my breathing to something resembling normal. His words are making it hard to keep a clear head around him.
“Now, for the main course,” he announces, confidently rising to his feet while pulling his pants down and pushing them away from us on the floor. I take a moment to admire his naked form. Just looking at him has my engine firing and ready to go again.
“Maybe I should say thank-you first.” I kiss him hard and deep as I push him back toward my wooden four-post bed.
“I’m never going to say no to that, Mac,” he rasps. “Just kissing that mouth of yours drives me crazy.” The back of his knees hit the bed and he flops down onto the mattress. Propping himself up on his elbows, he shoots me a sexy smirk, raking his eyes over me from head to toe, his caramel eyes flashing with heat as he goes.
I’ve always loved giving head to a man. There is something powerful and thrilling about being able to bring even the most domineering men to their knees.
I slowly bend down at the waist, lightly licking his tip with the flat of my tongue, earning an encouraging groan from him. I look up as I take him in my mouth and find his gaze pinned to the mirror behind me, giving him a clear view of everything I have to offer in all its naked glory. I continue to deep throat his shaft, swallowing around his cock, my throat tightening around the head before I lift up again and suck in some much needed air. Then I rinse and repeat, bobbing up and down and pursing my lips to add more friction. Unable to ignore the pulsing need deep in my core, I run one of my hands down my body, settling between my legs and using my fingers to show him in the mirror exactly where I want him to be, and soon.
“Holy shit, Mac. That is… the hottest thing… I’ve ever… seen. Fucking… beautiful,” he groans before throwing his head back and growling when his hard length hits the back of my mouth again. I repeat my bedroom party trick, as my fingers rake gently across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making his muscles shake. Humming against his skin, the vibrations coursing through both of us, I get wetter, more turned on than ever. I’m actually close to getting off from going down on him which has never happened before. I swear to God that I could keep working his cock and with one touch to my clit, I’d be going off like a rocket on the fourth of July.
“I need to be inside you, Mac. Like, about five fucking minutes ago,” Daniel spits out then his hands are on my hips and he’s pulling me over him. I lean over him and reach for a condom out of my nightstand, moaning as he wraps his lips around one of my nipples and draws deep. Sitting back on his thighs, I rip the foil wrapper and pinch the end before rolling the thin latex down his cock, wrapping my fist around him and giving a few hard, long strokes from base to tip.
“Damn,” he growls out. I brace my hands on his chest, his hands framing my hips as he lifts me up, I reach down and notch the head of his cock at my entrance, then slowly sink down onto him, taking him inside and closing my eyes to absorb just how fucking great it feels to be filled by him.
I lean forward and kiss him, attacking his mouth just as he does the same, battling with his tongue for control as my body adjusts to him. He bucks his hips while I bear down onto him, matching his thrusts, pushing him deeper into me. He moves his arms, securing one around my waist to control me while his other hand moves between us to stroke my clit.
“I want you to come with me, babe. At the same fucking time,” he says between hard and fast thrusts in and out of me. I have no control over the sounds escaping my mouth, This is unadulterated pure heaven, and I don’t want it to end. I could stay attached to this man’s body forever, giving in to the continuous orgasms I know he’ll give me.
“You’re close,” he pants, pushing deeper as I grind down harder. “Oh, yeah you are. I can feel you strangling my cock.” I moan at his dirty words. There is something about the words tight, cock and pussy that always fires me up in the heat of the moment. But out of Daniel’s mouth, they reach a whole other level and throw me over the edge.
“Yes. Harder. Don’t stop. Fuck!” I cry out. I come with one last push, driving him to the hilt as his climax slams into him.
Collapsing onto his chest, I lie there as his whole body shakes as the last effects of his orgasm leave his body.
“Damn, gorgeous, it’s never going to be bad with you, is it?” he says breathlessly.
“I aim to please, Superman,” I sigh happily as I try to reclaim my equilibrium which scattered the moment I came hard around him.
After a while, I roll to the side and Daniel goes to my bathroom to take care of the condom, before returning to the bed, naked as the day he was born. Crawling under the covers, he pulls me tight against him and slides his arm under my pillow. When my front is plastered to his, he rests his hand on my bare hip, cloaking me in warmth.
“Mind if I stay?” he murmurs sleepily, lightly tracing circles with his thumb on my skin, sending divine tingles throughout my orgasm wracked body.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere right now,” I mumble against his chest, beyond exhausted.
His answering chuckle vibrates against my cheek. “Good, cause there’s nowhere else I want to be.”
What scares me most is how true his last statement is for me too.