DanielsSurrender (6 page)

Pressing light butterfly kisses to the corners of his lips
and the underside of his jaw, Shannon tilted her head to admire the prize she’d
revealed. Matthew was tall and muscular, built lean like a swimmer. His skin,
bronzed by the sun, was like golden velvet under her hands. His chest was
smooth and hairless except for a scattering of silky strands surrounding his
nipples, and a thin, silky trail twining around his navel and arrowing down
beneath the waistband of his pants.

Pulling his shirt free of his pants, Shannon continued her
exploration with hands and lips. Spreading her fingers wide, she ran both palms
up his sides. When she danced her fingertips over the ridges of his ribs,
Matthew shifted, pushing into her touch. When she ran curious fingertips over
his chocolaty nipples, he arched into her hands like a well-petted cat.

Exploring, she swept her hands up and over his shoulders. It
seemed decadent beyond words having the freedom to run her hands all over
Matthew’s body. She drank him in through the surface of her palms, memorizing
every detail of his texture.

Sliding her hands down his arms, she began removing his
shirt. When it stuck at the wrists, she lifted first one hand and then the
other to deal with his cufflinks. Lifting his hands one at a time, Shannon
pressed hot, wet kisses into his palms, and drew the tip of each finger into
her mouth for a brief suck as she worked the chunks of platinum loose, freeing
his hands.

Once his shirt was out of the way, she had much more to
explore. Sliding around behind him, Shannon went on tiptoe and gathered his
loose hair together and to the side, baring the nape of his neck. Stretching as
high as she could reach, feeling her nipples drag over his smooth skin with
each breath, Shannon ran her tongue over the back of Matthew’s neck, swirling
around each knob of his spine, paying special attention to the scattered red
marks and bruises suggesting rough love-play.

She continued her torture, dragging her nails lightly down
either side of his spine while her tongue played with each vertebra. He tasted
of salt, and when she reached the small of his back, he arched and let slip a
low moan of pleasure that arrowed directly between Shannon’s legs.

Remaining behind him, Shannon reached around to toy with the
closure of his trousers. Accidentally on purpose she fumbled, stroking over his
cock and brushing against his balls. For the first time Matthew moved, clasping
one hand over hers, locking her in place.

“If you touch me there, I’ll come right now, and I’m not
ready to.” He kept his voice at a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the spell
she was weaving as she cherished his body.

She didn’t answer, but she did move her hands to the safer
territory of his thin black belt. With nimble fingers she plucked at the
buckle, and then at the fastener of his pants.

She dropped to her knees behind him as she slid his pants
and briefs down in one smooth movement. When they landed to puddle at his
ankles, he moved without prompting to step out of them and kick the lot away.

Shannon knelt behind him, lost in sensory overload at the
reality of Matthew’s nude body. Wrapping her hands around his thighs, she
rested her cheek on the hair-roughened skin just below his left buttocks and
enjoyed the sensation of his heat sinking into her own skin.

Leaning back, she took a moment to cup her palms over the
hard, round globes of his ass. There were bruises here too, as though someone
had held his hips, digging into his skin in violent passion. Shannon was pretty
sure she knew where these marks had come from, and the idea of Daniel clutching
at Matthew while lost in his own pleasure sent a frisson of electricity from
her nipples to her clit.

Pressing her face again into the small of his back, Shannon
let her hot breath wash over his skin. Carefully avoiding his cock, which was
bobbing upward somewhere in the vicinity of his navel, and his testes, which
had drawn up like little apricots and looked painfully aroused, she wrapped her
hands around the tops of his thighs and dragged her nails down their inner
surface with a tantalizing bite of pain.

Matthew arched into her touch once again before reaching
over his head in a luxurious stretch ending with him dragging his fingers
through his hair. The look of him left her breathless and Shannon found herself
back on her feet and facing him in less time than it took for her to jerk in
enough oxygen to keep from getting dizzy.

Chapter Seven

Matt’s eyes met hers, and Shannon felt as if she was looking
into his very soul. The smoky-blue color that gave away his passion was a mere
rim around liquid black pupils. Shannon panted, desperate for air, and leaned
forward to run her tongue over one hard nipple.

Mouth occupied, she reached for the button of her jeans,
quickly yanking it loose and pushing the confining material down her hips,
causing them to slide down and land with a soft thump at her feet.

Licking her way from one nipple to the other, she toed off
her sneakers and socks. As Matthew caught her head in his hands, bringing her
lips up to his, she was kicking her pants aside and reaching for the hem of her
tank top. Pulling back from his mouth, Shannon caught his eyes and drew the
thin cotton top over her head, tossing it aside.

She stood naked before him, letting him look his fill. She’d
never done that before, never trusted a lover enough to be completely exposed,
flaws and all. Now, looking into Matthew’s eyes, all she saw was approval and
need. And heat.

Reaching for her hand, Matthew led her up a short flight of
stairs and into his bedroom. He pressed the dimmer switch as they entered,
filling it with a warm golden glow, and drew her gently to the bed, helping her
to slide over the black satin duvet so she could recline in the center.

Shannon shifted, enjoying the cool satin at her back.
Matthew stood by the bed, his burning eyes moving over her body with almost
physical weight. Finally he placed one knee on the bed, crawling toward her
like a giant jungle cat. He stopped when he was directly over her, straddling
her hips, lips even with hers.

This kiss was his, and it wasn’t gentle. She’d burned all
the gentleness out of him with the flame of her touch. In its place was a naked
wanting that wouldn’t be denied. With one hand he cupped her jaw, holding her
lips open for his invasion. His mouth ravished hers, tongue thrusting and
tangling against hers until she was dizzy with need.

Filled with his scent and taste, Shannon arched against him.
She needed the drag of his chest over her bare breasts. She needed his skin
pressed against the agonizing tightness of her nipples. As she twisted in his
arms, Matthew moved to grasp her wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side
of her head, and the small bondage ramped her arousal still higher.

He crouched over her, a sexual beast in total control.
Desperate for more, Shannon wriggled free of his grasp and wrapped her arms
around his ribs, hooking her hands up around the backs of his shoulders.
Digging her heels into the bed, she pushed up into his body, stroking into
rock-hard muscle and silken flesh. At the same time, she drew his tongue into
her mouth, starting a suction that jerked a groan from deep in his chest.

Matthew dragged his mouth from hers only to run his tongue
down the length of her neck. He painted swirling designs over her collarbone
before tracing a line straight down the slope of her breast and running his
tongue in circles around one taut nipple. As she gasped and arched, he drew the
bud between his lips and began sucking a little more roughly. She watched his
jaw work, saw the fall of his hair over her skin, felt his tongue pressing her
aching flesh against the roof of his mouth, and nearly came right then. Back
and forth he moved, first sucking one nipple, then nibbling the other, until
Shannon thought she would go insane with wanting him.

It had been a nearly silent seduction, punctuated with gasps
and moans, but few words. Dragging his hands down the inner surface of her
arms, Matthew lifted his head, releasing one swollen nipple with a pop. He
lifted up enough to work his knees in between her thighs and spoke against her
vibrating flesh.

“You taste so amazing.” He licked at the hollow of her
throat, causing her breath to catch. “I want to taste every inch of you.” He
flicked her earlobe with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

“I want to bury my tongue in your creamy little pussy.” Two
long fingers burrowed into her narrow, slippery opening. “I want to suck your
clit until you scream.” He swirled his fingertips over her clit before catching
it between them for a light squeeze, yanking a squeak of surprised pleasure
from her.

“That’s no scream, baby.” He squeezed again, and this time
she obliged him with a low wail of ecstasy. “I want to slide my tongue into
your tiny little hole, and suck every bit of honey you’ve got.” Those wicked
fingers slid into her sheath, stretching her almost painfully. She arched into
his hand and he ground his palm over her aching clit.

“I want to do all those things.” He bit lightly at her
collarbone, leaving a faint red mark. “I will do all those things.” He sucked
at the tiny bruise, and she writhed as the sensation shot through her body.
“But not now.” He paused to lap delicately at her nipples, and Shannon sobbed
out an aching breath as he slid his fingers from her convulsing pussy. “Now,
you’ve got me so wound all I can do is bury myself
all
,” he grasped his
cock, dragging it through the scalding wet heat of her labia until the
sensitive crest butted up against her clit, “the way in your tiny little body.”
He dragged the huge knob of his cock back down, setting it against the narrow
opening of her sheath.

“Are you ready for me?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but began a slow invasion that
ravished Shannon’s senses. Twisting from side to side, he worked the widest
part of his cock through the narrowest part of her opening, and paused,
panting.

“So hot.” He moved deeper. “So tight.” And deeper still. “So
fucking good.” He plunged home, dragging a broken cry from deep in Shannon’s
chest.

At first he didn’t thrust. He pulsed. He stirred. He rubbed
the length of his cock along the sensitive inner tissues of her sheath,
stimulating nerves she didn’t even know existed. When he did thrust, he started
slow. Long, aching retreats. Powerful, irresistible penetrations. Shannon
groaned with each surge, arching into him and finally wrapping one leg around
his lean hips.

He picked up speed, and the strength of his hips moved them
up the bed. Grunting, he flattened one palm in the small of her back, steadying
her as he powered in. With his free hand he pulled her other leg around his
waist.

“Hold on to me,” he rasped in her ear, and she wrapped both
arms around his neck, burying her face in the damp fall of his hair.

Hips working like a piston, he drew his legs in, knees up
for leverage, and let the beast go. The change in position had the base of his
cock grinding against her clit with every thrust. His hips were a blur, and
each movement stroked her from the inside out, dragging incoherent cries from
her throat.

His lips caught hers in a kiss so carnal, so blatantly
sexual, that she thought she’d turn to ash. When he raised his head, his eyes
met hers, blistering in their intensity.

“I need you to come now.” And she could feel it, just
seconds away. “Now.” His voice was sharper. “Dammit, Shannon, come now.”

And she did. It racked her from the inside out, an orgasm
like none she’d ever experienced before. She could feel the muscles of her
vagina clenching around his cock and the sensation of him, of herself breaking
around him, sent a tidal wave of fresh convulsions through her. Her nails
scored his back, and she felt his primeval growl of response rumble through her
own body.

She shuddered in the grip of a devastating pleasure for what
seemed like hours, until finally her vision grayed and she slumped back into
the softness of the comforter.

Moments later, Shannon realized Matthew was still inside
her, still moving, and still hard. She took a second to marvel that she could
have had such a soul-destroying orgasm and not have taken him with her, and
then dragged her eyes open to catch his expression.

His jaw was clenched so hard she was amazed it hadn’t
broken. He’d slowed his thrusts to prolong her orgasm, and now his body was so
tight she thought if she touched him, he might break.

Lightly running her hands down his sides, she cupped the
flexing muscles of his ass.

“It’s your turn now,” she whispered into the sweaty skin of
his neck. “I want to feel you come.” He jerked, and his strokes lost their
smooth rhythm. “Just let go, Matt.”

His final thrust ground his pubic bone hard on her clit and,
in combination with his seemingly endless spurts of scalding sperm and the
expression of agonized pleasure on his beautiful face, threw Shannon back into
the storm of passion, convulsing over him even harder than before, until at
last they collapsed, boneless and breathless, against the bed.

Sometime later, though Shannon couldn’t have said when,
Matthew drew out of her and slid to her side. Before she could fully wake, he’d
gathered her in his arms, dragging the comforter from beneath her. Settling her
into the curve of his body, he spooned her against him and let the blanket
drift down to cover them like a warm cloud.

* * * * *

Pearly-gray light glowed in the window when she awoke again.
This time she woke to the featherlight strokes of his tongue on the swollen
flesh of her pussy. When he saw she was awake, he deepened his touch, drawing
moisture from her opening before setting up a gentle suction on her clit.

When her body began to shudder, Matthew slid smoothly up the
length of her and then slid snugly into her slick sheath in one luscious
stroke. The loving was slower this time, and gentle. The orgasm, when it came,
washed over her in ripples of pleasure, bringing tears to her eyes.

“I didn’t use anything.”

The alarm had gone off a good ten minutes ago, waking them
both from a passion-drugged sleep, but Matthew showed no signs of leaving the
warmth of the bed.

“I’m on the Pill,” she replied, knowing an unplanned
pregnancy was the least of the problems that could result from their
carelessness.

“I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid!”

She pulled out of his arms enough to roll and face him. He
wore a look of utter self-disgust.

“You’re clean?” She kept her voice level, reasonable.

“Yeah,” he grumbled.

“I’m clean, too.”

“Of course you are. But you shouldn’t just take my word for
it.” He didn’t sound particularly happy.

“But I do.” And yeah, she knew it was ridiculously naive,
but there it was.

“Right. Okay. That’s good.” He sounded relieved, but not as
relieved as she’d expected.

“So it’s all good.”

“It was still a fucking stupid thing to do.”

“Yeah, it was.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Get tested
and bring me a clean bill of health.” He raised his eyebrows. “I like feeling
you come in me.”

This time, they remembered the condom.