“Dane. Christ. I love this. You are so damn talented.”
He rimmed my opening with his tongue; then it pressed inside me. I gasped. My body jerked.
“Oh, yes. God, yes, Dane.”
He went back to the wicked flicking of the tip of his tongue against my clit. He eased a finger into my pussy and pumped steadily, making me whimper, making my pulse soar.
I quaked under his expert touch, my lids drifting closed. My chest heaved and my breasts felt tender, heavy. My puckered nipples tingled and ached for his attention, but I was held enrapt by the way he diligently licked my pussy. He worked in a second finger and stroked forcefully, pushing me right to the edge.
I let out a throaty moan as the pressure built within me. Dane picked up the pace and suckled my clit again as his fingers drove deep.
“That’s perfect,” I rasped. “So fantastic. God … Oh, God! I’m going to come.” The erotic sensations swelled, then burst wide open, burning through me. “Dane!”
I came on a fevered rush that stole my breath and sent tremors tearing through my body. Little white orbs flashed behind my closed lids.
“Holy cow,” I whispered. “Unbelievable.”
I opened my eyes and found him watching me, a hint of satisfaction in his smoldering eyes, but mostly I saw the need to be inside me.
I relinquished my grip on his shoulder and crooked a finger at him. “Come here. Let me show you how much I appreciate the effort you put into getting me off.”
He slipped from the bed and divested himself of his briefs. I crawled toward the edge of the mattress and eyed his thick, erect shaft. I licked my lips, finding him tempting, tantalizing.
My fingers encircled the base of his cock. I ran my tongue along one side of him, up to the tip. Then swirled around the crown, causing him to pull in a harsh breath. I closed my mouth over him and took him deep, sucking hard.
“Oh, yeah,” he said in a gruff voice. “Just like that.”
His fingers tangled in my hair. He rocked slightly, pumping into my mouth.
“Baby. Goddamn, you get me going.”
I cupped his balls and gently rolled as I continued sucking him.
After a few more seconds he pulled away. “I want to come inside you.” His tone was dark and sexy. My pussy ached for him.
I stared up at him and fluttered my lashes. “You can have me however you want me.”
* * *
It was the next morning, after Dane had made love to me again, and I lay on top of him, boneless and euphoric, when I said, “I didn’t get around to telling you my news.”
His fingertips stroked my spine. I was propped up by my forearms on his chest as I gazed at him.
He said, “I figured you’d get to it after two or three orgasms.”
“Try four.”
“Not even a personal best.” He made a soft tsking sound. “I’m slacking off.”
With a smile, I assured him, “Each one was more spectacular than the last. I’m quite pleased.”
He chuckled. “Okay, then. Give me your news.”
I took a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. “I told you I wanted to give you something, Dane. That something is 10,000 Lux.”
He stared at me, the wheels in his mind clearly spinning, though he didn’t appear to latch on to a sane explanation for what I’d just sprung on him.
I said, “I have documentation that shows the land and the hotel were willed to me when you ‘died,’ and I gave that documentation to the original engineer and architectural teams and told them I wanted to rebuild the lobby, offices, and suites that were destroyed. I want to open the Lux, Dane. For you.”