Dare Me (Take Me 2)

So her hand on his arm tugged, coaxing him closer. Until he went down on his forearm and their chests touched.

Ah, bliss…

Her fingers glided up to his shoulders, his neck, his hair. She threaded the lush strands as Damen continued to engage her in sexy kisses, continued to thrust leisurely into her, though with a hint of force, a hint of insistency.

Her hips moved in time with his. Her inner muscles squeezed him firmly, then relaxed. Then squeezed again.

“Damn, Nikki,” he said on one of those half-growls that turned her on even more. “You feel so incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever known.”

He kissed her tenderly…though even that intimate gesture was laced with a sense of restraint.

She mentally contended that he likely felt remiss for having bypassed the gentle lovemaking for a fast-and-hard fuck their first time. But she’d been the one to advocate for the latter, soo…

She’d tell him he had nothing to make up for and he could fuck her again. Except…the way he moved so smoothly, so rhythmically inside her, stroking her inner walls, rubbing her G-spot, pushing her higher and higher… Well, it was all too delicious for her to say a word.

His mouth left hers and skimmed along her throat, his teeth nipping, which sent electric currents straight to her core. Causing her to clench him again.

“Such a sweet, tight pussy,” he murmured against her neck. In Portuguese.

Nikki melted even more. “Oh, that is so damn sexy.”

“Talking dirty to you in a foreign language?”

“Mm, yes. And with that provocative accent that I can’t fully place.”

“Citizen of the world, remember?”

“Who knows how to please a woman.”

He glanced up at her. “This woman.”

“Definitely this woman.” She was about to come again, after all.

As though sensing this, he let that hint of force, that hint of insistency take over.

He plunged deeper, with heartier strokes. Pushing the air right from her lungs.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “Oh, God, yes.”

His mouth went back to wreaking sexy havoc on her throat. His thrusts inside her turned shorter, fiercer, sending her right to the brink again.

“Damen,” she said on a whimper. Her hands shifted to his ass and she gripped his cheeks, as best as she could, and kept him glued to her while silently urging him to fuck her harder.

He did.

His low, primal groans mingled with her rasping breaths. His head dipped lower and the tip of his tongue flitted over her taut nipple, making it throb as vibrantly as her pussy.

“Oh, my God,” she muttered. Then caught her bottom lip with her teeth as the pressure inside her mounted, as the tingling of her nipples added to her pleasure, as everything inside her swelled to a decadent level that momentarily held her spellbound.

Then he thrust deep, hitting that glorious spot just right—and Nikki lost it completely.

She cried out as she came, riding the rush of heat and the high-voltage zings. Giving herself over to the raw intensity radiating from Damen that heightened her awareness of him and made her climax even more powerful. Prolonged it, even, while she clutched him so tight, he snapped as well. And called her name as he came, once again filling her with his essence. It flowed thick and hot through her, like a wave of magma.

And Nikki came again.

It wasn’t until after they showered—and did it in there, too—and were changing into fresh clothes when Nikki suddenly thought to tell Damen, “I have an IUD, just so you know.”

He stared blankly at her for a few seconds. Closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, then pinned her with an intent look. “How did I fucking not think of a condom?” His gorgeous blue irises clouded. “I have never forgotten a condom.”