The Pleasure Principle

D.T. stood, towering over her, then he leaned down, his lips hovering close to hers. “You inspire me.”

Her gaze dropped to his lips, so close she could feel them brush against hers as she asked, “Feeling particularly inspired tonight?”

“Oh, yeah.” His hands gripped her hips just as his mouth pressed to hers. His kiss was as hot and demanding as always. Yet it held a hint of something darker, something needier. A mixture Gizelle couldn’t quite define but which enticed her and excited her nonetheless.

Territorial. That’s what his kiss conveyed. As though he alone possessed her and wouldn’t allow anyone else to.

A message for Trey?

Desire flooded her veins all over again, running thick and molten, because she remembered how thrilling it was to imagine both men pleasuring her. But D.T. wanted her all to himself. There was something equally thrilling about that, too. Entrancing, really, with the way his possessiveness seeped through her from head to toe, making her think of all the nights she’d spent with D.T. All the naughty things he’d done to her.

Gizelle wanted him to do those things to her tonight. Lord, how she wanted him!

Shifting out of his embrace so that she could slip off the desk, her hands went to work on his clothing, stripping away his shirt and tossing it aside. As he toed off his boots, she worked the fastenings on his leather pants and within seconds, D.T. was gloriously naked in front of her.

Exactly how she wanted him.

He grinned at her. “Impatient tonight.”

She nodded. She could barely breathe, she was so in need of him. Whatever their differences, she had no trouble overcoming them and letting go of her inhibitions when she was with D.T. He assaulted her senses on every level so that she felt consumed by him. Drawn to him. Drowning in the essence of him.

Her fingers itched to touch him, her tongue begged to taste him.

And her pussy ached for him. She needed him deep inside her, pounding hard, quelling her intense desire.

As he sank into one of the oversized chairs in front of his desk, he pulled Gizelle down with him. She straddled his lap as he pushed the thin material of her skirt up to her waist again. Then his large hands smoothed over her skin. Gizelle felt the heat of his touch all the way to the core of her being. He cupped her ass and squeezed hard, and she rubbed against his erection, allowing the length of him to tease her labia and drive her just a little bit wilder, make her just a little bit wetter.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she rode him slowly, loving the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against her opening. Her hips moved forward. And when they moved back, the smooth skin of his rock-hard erection stroked her in long, full movements and then targeted her clit. It felt better than just about anything else she’d ever experienced.

Except, of course, having D.T. inside her.

When his hands moved to her hips and he forced her to pick up the pace a little, Gizelle felt her orgasm build again. Her gaze locked with his, and his looked just as dazed, just as seductive as she was sure hers did. Her lips parted. Her breath came in heavier pulls, causing her breasts to rise and fall. D.T.’s eyes slipped down her neck to her chest in such a sensuous way, she felt the intimate gesture as though it were a physical one.

She rocked against him, not yet taking him inside her body. Her eyelids fluttered closed and a soft moan fell from her lips.

“I’m going to come soon,” she told him in a soft, yet tight, voice.

D.T. groaned. “You’re hot and wet, sweetheart.” His hands gripped her a bit more firmly. “I want you hotter. Wetter.”

A wicked thrill shot through Gizelle and her fingertips pressed deeper into his broad shoulders.

“And then what?” she whispered, her eyes still closed, her body still raging with excitement as she stood on that beautiful precipice of desire, anticipating the moment when she fell over. Craving it, but also keeping it at bay because D.T. felt so unbelievably good. She wanted to savor the moment as long as possible.

“Then I’m going to thrust into you so deep and so hard, you’ll come again.”

That was almost enough to push her over the edge. She let out a low groan, tightened her grip on his shoulders, and pressed herself more firmly against his thick cock. Her swollen lips slicked over his shaft from base to tip and back. His soft pubic hair teased her sensitive skin, adding another erotic sensation to the ones that already consumed her.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” she whispered in his ear. Then her mouth grazed his, teasing him, as her tongue darted out and flicked over his lips.

“You’re testing my restraint,” he told her in a tight voice.

Gizelle smiled. “And you’re driving me wild.” As her clit reached the tip of his cock again, he held her in place and shifted slightly beneath her, rubbing himself against the ultra-sensitive nub until Gizelle was panting harshly. Her back arched. He caught a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he stroked her clit.

Gizelle’s hands left his shoulders and her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh, God.” She moaned deep in her throat on a broken breath, knowing there was no way to hold back the wave of desire that threatened to crash over her.

One hand moved from her hip to the breast he wasn’t teasing with his tongue. His thumb swept over the taut peak as he continued to suck the other one. Gizelle bucked against him, finding just the right spot.

“Oh, fuck,” she said as all the intense feelings collided inside her. The explosion made her cry out in sheer ecstasy. But before the sensations dimmed, D.T. shifted beneath her again until his cock pressed against her opening. He thrust upward, pushing deep into her. Gizelle cried out again.