His tongue ran across my lips and then dove through my folds, and I cried out. Sliding through to find my clit, he brushed across it, then began to lick, enticing me to give myself over to him. A finger, so thick and strong, entered me, and I moaned loudly. The finger began to slide in and out of me, the tip brushing along the top wall. My breath hitched, and I felt my voice rising in staccato groans.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged as his finger moved faster, his tongue matching the speed. I could feel the tension exploding inside me, built up for so long as I thought about him after our first time. I couldn’t contain myself, and I cried out. “Kane! Kane!” I cried as I came hard on his tongue.
My body writhed, and he held me down, not letting me move away from his touch. A long, high cry bubbled up from inside me as my toes curled, and I shook under his incredible, strong grip. Finally, he released me and stood, and my eyes rolled as I tried to catch my breath.
“Tell me you want me,” he grumbled as his lips moved up my body and back to my own. “Tell me.”
“I want you inside me,” I whispered hoarsely, my legs wrapping around his waist as he moved us further to the center of the bed and settled between them. “Please.”
His cock slid through my folds and pressed against my entrance for only a moment before driving deep inside me. The cry was caught in my throat as he kept pressing deeper and deeper until his hips reached mine, and I felt unbearably, impossibly full.
Grasping my hands in his, he pulled them up over my head and hovered above me. He was in total control, and I gave it willingly. His body smothered mine, and I licked his chest as he drove his cock deep inside me, tasting the sweat off his muscular pecs. His hands were clenched in mine and holding me down, pressing the backs of them into the mattress as he rocked back and forth.
His hips moved rhythmically, his cock driving deeper into me with each thrust, and I felt myself slip away into a blinding, passionate ecstasy. I could feel another climax on the horizon, and I leaned into it, not wanting to hold anything back.
Kane leaned back, letting go of my hands and taking my hips in his clutches. My eyes roamed his incredible body, the muscles flexing as he pulled me into him and fucked me harder with each moment. Our eyes locked onto each other, and I bit my lip in anticipation. I was close, and the wave of a powerful climax was just about to crash over me. A straining expression crossed his face. He was close too.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
His fingers dug into my skin as he yanked me back and forth, moving me with no resistance as his hips slammed into mine. I arched my back, my breasts rising into the air as my skin flushed. Kane’s head fell back as he got closer, his voice beginning to fill the room.
“Danica,” he groaned.
“Come with me,” I cried. “Come with me!”
The explosion of an earth-shattering orgasm followed the words from my mouth, and I felt my body clench. As it did, he exploded in a sensation of warmth in my pussy and sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything else in reality but him and I, our bodies, and our climax. He emptied himself into me, shaking as he thrust hard, my arms and legs wrapped around him tightly.
My pussy milked him until he was completely spent, and I felt the climax roll through me, sending waves of pleasure over and over in what felt like an endless loop. Finally, we settled, his body curling into mine and then rolling to his back so I could fold myself into his arms, my head on his chest and pressing my lips to his skin.
I hadn’t meant to do that.
Well, not exactly.
We really did need to talk still. Especially now. But hearing him be so open and vulnerable, after seeing him be so sweet and caring with Joker and his willingness to have me in his home to give me a chance to explain myself, it was too much. It short-circuited my brain. I had no way of controlling what happened after even if I wanted to.
I needed him. It was that simple. My body, my mind, all of me. I needed him, and he seemed to need me. What happened at the dinner table and everything after was an explosion of passion and desire. It wasn’t just me, which at least gave me some reason not to feel completely terrible. He didn’t respond like a wilting flower.