lated, the thud of the beat rising, the bass rocking the place in miniquakes with each strum. But it wasn’t just the music. It was the blood hurtling in her arteries, the heartbeats thundering in her chest, each shuddering through her marrow.
She pulled at his hair with all her strength. “Your name, dammit. Give it to me.”
He shuddered as he snapped his head up. “Vidar. Now give it back to me. Moan it. And when I’m riding you, scream it.”
She moaned it as he commanded, with a sound she’d never produced, wanton and wild. Every inch of her felt as if it would spontaneously combust. She ground herself against him, crazy for the next level of his onslaught.
He gave it to her, rubbed against her to the escalating rhythm. The abrasion of his hard flesh through her clothes, with that intricate snake locket nestled in his silky chest hair, turned her nipples into pinpoints of agony.
“Vidar,” she moaned his name again into his lips, the sensuality and distinction of it adding to her aroused distress.
He obeyed her unspoken demand, yanked up her skirt, cupped her buttocks and opened her core. She keened as she snatched glances to each side where he wasn’t shielding her from view. No one was looking their way in the light-pulsing darkness. Maybe because many where engaged in as licentious behavior. Or maybe because…
He angled her hips, and through her silk, soaked panties, wrapped her feminine lips around the girth bulging through his leather pants and she stopped caring about everything but what he was doing to her. She was inflamed, teetering on the brink, the tightness in her loins a stroke away from snapping….
She snatched her mouth away. “Stop…you’ll make me come….”
He didn’t stop, ground into her, gyrating his hardness against her core. Then it was too late.
Orgasm ripped through her, the coil of need inside her recoiling as it unwound in lash after lash of release, shock waves that rippled and widened until they drowned her, body and mind.
The cacophony enveloping them receded. She could hear only his rough encouragements and her sharp cries of release as he raised her and slid her down his body, had her riding his erection through the barriers of clothing, completing her orgasm.
She finally slumped in his arms, her heart slowing into the sluggish rhythm of satisfaction, all tension dissolved, the warmth of sexual bliss flooding her every nerve.
The moment she regained a measure of volition, she smacked him. On that chest she’d just finished writhing in ecstasy against. “I told you to stop.”
He thrust teasingly at her again, eliciting another shuddering aftershock from her body. “And deprive myself of watching you come all over me from just a couple of kisses and grinds? I’m not into self-denial.”
She smacked him again, harder now, this time digging her fingers into his muscles, tweaking the dark gold hair adorning his burnished beauty. “I want to come all over you for real.”
He groaned as she twisted harder. “You will. I’m not leaving you until I’ve made you come half a dozen times. At least. And half of those will be all over me ‘for real.’” His fingers sought her still-pulsing core. “That was to get you warmed up.” He glided two fingers along her feminine lips. She whimpered as the post-orgasm sensitivity gave way to renewed arousal. It took him just a few strokes to have her aroused out of her mind again.
“Now to get you ready to accommodate me.”
She nipped his cleft chin, tried to reach down to release him. “I appreciate the concern, but any readier and I’ll revert to the protoplasmic state.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen, or felt, ready yet.” Then he plunged those fingers inside her.
She cried out at feeling their long, roughened thickness slide against her swollen flesh, braced herself between the inexorable surfaces sandwiching her, his torso and the wall, to give him full access, her ankles clamping his hips. She rode his fingers in escalating abandon, gasps bursting from her, pleasure accumulating as he went rougher, faster.
Just as she felt herself overloading, his thumb fondled firm circles on the knot where her nerves converged as his fingers beckoned inside her sheath. She started crying out when he dragged her head back by the hair, plunged his tongue inside her mouth, drinking her desperation, whispering gruffly, “Come for me again.”
She did, in one convulsion after another as waves of release buffeted her. Her inner muscles gripped and released his invading fingers, bathing them in an outpouring of pleasure she’d never known her body capable of.
She recovered from her latest bout of stupor only when he lowered her to straddle him in the booth.
She braced her shaking thighs on both sides of his, fumbling with his zipper. “Enough preparations. I want you inside me. And I want you hard and fast.”
His hands gripped hers as she tried to circumvent the huge obstacle of his erection. “Easy. Let me do this.”
She grinned into his eyes. “Afraid I might damage the goods?”
His smile was unadulterated smugness and sensual threat. “Easy is for your sake, not mine.”
She ground herself against him, the demand inside her pounding harder now, shaking her, as if the two mind-blowing orgasms had only fueled her lust. “So which part of ‘hard’ didn’t you get?”
“You’ll be the one to get it, as hard as you can stand. Just not to start with. I am not into inflicting pain, as I mentioned before. I’ll hurt you if I don’t go easy at first.”