Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

I was toweling off another day in the sun when I caught Daniello staring at me. He was gloriously naked with his hand clasped behind his head on the king bed I was sure they would have to replace when we checked out. Squeezing the water out of my hair, I gave him a small smile.

“What?”

“Are you happy with this vacation?”

I sat bare next to him, the towel in my lap forgotten. My breath hitched, and it had everything to do with the intensity in his eyes. But it was more emotion than heat.

“I think you know that answer.”

My belly fluttered as his eyes implored mine. “If I have made you feel . . . alone . . .” He faltered as he swall

owed hard. It was an apology.

He grabbed the hand on my thigh and held it. I looked down at him with confusion. “What?”

“Lay here. With me.” It was a question and, of course, an order. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled me into his arms and buried his nose in my hair. I felt the need between us and some of the pain from missing him slip away as we drifted together into the darkness and both dreamed of light.

The morning of our last day, Daniello decided we would both be “fat as pigs” if we didn’t get in some rigorous exercise.

After breakfast, armed in matching island T-shirts, Daniello proceeded to strip me bare.

He pushed his well-used banana swim trunks down, his thick cock on proud display.

“I think we’ve covered this exercise.”

“Get on your knees, hands to the floor.” His eyes were fire as he commanded my attention with a simple change in tone.

On the floor, I waited with bated breath. Daniello moved behind me and pushed my thighs apart. I felt his breath tickle my sensitive flesh as he leaned in and darted his tongue out.

“Ah.”

I gripped the carpet as he slid the pad of his finger up my thigh while the ache began to build. He traced my entrance achingly slow before I felt his tongue flutter over my clit.

“Fuck.”

Silence behind me.

I hated that I couldn’t read his reaction to me. My legs began to shake as he licked me from bottom to top in one slow sweep. My knees buckled, and I was brought back up with commanding hands. A thick finger dipped in, penetrating me for mere seconds before the flick of his tongue replaced it.

“Jesus.” I ripped at the carpet as I fought my tongue to keep from begging.

Another slow lick had me reeling. I moaned out his name and felt the tickle of his hair as he nestled his head between my feet and brought me down to sit on his face.

“Oh GOD!” I rode his hungry mouth and felt his chest vibrate with satisfaction. Just as I was about to peak, he pulled away. “I love the taste of you.” He slapped my clit with his fingers, and I damned near hit the ceiling.

“Please.”

Daniello pulled me from the floor and flipped me to hover above him. I gripped his cock and centered myself. Just as the full feeling hit, my instinct to ride it out was cut short with a clipped order.

“Do not move.”

Daniello drew his knees up behind me, crossed his arms over his chest and pulled up so his breath hit my hardened nipples. My body jerked on top of him with every subtle thrust of his, hips in need of more friction. I was dripping while his cock pulsed with every movement. He was the picture of control as I fought my every instinct to move. He pulled up repeatedly, his stomach tensing, chest rippling, and robbed me of his feel, only to impale me when his back hit the floor. His dark eyes were fire as he worked his torso, his abs glistening, his eyes liquid pools of ink.

“Fuck.” I tilted my head back as he lifted up and captured my nipple between his teeth and bit down before he resumed his torture.

His thick cock slid slowly against my clit as I panted in wait. Unable to handle another second, I clawed at his chest as his hands gripped my ass and spread it.

Eyes locked, I pumped my body faster and harder than I ever thought possible. Daniello hissed as he gripped me in his hands and I rode him like a woman possessed.