The thud of boots and the shifting of clothing sounded out from behind her, but the next thing Dani felt was not what she expected. Sean’s big hands landed on her ass and spread her open, and then his mouth was all over every intimate part of her. Licking and tonguing her pussy, lapping at her clit, pushing into her rear and making her gasp and writhe. It’d been years since anyone had taken her there, but it had always driven her wild. And God but remembering how much she’d always loved being played with and fucked there ratcheted up her arousal, her lust, her need.
For Sean.
So damn quickly, Dani’s body was shaking and trembling, but she couldn’t do anything to drive herself closer to orgasm because his big arms had her thighs pinned to the side of the bed, and his hands held her ass right where he wanted it, right where he had full access to every secret part of her. “Sean.” She swallowed hard, so freaking needy. “Please.”
There was a click and then something cool at her rear entrance. His fingers swirled in the slickness before one pushed inside her ass. “Please, what?” he asked. Not that he waited for her answer, because his mouth was back between her legs, licking and sucking and fucking her pussy with his tongue as his finger gently slid deeper into her rear.
Her hands fisted in the sheets. “Oh, Jesus fuck. Please make me come.”
Teeth nipped at her ass. “Fuck, you beg so pretty.”
“You’ll not only say it, Dani. You’ll beg me for it.”
Dani groaned at the memory of his taunt and managed to rasp, “Don’t get used to it.”
Sean’s chuckle was full of smug sin, but she could hardly complain about that when one of his hands forced her back to arch more, tilting her ass further up and allowing him to work the hard suction of his mouth around her clit. As he sucked her off, he flicked his tongue against her clit in a fast, maddening rhythm that had her holding her breath and straining. But it was him fucking her ass with that finger in a sudden fast in-and-out that had her tensing, then coming and coming, releasing a muffled scream against his bed that left her dizzy and floating.
She’d barely come down from the exquisite soaring high of her orgasm before Sean was easing his finger from her. A wrapper crinkled, and then the head of his cock was at her pussy, teasing and tormenting her as he let his length slide through the wetness he’d worked out of her.
“I fuckin’ love the sound of you coming, Daniela. Makes me so hard.” His cock penetrated her, letting her feel just how hard he was. And so thick that not a single part of her felt empty. Not a single one. And she could’ve cried from the goodness of it.
The rightness of it.
The I’ve-missed-this-so-much of it.
And she could’ve kissed him when he didn’t give her a chance to think about those thoughts, because just then he grasped the now bunched-up mini-skirt around her waist and used it to pull her back to meet his demanding thrusts. Sean didn’t build up to fucking her. No. He fucked her like he somehow knew she needed to be fucked. Hard. Demanding. Deep. Overwhelming in the most perfect of ways. All Dani could do was moan at the sheer pleasure coursing through her.
“Hands at your lower back,” he growled, his hips slapping against her ass.
Electricity danced down Dani’s spine as she did what he said. Anticipation flooded through her as one of his big hands pinned her wrists. She was well and truly held down. Totally under Sean’s control. And it was freaking glorious.
Dani was the one using Sean, but she felt used in return. Not in a way that took advantage, but in a way that was about two people finding something they needed in someone else. Which was when Dani realized that she wanted Sean to find pleasure in her. Solace if he could. Distraction if that was what he needed.
All of it. She wanted him to find that in her. With her.
His thrusts filled her and rocked her body roughly against the messy covers, creating a delicious friction against her nipples and clit. She gave herself over to the pleasure and moaned at how good Sean felt. His hands at her wrists and using the skirt as if he was riding her. His big thighs colliding with the backs of her legs. His heat setting off a fire inside her.
When Dani could manage to think at all, she had flashes of their night. Of the way Sean had looked when he’d arrived at the restaurant. On the surface, he’d been his usual smiling, outgoing self. But exhaustion hung around his eyes. And he’d tuned so far out when they were ordering that he hadn’t heard three of them saying his name.