She lost herself, spiraling out of control under her hand as she came. His dick pounded inside her until, with a final groan, he found his own release.
Panting into her shoulder, he stroked her a few more times before easing down onto the bed, cradling her body against his.
She took a few deep, satisfied breaths. Finally she said, “Well, that’ll leave a mark.”
He eased a possessive hand over her bruised hip.
They lay together for a few quiet minutes. Wendy got lost in them. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensations: the warmth of his body all along hers, the tingles that still ran up and down her arms, the shakiness she felt deep inside.
He murmured, “You’re uncharacteristically quiet, even for a quiet person.”
She snorted. “I just got my brains f**ked out. Give me a minute.”
He rolled away from her, off the bed. She bounced a little at the sudden shift of his weight. “I’ll give you five.” He smacked her ass.
“Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?” Her mouth was still full of sass, but her body didn’t have the energy to back it up. She watched, motionless, as he walked toward the bathroom, exquisitely naked.
He turned suddenly. “Do you need your hair washed?”
“You enjoyed that?”
“Yes,” he said immediately.
“I washed it this morning. I managed with just two hands. Apparently I only need help when I’m hurt and pitiful.”
He made it back to the bed in two long strides. His muscular arms held him hovering above her as he growled, “You have never been pitiful in your life.”
He kissed her. Both hands cradled her head and held her steady while his tongue swept inside her mouth, possessing her totally. With a final peck on the lips, he lifted himself from her and closed himself in the bathroom.
She hugged herself on the bed, her body awash in the afterglow, her mind for once a decadent blank.
* * *
When he stepped back into the bedroom in a cloud of steam, she was still huddled on the bed in exactly the same position as when he’d left her. As he’d figured, he was hard for her again already. If she’d fallen asleep, he was going to explode.
But as he moved closer, she turned her head to look up at him. “I guess you’ve come for that favor I offered you yesterday.”
He sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. “Yes.”
She slid onto the floor and walked on her knees until she was directly in front of him. He reached to the back of her head and carefully pulled out the band holding her ponytail. Her curls spilled past her shoulders, covering her br**sts. Only her ni**les peeked out.
“You are beautiful,” he told her reverently. “You have always been beautiful. I’ve wanted you since college.”
She looked up at him through long lashes. “What are you really saying? You thought about me while you masturbated?”
He laughed shortly. “That might have happened, but for the record, we are neither confirming nor denying.”
He took in a sharp breath as she reached for him. Exhaled again in a huff as she wrapped her hand around his dick.
“Did it feel like this?” she asked, watching him.
He shook his head. “No, this is better.”
He ached with pleasure as she massaged him slowly, her hands moving up and down his erect shaft. Finally she scooted forward until her lips nearly touched the tip of him. Looking up at him, she asked, “Is this what you wanted when you masturbated? Is this what you pictured when you came?”
“Yes,” he said, one syllable that transformed into a gasp as she put out her tongue to taste him.
“You know,” she said casually, as if he couldn’t feel her warm breath on his cock, “Sarah and Tom told me yesterday that I do anything you tell me without complaining. They seem to think you have some kind of power over me.”
“Let’s see.” He placed one hand under her chin and gently guided her forward.
He loved how she looked as she sucked him, her thick hair brushed back over her shoulders so he could see her face. One long tendril, dark with dampness, snaked down her forehead and stuck to her cheek.
On a sigh at a particularly intense stroke of her tongue, he commented, “Don’t worry. This won’t take long.”
She managed to remove her lips from him before she bent her head in a fit of coughing and laughing. When she’d collected herself, she looked up at him and grinned. “Don’t make me laugh when your dick is in my mouth.”
“Sorry.”
“Injuries.” She opened her mouth wide and took him inside her.
As she kneeled at his feet and sucked his c**k greedily, he flashed back to two nights before, when he’d watched her pole dance for him, all tease and no strip. This woman had been bullied, but she still found the strength to give him freely what another man had coerced from her. Daniel took it gratefully. She stroked and circled his member with her tongue, and he groaned with pleasure.
When he wove his fingers into her hair so that she couldn’t have backed away if she tried, she opened wider for him and sucked him more eagerly. She was only playacting at being his submissive lover, he knew, but she seemed to be enjoying every second. He felt the same way.
Of course, they weren’t really playacting, were they? Because his dick really was shoved into her mouth. The more his misgivings compounded, the more she tightened her lips around him. He responded with deeper thrusts until he suddenly cursed and released himself down her throat.
Still panting, he placed his fingertips underneath her chin and tilted her face up until she met his gaze. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, out of breath herself.
He stood and reached down to help her up, then pulled her onto the bed and under the covers with him. Half asleep already, he rolled on top of her and kissed her long on the mouth. The way their bodies craved each other, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he rose into her again.
* * *
She woke once more, blinking at the afternoon sunlight glinting off the other casinos through the window. Sore from his manhandling and too much lying down, slowly she rolled under his caging arm to face him. He watched her through sleepy eyes.
She raised her eyebrows in question.
He gave her a devilish smile, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and crawled on top of her. As the night had crept into morning and bloomed into afternoon, they’d talked less, and she’d lost her jokes. All that was left was his body joining with hers.
After she reached climax and he spilled himself inside her, he stayed in her, covering her body with his, nuzzling her neck. “Wendy.”