“That's the head-rush effect,” he said, releasing the cuffs on her ankles. “Makes the orgasm more intense.”
Probably had a little to do with how much she'd drunk too.
He released the cuffs on her hands and slipped a strong arm around her waist-thank God. If he hadn't, she'd have melted to the floor. That orgasm had left her too weak to stand.
He turned her to face him and kissed her long and deep and hot, sending a clear message that this was far from over.
Carrying her around the lounge, he straddled the chair and sank into the lowest curve and stretched her out in front of him. She rested her head on his thigh, her belly on the lounge, her legs stretched out on the floor. And just floated there until the clink of metal touched her ear. She lifted her head, searching for the source, and found him unfastening his belt.
With a surge of energy, she pushed his hands away and unfastened his pants, then stroked the thick erection beneath his cotton boxers. This. She'd missed this. A long, thick, hard cock to fill her.
He combed her hair off her face, gripped her upper arms, and dragged her into the vee of his thighs, positioning her perfectly to take him into her mouth.
“Show me how much you like to suck cock, angel.”
He waited, his eyes hyperfocused, as she took his cock from his slacks. He was as thick and long as he'd felt against her, veins snaking around the shaft, as wickedly thrilling as the man. His fingers curled beneath the edge of her collar and used it to d
rag her mouth to his cock.
Instead of taking him the way she knew he wanted-filling her mouth in one stroke-she licked the wide, wet tip, then pulled the thick head between her lips and sucked lightly before releasing him.
His growl was deep and hot and frustrated. And made Giselle smile.
“I knew it,” he said, his voice edgy with need. “You love having control.”
“I love savoring. There's a difference.” And she loved his cock a little more, stroking the shaft with her tongue, her hands, her lips. He was burning hot, musky, salty. So raw. So supremely male. Such a turn-on.
He slid his fingers toward the back of the collar. “Suck me the way I know you want to.”
She let him control her head so he pumped into her mouth the way he wanted. And she sucked him the way she loved to suck. And, oh, she had definitely stayed away from this too long.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, pulling her down, quick and shallow, then deep and slow, then finally releasing the collar to slide his hands down her back and over her ass while she took him deep. “Feels sooooo good, angel.”
He let his hands roam up her back and held her head in place as he pumped his hips and plunged into her mouth. The guttural sounds of raw pleasure rolling from his throat lit Giselle on fire.
He abruptly dropped his ass deep into the curve of the lounge, and his cock pulled from her mouth. Giselle eased back, licking her lips, but made a sound of disappointment. One that was cut off when he reached out, gripped her waist and hauled her into his lap.
He pulled a condom from his pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and covered himself in seconds. Then his head was stroking her entrance, then pushing inside…
“Oh God…” She bit out the words from behind clenched teeth before her throat closed, cutting off everything but the guttural sound of pleasure. He felt even bigger than he looked, and the sensation of him stretching her was mind-bending bliss.
“So…fucking tight,” he rasped, pulling back, then working himself another inch deeper, and doing it all over again and again with unending patience. He didn't ask if she was okay, didn't rush it, didn't back off, just expertly maneuvered their bodies until he was balls-deep and Giselle swore she felt him in the back of her throat. She was trembling, panting, her fingers digging into the shirt at his shoulders.
The sensation was delicious. Decadent. Intense. Extreme.
Breathing hard, he released her hips, closed his fingers around her wrists, and pulled them behind her back. The pressure on her shoulders made her sit straighter, which also pushed him deeper.
A growl rolled through him just before he rocked his hips back, then thrust hard. The pressure spread through her in the most delicious way. Her head fell back, her mouth dropped open, and a wild sound of pleasure rolled from her throat.
This is insane.
She would have said the words aloud, but he was deep, deep, so deep. All she could do was use her legs to lift her body and meet his thrusts. They immediately fell into a slow, perfect rhythm, the kind of rhythm she'd never found with anyone but Troy. And the thrill pulsing through her with each thrust gave her a glimmer of hope that this kind of fulfillment was still out there. That maybe she wasn't destined for a life of wanting something she couldn't have. That if she'd found it with this stranger, surely she could find it with someone else, someone she could build a life with.
That realization alone had been worth the trip here.
“Watch me fuck you,” he said, growing breathless.
She opened her eyes to the sight of their perfect grind. His shirt had fallen open at his waist, and his abs rippled with each thrust. The sight had to be the hottest thing she'd ever seen.