C5 Intend to keep you

Dario couldn't remember the last time he slept so well. It had been so long that for a moment he thought he was suffering from insomnia. But last night after spending the night with the girl from the club, he slept soundly with her right next to him.

Now he yawned as he stretched a bit and opened his eyes. The beautiful lady from the club was awake and she watched him.

"Good morning" she whispered huskily as she adjusted on the bed beside him. He turned his head and closed a hard hand into the tumble of her hair to hold her fast while he kissed her. His mouth was hungry and hot and erotic on hers and every sense was on overdrive by the time he freed her again.

The air conditioning cooled her overheated skin but the ache throbbing between her thighs was far less controllable. Dario skimmed up the duvet that covered her to bare her thighs. ‘I like looking at your legs, especially when I know I’m about to part them,’ he husked soft and low, laughing when her cheeks flamed.

He propelled her gently backwards into his arms and pressed his mouth to the slope of her shoulder, drinking in the warm, lemony scent of her, and was almost lost to the steady pulse of arousal at his groin. No woman had ever had such an effect on him, but then he rarely allowed himself to get close enough to be tempted. She, however, had an indefinable quality that both relaxed and enticed him. She was so honest, so natural, so much what he needed in a woman to be attracted.

With a compulsive shiver, she leant back into the heat and strength of him. She had never been so intensely drawn to a guy in her life and while in one sense it was scary, in another it was wildly exciting. She knew what she was inviting but she had no doubts. It was her decision if she chose to go to bed with someone, nobody else’s. Her last boyfriend had tried to guilt her into sex and she had dug her heels in hard, needing more of a connection than she had found with him. It had never felt right with him. How was it that a stranger could connect with her so easily? How was it that she found this stranger from the bar absolutely irresistible?

Squirming round in his light hold, she stretched up to find his mouth again and hunger ignited like a flame low in her tummy as his lips engulfed hers. It was what she had always sought and never found with a man: that crazy, uncontrollable surge of need to continue, to explore, to experience. It warmed the chill of loss inside her, gave her hope that her usual zest for life was within reach again.

Dario drew her back into the sitting room. ‘Don’t stop,’ she told him, pausing the kiss only to refill her lungs.

For the very first time, she felt she was with the right man. There was a connection, an understanding she couldn’t explain but it was a great deal more than she had ever felt before.

The beautiful lady from the club made him feel reckless, and that was an indulgence he had never tasted before, and he wanted more of that feeling. She gave him a sense of pure freedom and joy, a feeling that was equally rare in his world. She wanted him and he wanted her. It was straightforward and simple. There was no need to make it into something more challenging or meaningful than it was. Once he had thought that he would save the experience for his bride and now he questioned that he had ever been that naïve.

Just looking at him, she ran out of breath all at once. He was like a lean, mean fighting machine out of an action movie, his abdomen laced and indented with hard muscle, biceps flexing below smooth brown skin as he tossed the towel aside.

His mouth caressed hers and his tongue pried between her lips, darting and delving and sending a rush of splintering energy through her. Hunger was a hot pool of liquidity at the centre of her, a pulse point of growing desire. Her hips squirmed into the mattress as his hands came up to cup her full breasts, thumbs brushing her swollen nipples.

‘You’re the beautiful one,’ he murmured, pressing her back into the pillows, staring appreciatively down at her as her honey-blonde hair tumbled across the dark linen, her cornflower-blue eyes wide with disconcertion against her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from his kisses. He drank in the warmth in that scrutiny like a starving man.

He lowered his mouth to a rosy peak and sucked strongly, every fantasy fulfilled because she was the most glorious mix of soft and firm, silky and luscious. Her hands ran up over his corrugated abdomen to his shoulders in exploration and he shifted with sensual pleasure thrumming through him like an intoxicating drug, his spine bowing as she trailed her hands down over his back.

His skin was smooth, and he was so warm that she revelled in every path she took across his body, so different from her own and yet equally responsive. Every tug of his lips on her nipple sent an arrow of electric heat straight down into her pelvis. His hands roamed deftly over her curves and then he pulled her back into his arms to ravish her mouth again with a wild intensity that thrilled her. He was exploring now, tracing her inner thighs, locating the most tender spot of all and circling there gently before dipping a finger between her slick folds.

‘Oh...’ she moaned, the hollow ache between her thighs now joined by an inner clenching sensation as excitement and anticipation built.

‘Are you on contraception?’ he asked her without warning.

‘No...’ she stilled to stare up at him. All of a sudden, he sounded very serious and yet anxious too.

Dario groaned and began to pull back from her. ‘I don’t have a condom. We should’ve talked about this sooner.’

Her brow had furrowed. ‘You don’t carry anything?’ she said in surprise.

‘I don’t have any reason to...well, I didn’t until now.’

She sat up, her cheeks burning. ‘Well, I have a condom.’

She always carried one around to keep herself prepared for cases like this, since that was the nature of her job.

He curved her back into his arms, tumbling her back into the pillows with renewed confidence. ‘I don’t need to make allowances. All I need to do is fully appreciate you,’ he declared with a roughened sound low in his throat as he ran his big hands over her.

He kissed her and her heart started beating insanely fast. Her hands crept up the back of his neck to tangle in his luxuriant silky hair and smooth over his skull. A curl of heat snaked through her, swiftly followed by another, the same hunger tugging at her again. He traced the hot liquid centre of her again and it was almost unbearable, her body ramping up tension and need faster than she could control it. She squirmed, a gasp parting her lips, wanting more, not even quite knowing what more was but knowing that the way she felt she wanted it yesterday.

‘I know,’ he groaned, running his mouth down the valley between her breasts.

He slid down her restless body, pressing his mouth gently to her writhing length, pausing and lingering at the most sensitive place of all.

Shocked by that sensual assault though she was, she was instantly plunged into a world of intense sensation. Halfway through demanding that he stop, she realised that if he stopped she would probably kill him because exquisite sensation had destroyed all resistance. Now she was twisting and jerking and moaning, the hollow ache between her thighs merely strengthening in intensity. And then the tension pushing up through her tightened every muscle in her body and the surge of her climax blew her away. She literally saw stars, cried out as the sweet convulsions of pleasure engulfed her and the aftermath of peace flooded her.

He tipped her back and slid into her, slow and sure; her body seemed to accept the fullness of him. She stayed very still, wildly conscious of his every movement, tilting back her knees, feeling the push of his lean strong hips as he gathered power and sank deeper into her resisting flesh. And resist her body did.

He paused, melting dark eyes holding hers levelly.

‘Don’t stop,’ she urged.

And that galvanised him into action. He drew back and surged into her once more and she gathered her breath, and raised her hips to his and angling back, she locked her legs round him in encouragement.

encouragement.

With a ragged groan, he succumbed, pushing deeper. ‘You feel so good,’ he bit out rawly. ‘Like hot liquid silk enclosing me.

The friction of his invasion made every nerve ending sit up and take notice. His rhythm vanquished her discomfiture, persuaded her to move in concert, no longer a bystander but a full participant. The wave of excitement gripped her afresh as his pace quickened and then he was groaning over her, her body jerking from the fierce onslaught of his orgasm.

The most extraordinary wave of tenderness flooded her. She had never felt as close to another person as she felt to him at that moment. ‘You were great,’ she whispered, wrapping her arms round him, smoothing the tension from his broad shoulders, watching the stress ebb from him.

Gazing down into her smiling face, he bent down and captured her lips hungrily with his own. ‘It was nothing,’ he started to say, intending to say more but too drawn by the taste of her to linger on speech.

A little quiver of vibrant response ran through her, and she leant into that kiss like a drowning swimmer reaching for a life ring, hands closing over his shoulders, slender body sealing to the hard muscular contours of his.