Page 110 of Forbidden Kisses

His mouth wasn't on my breasts anymore but had moved upward. He kissed my neck, my jaw, and then my mouth. He slid two fingers inside me without any warning, and I nearly came on the spot.

My shoulders hunched before I fell forward. As I pressed my forehead on his shoulder, he started working me in earnest, sliding his fingers in and out, brushing my clit with his palm on every stroke. I gripped his cock, rubbing my hand in the same rhythm.

"Fuck, babe," he growled.

“I want you. I need you."

"Kiss me," he said, tugging at my hair with his free hand so I straightened up. Then he kissed me ferociously, and I lost all sense of myself. I let go of his cock, planting my hands on his biceps instead, hanging on for dear life as he pressed his hand on my clit, driving me completely over the edge. He moved his fingers until I was completely spent, then grabbed my ass, pulling me closer.

When he rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock against my clit, I exploded again. I had no idea if it was a new orgasm or if I was just riding the wave of the last one, but I didn't care. I belonged to this man.

He lifted me into his arms, and I realized he was walking with me through the condo. I figured he might take us to thebedroom, but I was wrong. He brought me to the dining table instead, sitting me down right at the edge.

"Bedroom too far?" I teased.

"I've wanted to fuck you on this table for some time."

"Well, then… no time like the present to make that dream happen."

He smirked. "Sassy, are we?"

"Yes," I admitted.

Now, after two orgasms, or one hell of a long orgasm, or whatever that was, I wassupremelysassy. He was still teasing me, rubbing the length of his cock against my flesh.

"I like the skin-on-skin contact."

"I love it too," I said.

Then he slid inside me to the hilt. Even though I’d just had an amazing climax, my entire body succumbed to the sensations. How was I so overwhelmed already? He pulled out inch by inch and then pushed back in again even more forcefully than before.

"I’ll never tire of this," he said. "Seeing you, kissing you, making you mine."

I was desperate for him. I needed to move, but it wasn't really possible on the table. But he seemed in tune with what I needed. Once again, he lifted me from the table, and we moved back to the couch. He put my ass on the edge of the armrest. I gripped it for dear life.

"Can you hold yourself like this here?" he asked.

"Yes."

I was so desperate that I’d do anything. Besides, the armrest was so wide that it was practically a small seat in itself.

I rolled my hips in the same rhythm with his thrusts. His muscles seemed more pronounced every time we were together. It was as if I forgot how sexy he was and was blindsided every time. Feeling him inside me was so damn exquisite. I might have had an intense orgasm before, but this one was different. It wasalways better when we were connected. I felt everything more powerfully.

"Fuck, I need to move even more," he said, then stilled.

"No! What are you doing?"

I tried to roll my hips back and forth, but without him thrusting as well, it was fruitless.

"This isn't the best spot."

I really didn’t care where we went. We could even lie on the floor and I'd be happy. I just needed him to push inside me again. He shifted me to the center of the couch.

"Lie back," he instructed.

"Gladly."

When he entered me, I reached a new high. The angle was out of this world. I'd never felt him so deep. He thrust fast, his strokes deliberate, filling me up completely. He flicked his thumb over my clit gently, but it was enough to stir me to tremors as he moved quicker and then quicker still. I felt cold all of a sudden, then extremely hot. Duncan grabbed one of my ankles, clasping his fingers around it as though they were a cuff, and put it on his shoulder, changing the angle yet again. I'd never felt so close to him. Our connection was like a physical bond between us.