He had to admit, tying Lili up and giving her light spankings held tremendous appeal. The way her ass would look with a little red on it made him catch his breath.
Thankfully he was able to get out of the doghouse with that stupid waitress. He’d sworn he made no attempt to be anything but friendly toward her.
She hadn’t gotten the hint.
This was what irritated him about dating. Sometimes people just couldn’t take no for an answer.
He didn’t blame Lili for her reaction, she had flown almost seven thousand miles here just to see him. At least that’s the story he told himself.
Truth was, the waitress couldn’t hold a candle to Lili. But other than acting like a dufus and ignoring her, he didn’t know what else to do. He never really dated.
But now it didn’t matter.
Liliana had been in the elevator with him, pressed against the wall only moments ago, while he inhaled her mouth, tasting not just the remnants of her beer and meal but her lush scent as well. The one that made him drunk faster than any alcohol.
He had his hands in her hair, teeth scraping her neck while she moaned and rubbed herself against his thigh.
Then the elevator dinged, the doors opened and they looked like two deer caught in the headlights as two other tenants got on and gave cold smiles.
“Just like teenagers,” he muttered.
Then they’d finally hit the right floor and he couldn’t get the keys in the door fast enough.
He finally managed a bit of peace from her while she used the restroom.
Breath in, out. In, out.
“Don’t change,” he told her. “It’s more fun this way.”
She nodded and disappeared.
It’d been five minutes too long.
Damn but his body missed hers molded to it.
The door opened and one leg peaked out from the bathroom.
Daniel started for her but stopped short. What was she playing at?
Her leg drew up along the doorframe, still clad in jeans like he’d requested. Then it touched the floor, well just her toe.
“Daniel,” she called, her voice a lilting symphony to his ears.
“Oh Lili.” He started for her.
By the time she’d come out of the bathroom, her hair had been freed of the ponytail and brushed out.
It surrounded her face, giving her a slightly wild look while emphasizing her heated gaze.
She broke the short distance between them and threw her arms around his neck, kissed him.
He sucked in a breath, once again inhaling her feminine arousal. Unable to resist, Daniel dragged his hands down her sides, pulled her shirt free of her jeans and caressed hot skin until his thumbs grazed the underside of her bra.
“This has to go,” he pulled back from the kiss, stared at her.
She licked her lips, reached around and undid the clasp on the back of her bra. Shirking out of it, she pulled it through one sleeve.
He captured her mouth again, licking her lower lip, pushing his tongue into her mouth so he could sweep it over every inch of her. He’d taste her in another few moments.
Lili’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugged his head back. She bit his neck, pressed her hips to his.
His grip on her body tightened, he hissed out a breath through clenched teeth when she nipped him again. Quickly, he lifted her shirt over her head and tore it off, freeing her completely.
Then he stopped and stared.
“Again, something the matter?”
Daniel licked his lips. “No. I just like looking at perfection before I devour it.”
She smiled, her eyes remained half open. With her hair cascading down her shoulders, not quite reaching the tops of her breasts, she stood still holding him around his shoulders.
Firm, round breasts looked like a tasty treat. Daniel closed his hand around one, gave her a gentle squeeze and waited for the moan.
When she let it escape her mouth, it came out throaty.
He kissed her again, then dragged his tongue down her neck and over a breast before latching his lips around the pointed nipple. He suckled.
She cried and arced against him, holding onto him to avoid falling.
He settled a hand at the small of her back, helped her to her knees before releasing her breast.
She jerked against him.
Quickly, Daniel captured her other nipple, flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub and enjoyed how she scrambled to grab on to him. Her moans delighted him.
Slowly, he bent her back, careful not to hurt her.
She spread her thighs apart and let him guide her down, all while holding onto him.
He suckled, kissed, flicked his tongue and caressed both her breasts before pulling back and running his hands over silken smooth skin. “God, I love touching you, Lili.”
“I love the way you call my name when you say it like that,” she panted, spreading her legs further.
Carefully, Daniel helped stretch her out. “On the floor,” he snickered.
“Is this passion?”
“For you, pleasuring you any way I can, anywhere I can, is passion. But I’d rather at least set you on…” He snapped. “Just a moment.” He kissed his way up her ribs, the space between her lovely breasts and then her collarbone before finally placing a delicate kiss on her sumptuous mouth.
He stood, caught the gleam in her eye.
“You’re too dressed again, Daniel.”
“Dirty American boys like to be stripped.”
She started for him.
He caught her hand, took a step forward and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans. “Plenty of time for that in a few minutes. I want what I want first.”
“Indeed.” He knelt, picked her up and carried her giggling, all the way to the island in his kitchen. Setting her down, he leaned her back and reached for the zipper on her jeans. Then he popped the snap, reached for the waist and with her help, yanked her jeans and panties down.
Again he stared.
“You’re going to give a girl a complex,” she looked at him, moved her arms to his neck languidly.
“A good one?”
“You keep looking at me with fire in your eyes and yes. A damn good one.”
“Good. You deserve to see you the way I do.”
“How is that?”
Daniel knelt and grabbed her thighs, parted them. “Like a goddess.”
Before she responded, Daniel bit the inside of her thigh, right at the knee.
He stroked her with his tongue, drew circles and placed chaste kisses over her hot skin.
By now she’d leaned back and begun panting, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Daniel continued kissing up her thigh, not quite coming in contact with her pussy lips. He’d switched sides and while he mouthed things into one leg, his fingers caressed the other until he’d cupped her ass with one hand.
She struggled to remain open for him but his other hand helped, along with the sheer size of his body.
He stepped closer, grabbed her ass with the other hand and shoved her toward him.
He thrust his tongue inside her velvet heat and stroked her aroused clit once, twice and a third time, dragging the sensation out long enough that she shuddered against him.
“Daniel, you’re killing me!”
“That’s the point, lover. A mini death. Don’t you speak like five languages or something?”
“Si—oh I don’t know, god Daniel! So good. So good.”
By now she breathed heavily, sweat coated her skin.
He dipped his tongue in again, savoring the honey-like taste of her pussy. He dug fingers into her ass, used his size to hold her open.
She bucked, lifted her hips off the counter and began to move against his face.
“That’s it baby,” he dove in again, kissed her, sucked her, “come for me. Let me devour you.”
“Please,” she begged, “It feels so good but…”
“But what, baby?”
“Like I’m going to fall!”
“I’ll catch you.”