Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... she’d experienced, so heart-wrenchingly different.

Aiden’s hand was on her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, which elicited the sweetest moan from her. Aiden dragged his mouth from hers, his eyelids heavy, her mouth close and her lashes fluttering. He stared down into her desire-darkened eyes, breathing roughly.

“So sexy. How could you let him mistreat you this way? Does he not know how?” His eyes dropped from her hers down to her breasts. “Does he not see how delicious you are?”

Daisy swallowed and looked away. There was the million-dollar prize, Pete’s betrayal, Aiden’s strong, sexy presence, and the indefinable attraction to him that she couldn’t hide. It was all there for a reason. But when she looked back, she couldn’t decide which impulse to act on. It was happening so fast. What made sense last night now had her confused.

“I think… I just need a minute to catch my breath… ya know?” she said.

Daisy feared the darkness and lust she saw in his eyes and the sly smirk that curled on his lips. She thought he’d release her. Instead his mouth crushed hers, fusing with hers in a wildfire passion that was hot and shockingly primitive. Daisy clung to his shoulders, anchoring her nails into him. Nothing she’d ever done with Pete prepared her for the bolt of white-hot passion that shot through her when he grabbed her by the ass and pushed her hard up against his frame. When they broke again, she swayed in his arms. Aiden turned without a word and pulled her ...

... along to the doors at the far back of the boat. Daisy could guess where they would lead.

Daisy barely knew him; the sensible voice in her head reminded her over and over. But her desire and body had formed an alliance to beat back her doubts, exerting their own will instead. She did not speak––couldn’t. Her throat seemed to have sealed. She did believe in love. She’d seen a great example of it with her mother and father. Why was she doing this if love was what she had when she left the Hollow? What would she have once Aiden Keane was through with her?

The door closed behind her. Darkness. Daisy clutched her hands together, unable to look back at him. Soon the lights began to brighten in the corner, as if turned up by a dial. This was it. If she wanted to call it off, then she should do it now. He was behind her before she could open her mouth. His hands squeezed her waist; her eyes closed. One large hand slipped around to the front and stroked her mound through the thin chiffon of her dress. Daisy’s eyes flew open to the naughty touch, the brazen way he moved his hand against her and the sinful sensations his fingertips brought. Aiden pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, then ran his tongue over the spot.

Daisy didn’t want to think. It was easier not to. Her eyes drifted shut again when he released her. His fingers sought the tiny tab of her zipper, taking it down. The dress seemed to come un-glued to her skin, peeling open and loosening at the hips. She hadn’t worn ...