Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... again. She discovered it was because he was studying her body in ways that made her cheeks hot. Aiden’s eyes lifted to hers with such intensity, she was forced to match his stare. The thought that he was going to touch her, caress her, caused her to shiver. Each nerve ending became acutely sensitive as she waited for the touch of his skin. There was still a part of her brain that insisted she’d taken leave of her senses. No matter what she told herself, what the moment bought, which impulse she blamed for this night, she’d regret the moment of greed that led her to Aiden Keane’s arms.

“You’re exquisite,” Aiden said walking her back to the bed. The mattress hit her lower calves before she went down.

Aiden wanted her so badly it had become a physical pain. But he slowed himself, deciding to savor every moment as if it were his last. He soon realized he didn’t want it to be. He forced this revelation to the back recesses of his mind.

He rubbed her nipples until they hardened, then inclined his head to capture one swollen nub in his mouth. He felt a surge of satisfaction at her muffled gasp when he stroked his tongue back and forth over her ripe morsel. Oh yes––he liked the way it moved against his tongue. To his delight, she got into it and arched her back toward him so more of her breast could fill his mouth. He sucked hard and crashed furiously with her on the bed. She gasped from the weight of him. When her legs parted and he was offered her wet, barely-touched sex, ...

... his plan for calm and control went away. He could come back for seconds and thirds. The erection banging against his zipper demanded satisfaction. He needed to be inside her now, to bury his shaft deep and feel her muscles close around him.

Aiden's desire consumed him with an urgency that demolished his self-control. He liked to be in control. So little in his early life had been of his choosing; as a man, nothing escaped his control. But with her, damn it to hell, he was just raw need and conflicting emotions. Groaning, he drew back. She opened her eyes and scooted back against his sheet. Both innocence and desire were on her face. That sweet innocence that tempted him, mocked him, made the bastard in him dastardly but made the man in him want her love. He had to look away from her face as he searched for condoms and shed his clothes. He would have her, and it would be done. Her power over him would fade with his post-coital erection, just as it did with the countless women before her.

Daisy covered her breasts with an arm. She shivered and watched him undress, and again her pussy betrayed her by quivering and pulsating for him. She watched him step out of his boxers and reveal the full length of his bobbing penis, erect and pointing accusingly at her. Daisy closed her eyes, unable to gaze upon it as he sheathed it. Then he returned to her, stretching out alongside of her. When he didn’t immediately mount her and take over, she opened her eyes. His mouth went back to ...