Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... his hard chest for balance as she took him in and out.

She understood him better now—how he must resent this wildfire passion, and his shocking level of need, just as she did. And yet like her he could not fight it. She knew it was even worse for him because she saw how much he despised and detested being weak. But he was. They both were. And both were damned for it. No matter, the urge was greater than them both and as she worked her hips back and forth, seeing him moan beneath her, nothing else mattered.

The rain came.

It fell so hard, it felt like needles piercing her skin. Puddles formed on the deck. His face was covered in the pour and yet he thrust upward, harder, begging her for more. How that excited her: she went mad for him. Then he shot upright and held her to his chest. Daisy wrapped her arms around him, holding tight. It wasn’t her orgasm, but his that gripped them both, with such force she nearly drowned in its current.

They held each other. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist. His tongue rolled slowly over her wet nipples as his cock spurted and jerked out the last of him in her.

The rain continued.

Aiden’s kisses went under her neck. So soft, so teasingly gentle, she forgot who this man was, and wasn’t.

Daisy moaned in ecstasy, her chest pressed into his. Her heart beat against it and his beat back. Soon the combined melody soothed the beast and his temptress. He didn’t let her go. Daisy opened her eyes and looked up. The dark clouds ...

... moved away, as if the rain was caused by the combustible nature of their passion. Now a trillion sparkling stars, like diamonds on velvet, glistened over them. She brought her face back down and he kissed her, but she turned from the kiss.

“Aiden, I have to go,” she said in his ear, weakly. “Please. Take me back.”

Daisy sat back and he looked up at her as if he wanted to say something. Ask her something. But he didn’t. He slowly released her and she rose, achingly sweet, off of him. Nude, she grabbed her wet robe and soaked slippers, turning for the staterooms. She was careful not to look back.

Aiden sat there staring ahead. Alone. He wiped his hand down his face and closed his eyes before rising and joining her.

Chapter Eighteen

The boat docked after her second shower. Aiden returned her things. She was now in the worn jeans and yellow top she wore when she joined him nearly twenty-four hours before. He walked back in, dressed sharply in all black, and smelling rich and powerful. His hair, smoothed back from his Irishman’s tan, stretched over his high cheekbones and handsome face. He barely looked at her as he searched for his keys.

Daisy rose and he walked to the deck door and held it open. Together they disembarked and walked slowly to a covered ramp where a limo waited for them. It was only five in the morning. Neither of them had any sleep. Neither of them had any rest. Aiden removed his phone from a pocket and began taking calls, speaking to people that ...