Dalir's Salvation by Nina Crespo

faster as she forced herself to hold his gaze and fought the desire to come.
    Dalir hurriedly stripped off his jeans. The tip of his thick erection bumped against his taut abdomen. He crawled on top of the bed, his movements like a stalking tiger, forcing her back on the mattress.
    The new sensation of his hair roughened thighs grazing hers made Ari shiver.
    He braced himself on his elbows. His hardness pressed firmly to her belly as he stared into her eyes. “You won’t think about the dream. For the rest of the night, you’ll think of nothing but me.”
    Anticipation fluttered through her middle. He understood exactly what she wanted.
    Dalir flicked his tongue over the peak of her breast, then sucked it into his mouth. As he pulled away, he grazed her nipple with his teeth, then drew it slowly back in.
    Extreme pleasure lifted her off of the sheets. Her sex clenched. She wrapped her arms around him. Delicious sensation washed over her.
    He took his mouth away.
    She whimpered in protest, digging her nails into his back.
    “Shh. Patience, Little One.”
    “Don’t call—”
    He sucked her other nipple while he plucked and tweaked the one he’d just left.
    Names, threats, promises drowned in overwhelming desire. She reveled in the warmth of his mouth; held back moans as his large, calloused hand skimmed over the swell of her breast and moved down her belly. He stroked and squeezed her hip drawing out torment. Dalir stroked lower and lower and she lost the ability to breathe. She hung on the edge, suffering a little, as she quivered in anticipation.
    Finally, he slipped one finger inside of her.
    A cry of relief escaped.
    Dalir eased two fingers in, curling them, as he strummed her clit with his thumb. His gentle assault took command of her with deeper and deeper strokes.
    She followed the rhythm with her hips, desperate for more. “Yes, yes.” The mantra interspersed with her pants. Tingles raced up and down her legs. She was so close. Ari bucked her hips to meet every coveted stroke. Harder. Faster. The world seemed to shatter around her with an orgasm that bowed her up from the mattress. Too much. Too good. She couldn’t take much more. Whimpering desperately, she grabbed his wrist and clamped her thighs around his hand. “Please . . . no more. Just you. I want you inside of me.”
    Dalir positioned himself between Ari’s thighs. Grasping her hip, he fit his shaft to her opening, prepared to thrust forward.
    “Wait! We need a condom.”
    “A what?” He grew rigidly still.
    They’d both gotten so caught up. She couldn’t get mad at him for not remembering protection. She’s almost forgotten, too. Ari stroked his back. “There’s a box in the bedside table.”
    He rested his forehead on hers. “Condom…right. Hold on.” Dalir found the foil packets. After fumbling with the condom, he rolled one on.
    Her heart fluttered against her ribcage as he came back to her.
    She needed to hold him, have him inside of her now.
    Dalir held her hips and surged forward.
    Reality exceeded imagination as he pulled out and glided back in. He rocked his hips harder, faster.
    Ari wrapped her legs around his waist, craving every thrust.
    Dalir’s back muscles tensed under her palms. The headboard rattled as he powered his hips forward. He pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.
    Ecstasy seized Ari. Muffling screams against his shoulder, she let sheer pleasure overtake her.
    Dalir released a groan of release. He shook as he drove into her.
    Her sex clenched around him. A burst of pleasing, radiant heat showered over her. Another intense climax had her gripping the sheets.
    As he lifted to his elbow, Dalir’s rushed breathing caused his chest to brush hers. “Are you all right?”
    More than all right. She kissed him and communicated her response in the stroke of her tongue over his. He’d just given her the best fantasy sex of her life.
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    Sounds conversation and laughter floated through the kitchen window. Before