Page 11 of Diamond Don
She doesn’t protest. Instead, she wraps her arms tighter around my neck, deepening our embrace. I want to drown in her kiss and her scent. She smells fresh, of freesias and bitter oranges. It’s addictive, sexy, and hypnotic, just like the woman in my arms. I can’t get enough of it.
With my lips, I trace a path from her maddening mouth to her ear. I kiss it before nipping her earlobe. She barely stifles a moan, allowing a deep sigh to escape her lips instead. I brush mine against her neck, lingering, relishing her delicious perfume.
Still entangled with her, I open the door to the deserted room once we reach it. As we stumble inside, I swiftly kick the door closed.
The overhead lamps are off, but the floor-to-ceiling glass wall next to the entrance allows enough light in the darkened room. It’s obvious that someone recently used it as a makeshift office. Extra chairs were stacked against the far wall, and a filing cabinet and a bookshelf stand next to them. A sturdy-looking writing desk sits a couple of inches away from the glass panels with an armchair that has seen better days next to it.
I envisioned taking her atop silk sheets in a place with an atmosphere more conducive to romance. This room isn’t ideal, but it will suffice. At least it’s mercifully cooler in here than out there. I plan on making it up to her in different ways.
Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind. She most certainly doesn’t voice any complaints as I pull her into my arms once more and begin kissing her anew. I pet the bare skin of her back, allowing my hand to drift to her hip, then her thigh.
She presses her breasts against my chest while moving her hips against my erection, and I direct my caresses to her upper body. My hand smooths its way up from her leg—all the way to her rib cage.
As my lips descend upon her neck again, I brush her nipple with my thumb through the fabric of her dress. I pinch it, feeling a surge of satisfaction when she moans in response.
Torn between nipping or sucking the velvety expanse of her neck, I go on to shower her skin with open-mouthed kisses. I need to claim her, to mark her as my own. It’s an unsettling realization. I don’t understand where these unfamiliar urges are coming from, but I can’t bring myself to care at this particular moment. All that matters is the feel of her.
All night, I’ve watched her from afar, wondering what she would feel like and what she would taste like. Even though I gave my imagination free rein, I couldn’t have dreamed she would taste this sweet or that her scent would make me feel as if I had inhaled a fifth of vodka in the span of a couple of minutes. And now she’s as docile as a kitten in my arms, truly mine for the taking.
I cup her breasts and massage her flesh, rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb. She groans against my skin and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She stretches out her other hand, rubbing my shaft over my pants, and I find myself growling like a madman against the softness of her skin.
Impatiently, I hook a finger over the edge of the neckline of her dress. I need to see her. Like a schoolboy, I shudder in anticipation, almost dying to suck on the delicate skin of her breasts.
“Nik,” she says, panting.
My mouth vibrates against her collarbone. “Mmm…”
“I need to touch you…”
I press her hand that currently covers my erection against it, and she lightly squeezes it. A groan escapes my lips.
“Then touch me, milaya. I’m yours for the taking.”
Anxious to see her, I tug her tight-fitting dress a couple of inches down her torso. I spot the hint of a pink nipple over the neckline. Unable to resist it, I lower my head to it, licking it.
She grasps my member as she cries out in pleasure. I suck on the peak, and her moans become louder.
“Nik, I need to touch you now.”
A hand still against the front of my pants, she forcefully pushes against my chest until my body lands on the armchair I noticed earlier.
She stands before me, slightly breathless at first, until a subtle, almost imperceptible change comes over her. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Fascinatingly, she slowly runs her hands over her hips and her stomach. Without pausing, her hands brush against her breasts and climb up her neck to her dark hair.
She waits until my distracted gaze, busy taking in her body and movements, meets hers. Without breaking eye contact, she smirks at me before letting her hair down. It cascades down her neck, enveloping her shoulders.
I want to pull her to me at once, but she is so mesmerizing at this moment that I find myself enthralled by her. I worry that if I move a muscle, I will dispel the magic of the moment, so I eagerly wait for her next move instead.
She turns around, showing me her back again before glancing at me over her shoulder. With a wink, she pulls her dress down her body. At last, it pools at her feet.
My eyes devour every inch of skin she teasingly reveals. My cock twitches when I take in the sight of her black silk thong.
My fingers dig into the chair’s upholstered arms and I fight the urge to drag her to my lap so I can immediately and swiftly take her. I wouldn’t dare interrupt her right now.
She glances at me over her shoulder before turning to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. She steps closer to me, smiling.
After placing a high-heeled shoe between my legs, dangerously close to my aching shaft, she leans forward.
While biting her bottom lip, she lowers her arms.