Page 35 of Whimsical Ink

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Page 35 of Whimsical Ink

I can’t contain the excitement in my voice. “You liked that. You’re full of surprises, corporate boy.”

“Tomorrow I’ll discover your hidden desires, but I’m too far gone for you to keep finding mine. Wanna do it here?” he asks, voice desperate, and I take pity on him.

My eyes follow his chest to the newly revealed skin. When they land on his cock, my eyebrows lift as I take in the length of him.

“How close are you talking?”

“Like if you touch me, it’s over and I’ll get on my knees instead.” He brackets his arms on either side of me on the wall and doesn’t let our bodies touch.

“Tempting.” I lick a strip up his neck and murmur against his lips, “But not today.”

He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. I wait patiently, and when he opens his eyes, they’re less glazed.

Daniel traces his fingers across my thigh. “Let’s catch you up instead.”

I wrap a leg around his waist, opening myself for him. His hand drags up my thigh and doesn’t waste time. Fingers swirl at my entrance, and I sway closer to him.

“You’re already wet.”

“You sound surprised.” My breath hitches.

“I’ve been distracted and barely done anything for you.” His finger finds my clit and sets up camp. Back and forth, and I need to remind myself to answer him.

“Not true. You figured out how I like my nipples touched, and I like the sounds you make.” I end the sentence with a moan and throw my head back and barely register hitting the wall. I watch surprise creep into his face through my heavy eyes.

“Yeah? You like hearing the groans you pull from me? Hearing how you make me feel?” He puts a finger inside me. “And discovering new things about me, new ways for me to unravel. New ways to make me moan your name.”

“Yes! Oh—” I yank him closer with my leg and clutch his shoulders when he rubs the best spot. “You sound so sexy when I touch you. You make sure I know how I make you feel. I love it. I love you. Oh, shit.” My body tenses, and I pulse around him, but he stops moving before I can fall over the edge. I breathe harshly and gaze at him through blurry eyes.

He removes his fingers and grasps his cock, pumping it a few times and I watch him. Watch as he rubs himself through my arousal, swirls around my clit, and notches himself at my entrance. I clutch his shoulders and keep my leg around his waist, and he finally pushes inside me.

My breath comes in quick gasps, and he bites his lip hard when he bottoms out and holds himself still inside me. I’m full and completely surrounded by him. His hands are all over me and his cock’s inside me. Like I’ve dreamed about.

He pulls out and pushes inside again, slow and controlled. Sweat dots my body, and I dig my nails into him.

“Today is not the day for slow, sweetie.” I clench around him, and his low grunt sends a shiver through me.

“Are you sure?”

I nod and roll my hips against his pubic bone. “You know how you had to slow down? I’m there with you now. I’m right there.”

He places a hand on the wall beside my head, hikes my leg higher, and starts a rapid pace. In and out, and I quickly lose the rhythm and let him pound into me. His panting urges me on, and the hoarse groans rumbling his chest vibrate through me.

“Is this what you had in mind?” I whimper. “My wet heat surrounding you.”

“Yes. Yes, it’s so good, Maddy.”

The sound of skin slapping together echoes in the hallway.

My stomach tightens and I pulse around him again, and when his hand drops from my leg to my clit and rubs hard, my head flies back and hits the wall. My body tenses, and my mouth drops open in a moan as waves of pleasure wash over me.

His pace doesn’t change, but he grimaces and clutches me close, burying his head in my shoulder where I can feel his rapid breathing. My hands shift from his shoulders, and I drag my nails across his nipples.

“Oh shit, Maddy!” His rhythm falters, and he digs his head into my shoulder, muffling his long groan of pleasure in my skin.

I lift a weak hand and run it through his hair. We catch our breath, still connected, and he kisses up my throat until he captures my lips in a languid kiss.

Our foreheads press together, and all is right with our world.




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