Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(38)

Wham! “Yes, what?” He demanded.

“Yes, I liked it. I like it when you spank me, Victor. I love it.” My * was quivering. I was surprised too, because I was almost ready to come.

“Good girl. Now you can be rewarded.” He pushed me off him. I stood in front of him between him and his dresser. “Take off your clothes. I want to f*ck you in that beautiful ass again tonight, and shove this vibrator up your * so far you are going to f*cking see stars. Do you want me to do that, Monica?” I was already stripping.

He placed my hands on the dresser and made me spread my legs wide. I could see myself in the mirror and I could see him behind me. My brown eyes were alight with desire. His blue eyes were in flames. He began with the vibrator, inserting it into me, and withdrawing it a couple of times until I was groaning, swaying back and forth and pushing down on it. I looked at myself in his mirror again. I was so wanton, my hair a wreck falling across my face, skin flushed, ass sore, but climbing every second towards that peak. He left the vibrator in me, and positioned the clitoral stimulator over my clit. He encouraged me to scoot lower so that I was really jerking and feeling the pressure building. He quickly lubed himself, held on to my hips, and pushed once then twice. I wasn’t completely ready for him in my ass. It hurt. It felt awesome. He pumped into me like he was a using a jack hammer. I felt his cock all the way, every glorious inch of it up my ass, I felt it hit and jostle the vibrator. “Move, Monica,” he screamed. I really began to move, pushing my ass into his cock, and we soared together. Holy hell, when the explosion came, I did see stars. Tons of f*cking stars.





Summer was finally here. And, it was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant two months of sunshine, beaches, and more time for fun. But, it also meant a lot of time to miss spending that time with Victor. It also meant my yearly trip to visit my father in Maine. I went every year for a week, my sister and I, and it was falling on the one weekend a month Victor had off to be with me.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll try to switch things up. I’ll see if I can get away a bit on Saturday when you come back, and pick you up at the airport.”

“I’d love that,” I stated. “Try, please. But, if you can’t, I’ll understand.”



We had one more Thursday night together before, I was leaving and I wanted to make it a night to remember. Special. I bought some new lingerie. It was a bustier in gold with black trim, and matching satin panties. The cups of the bustier were padded a bit to make my breasts look bigger. Victor would like that.

I put candles all over my bedroom, and bought new satin sheets, in black. He would look glorious laying against them his ice blue eyes on fire for me. God, how I loved those eyes.

I had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket by my bed, and two crystal flutes. Sade was playing in the background to set the mood. It was perfect.

When I answered the door, his mouth hit the floor. My breasts were on full display.

“God, I love it when you answer the door like that,” he stated. He dropped his overnight bag on the floor and swept me into his arms kicking the door closed behind him with a bang. He carried me to my room. “Wow, I love what you’ve done to the place,” he breathed, noticing the candles and the sheets. And, then he was kissing me. He dropped me onto the bed, and began to strip slowly. As each item came off I gloried in his magnificent body. He folded each item and carefully placed it on the chair in the corner of my room. His chest was absolutely breath taking. His abs perfectly formed from a lot of time at the gym. His waist was narrow, his stomach washboard flat, narrowing into his lean hips, and muscular legs. When he took off his briefs, his cock sprung out ready and gloriously hard. He watched me watching, and rubbed his shaft. “Do you like my cock?” he asked.

I loved it when he talked dirty. “Yes, I love your cock. I love to look at your cock. Touch your cock, suck your cock, but I love it best when your cock is inside of me. Come here, Victor, so I can do all of those things.” His eyes widened at my words. I had never spoken like that before.

He came towards me on the bed, eyes burning. He lay down next to me on the satin sheets, and I rolled onto my side, and began to touch him. His chest was first, and I kissed his ribs, each one, and then I scooted lower, leaning up on one elbow and took his cock in my hand. He sighed happily, folded his arms and placed them under his head relaxing and allowing me to have my way with him. I stroked his dick, feeling even more blood rush into it, and bent to give it a little nip with my teeth. I twirled my tongue around the tip, the ridges there that brought him so much pleasure and then put my lips over just the top, sucking hard and then softly. I began to use my lips and tongue to tease him peering up at him, and showing him how much I enjoyed sucking his dick. I murmured my enjoyment, and he groaned in pleasure. I took him deeper into my mouth, and he groaned again, his hands whipping out from underneath him to stroke my hair. God, how I loved this man. I wanted to do all I could to please him. I licked and bathed his cock with my tongue. He was delicious, slightly salty, yet clean. I stroked and sucked for a few minutes, feeling him getting harder all the while pulsing in my mouth. “God, baby. I need to be inside you.”

He made to flip me over, but I pushed him back down, and crawled on top of him. I slipped right onto him, impaling myself like some wanton creature. We both groaned together as I lowered myself onto him the second time more slowly. I began to increase the rhythm arching into him. He put one hand on my hip, and his other hand reached between us putting his palm on his belly and his thumb on my clit. As I moved and grinded, he stroked and rubbed. We took our time, going slowly making it last. We climbed and soared together and when we climaxed we did it together. I collapsed onto him, my legs tucked up on either side, with him still inside of me. He stroked my back as I listened to his heart rate begin to slow. I loved this feeling of closeness with him still inside of me after we had made love. It kept the connection alive, as if we were truly one. He let me stay that way for a full ten minutes before subtly pushing me to the side, and I curled into his arm, leg over his legs, my arm bent at the elbow, fingers swirling over his chest.