Surprise Delivery(85)

“She’s out, like a light.”

Duncan sets a baby monitor on the table, then steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He nuzzles my neck and plants a line of soft kisses upon my skin. I turn around to face him and look into those rich, soulful eyes, and feel my heart doing cartwheels in my chest. Duncan has such an inexplicable, yet profound and powerful effect on me. He has, since day one. I don’t understand it, but I’ve learned to not question it anymore.

I just want to enjoy it. Enjoy him. And enjoy the life we seem to be building together.

I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand down his firm, toned body. I give him a wolfish smile as I grip his cock through his pants and squeeze it tight, knowing he likes it that way.

“Feels like somebody’s still wide awake,” I purr.

Duncan grins, but closes his eyes and rolls his head back as I start to stroke him through his pants, squeezing his cock even tighter. I can’t get the grip I want on it though, so I start to unbuckle his belt. He grabs my hands, though, and stops me. Duncan looks at me with a desperate hunger in his eyes that gets me wet almost immediately.

He presses his lips to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and damn near steals my breath away. As we kiss, he pulls me harder to him, then spins me around so my ass is pressed up against his long, thick cock. He kisses my neck, nipping at the flesh as he grinds himself against my ass. He slides his hands up my tummy and cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my stiff nipples through the fabric.

“I need you, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I need to feel my cock buried deep inside of you.”

A soft moan passing my lips, I press my ass against him even harder, rubbing myself up and down, building his arousal.

“Then take me, Duncan,” I whisper back. “Fuck me any way you want, baby. My body is yours.”

I am usually in such tight control of myself, of my emotions, and everything in my life, that I have to admit – there is something powerfully freeing in surrendering myself to him. There’s something incredibly liberating about giving myself over completely and letting him have his way with me.

Not that Duncan isn’t a generous lover. He most certainly is, and my pleasure seems to matter more to him than his own. But the way he takes me and does what he wants with me never fails to get me dripping wet. I’ve never had orgasms with the intensity I’ve had with Duncan. When he makes me come, it literally feels like fire is spreading throughout my entire body, moving from my toes to the tip of my nose.

Still cupping a breast with one hand, Duncan slips his other hand down, then brings it back up my thigh, pulling the skirt I’m wearing up along with it. He pinches my nipple hard, drawing a soft yelp from me as he slips his hand into the tights I’m wearing beneath my skirt. The moment he touches my clit, then runs his fingertips along the lips of my opening – so hot and dripping wet already – I feel like somebody touched a live wire to my skin.

I spasm and twitch, my moans low as he slips a finger into me, then another. Duncan pulls me to him, pressing his rock-hard dick up against my ass as he pounds his fingers into me with a wild abandon. His hand moves up from my breast, lightly grasping my throat. He squeezes it as his fingers continue to plunge into me, adding to my sense of powerlessness at his hands – which increases the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.

“God, baby, yes,” I manage to croak as I grip the hand he has around my throat and squeeze it. “Harder, baby. Yes.”

Duncan does what I ask and squeezes my throat a little harder as he increases the pace with his fingers. He’s plunging into me over and over, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing along every nerve ending. My knees are growing weak as the pressure low within me builds. He runs the tip of his tongue up along my neck, finishing it off by biting my ear lobe.

“Come for me, Alexis,” he whispers into my ear. “Let me feel you come all over my fingers.”

And that does it. That brings me the rest of the way to the peak. One final thrust of his fingers into me is all it takes. I cry out softly as my body begins to shudder, that fire spreading through me growing hotter and more intense as my orgasm comes crashing down over me.

Duncan takes his hand off my throat and circles my waist with his arm as my trembling grows even more intense. My legs turn to jelly and I’m gasping and moaning. A moment before my legs give out completely, Duncan tightens his grip on me, keeping me upright as my orgasm runs its course, leaving me in a warm, soft bubble of ecstasy as it fades.

“God, that was amazing,” I gasp.

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby,” he tells me, flashing me a roguish smile.

Duncan slides his fingers, slick and glistening with my juices, into his mouth. I watch with rapt attention as he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of me – which only makes the fire burning between my thighs burn even hotter.

He spins me back around and kisses me hard. He pushes me backward until I’m pressed up against the windows. A momentary flash of fear rips through me and I pull back from him.

“Can these break?” I ask.

“I guess we’ll see.”

A nervous laugh escapes me, and I smack him in the chest. “I’m serious,” I ask. “Are they sturdy?”

He nods. “Nothing short of a nuclear bomb will make those windows shatter,” he assures me. “It’s a safety feature. The only windows that can break out are the ones on the balcony.”