Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

briefly slipping her finger inside, as if to gather moisture for her rubbing.
    He marveled at the expression of building ecstasy on her face. He wanted to see her look up at him like that when he entered her. Abandon. Never in all his years had he seen anything as awing as this female pleasuring herself.
    But even as he realized that he could watch her and learn how she liked to be touched, he resented that she hadn’t waited for him.
    He’d satisfied her last night, so why hadn’t she? Perhaps he needed to remind her why she should have.
    When her moan turned nearly constant, he stopped her before she could come.

    Just before she climaxed, she heard Conrad rasp, “Ah-ah.”
    Her eyes flashed open. He was in here with her, and she’d never heard him?
    At once, her gaze was drawn downward to his jutting erection. The last time they’d been in the shower together, his manhood had been splendid. Erect, it was mouthwatering. She knew from last night that he’d grow so slick along that wide head... .
    Yet when she reached to stroke his length, he seized her wrists behind her, yanking her body into his.
    They were both breathing heavily as the hardened peaks of her breasts rubbed against him, and his stiff penis pressed against her belly.
    “Why didn’t you wait for me?” He had that intense, dangerous air about him.
    “I woke... the sheets were rubbing over... my nipples.” She shivered.
    “If you have these needs, I want to satisfy them.”
    “I didn’t know when you were returning,” she said. “But you’re here now.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. What started as her gentle foray soon blazed into a searing kiss. He crushed her lips beneath his as their tongues twined again and again.
    When they broke apart, both out of breath, she murmured, “Conrad, I need you to make love to me.”
    At her words, his shaft pulsed against her.
    “I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
    Instead, he released her wrists and cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her. Before she could say a word, he’d turned his back to the water and raised her to his mouth as if she weighed no more than a doll. Cradling her with splayed fingers, he eased her back so she could lean her head against the tile. She buried her fingers in his thick hair as she held on to him.
    Running his face against her thighs, he abraded her with the stubble on his lean cheeks, and she loved it. Everything felt magnified. Each drop of water that splashed her skin heightened her pleasure.
    But would he enjoy taking her with his mouth? He’d never done this before, had never tasted a woman.
    When his tongue first dipped to her flesh, he gave a harsh groan against her. Pressing his mouth to her core, he thrust his tongue inside her, licking her deeply, thoroughly.
    “Yes!” With a cry, she jerked her legs, tightening them on his shoulders. But he held her fast.
    “I’ll never get enough of this,” he grated, settling back in to suck and lick. As his fingers clutched her ass almost painfully, his strong tongue snaked over her throbbing clitoris again and again.
    “There!” she cried, then moaned, “Conrad, right there.”
    Flicking... suckling... hard. When she came with a scream, undulating to his mouth, he set in with a frenzy. He never allowed her to take a breath before he was making her moan for another orgasm, forcing her body to strain for release once again.
    Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed her. Her eyes flashed open in surprise as she melted against his greedy tongue, helplessly rubbing her flesh against it.
    Once it was over at last, she had to push at his head, because he was still slowly laving her, lingering with low growls.
    When he finally let her slide down his body, he held her steady. She felt how hard he was, yet he still made no move to take her. His expression was inscrutable, his shaft visibly pulsing with need.
    “Don’t you want to make love to me?” Naturally, she was all about living in the moment and was eager to fully experience this virile, compelling male.
    But now there was something more.
    She also wanted to join with him, because for the first time in her life she wanted to give herself to a man she... loved.
    I’m in love with Conrad.
    Though she’d never fully admitted it before now, her feelings weren’t new. They’d been growing since the first night she’d seen him in all his wildness.
    “Conrad, do you want to?”
    He shook his head.

    “Oh.” Her face fell.