‘Not only am I hard, I’m so desperate for you that I’m leaking,’ he said, drawing the drops of fluid over the head of his cock. ‘Can you see that? I need your hands on me, your mouth. I want to be inside you, Dani.’ He massaged his length in slow steady strokes as he spoke. ‘When we get upstairs I’m going to spread you out on my big wide bed and I’m going to move inside you. I’m going to take my time.’ Because why would he want to rush pleasure? ‘You’re going to beg me to take you faster, but I’m not going to, not until I’ve loved every inch of you.’
‘I want that.’
‘Yeah? Then maybe you’ll give me a peek. Show me a glimpse of what I’m getting.’
‘I can’t,’ she said, raising her hands before her as if to defend herself.
Xane gently took hold of her fingers. ‘Don’t be afraid. We’ll do it together. I know you don’t like showing yourself off, and there are a lot of mirrors in here, but you’ve nothing to be afraid of. Here, let me help you?’ Naughtily, he put his hand up her skirt. Her panties had been left behind on the seafront, so he knew he’d find his goal with little effort. As his palm brushed her inner thigh, she parted her legs, granting him access to her swollen sex.
‘Xane,’ she gasped as he found his warm, wet prize. He stroked her petals, spreading her arousal around in her inner lips.
‘Lift up your skirt,’ he insisted. ‘Let me see you.’ Tension tightened her limbs. He felt it in the way she suddenly clutched his arms and held him, as though, if she squeezed tightly enough, she’d be able to stop him looking at her. ‘Relax.’ He didn’t understand her fear. ‘You’re beautiful.’ It was no lie, she really was very pretty, especially her pussy, so moist with arousal, and oh, so ready to be taken. ‘I love looking at you.’
‘
Bonjour, bonjour
,’ the voice of the concierge crackled through the lift’s internal speaker. ‘Hello. Do you require assistance?’ Xane covered the speaker face with his hand to block out the interruption. ‘Touch yourself, Dani. Why are you afraid?’
‘I’m not,’ she insisted, and he knew that was a lie. It hurt a little that she spoke it so freely, without blinking even. Although he supposed it was quite hard to blink with both your eyes screwed closed. She did as asked, though, although only with one finger. Dani touched the tip of her right index finger to the underside of her clit.
‘Rub,’ he commanded, looking her in the eyes. He stepped back so he could see the whole of her. ‘Show me how it is when you think about me.’
She turned her head slightly to one side, keeping her eyes closed. A delicate blush coloured her cheeks, while her mouth opened around a myriad silent sighs. He wished he had the skill to capture her image like that. Perhaps he could persuade his cousin Ric to help, except he didn’t want anyone else gawping at her luscious body. He intended to keep that pleasure for himself.
Dani aroused herself with tiny, efficient strokes; only her hand and lower arm really moved. She did arch her back, which in turn thrust her hips forward.
‘Tell me what you’re thinking about.’
‘You.’
‘Masturbating or fucking you?’
‘Performing,’ she gasped, screwing up her face. ‘Seeing you rock out makes me really, really horny.’
‘What in particular about it?’
‘The way you move, the way you grind your hips. Those stares you throw at people, and the way you hair’s like an extension of your body. I imagine the strands of it tickling my skin as you move inside me.’
‘Hold that thought.’
‘Can I stop?’ she pleaded, dialling down the rapid movement of her wrist. ‘I’m getting close. I’m afraid I might come.’
‘Don’t stop, Dani. Take your pleasure. Let me see it.’ He watched her wage an internal battle with herself. Deep down, actually not that deep down, he figured she was pretty dirty. She just seemed to have a barrier in place that stopped her really expressing herself.
‘No one else is going to know about this,’ he said to encourage her. ‘Only you and I.’
OK, so maybe he was a liar too, because the concierge certainly knew, hence his continual bleating away in the background in increasingly irate French.
‘I’m the only one who gets to know how beautiful you are when you come. Are you going to come, Dani?’
‘Put your fingers in me,’ she pleaded. ‘It feels so good when there’s something there for my muscles to grip.’
‘How many?’ he asked, sliding in two.
‘As many as will fit.’
He squeezed in a third and tried for a fourth. Her teeth clenched, and she let out a sob. Her body rippled around his fingers as she came, no longer stroking her clit, but pressing on it hard.
‘
Monsieur
,’ the concierge bleated. ‘Are you there? Is there a problem? Will you respond?’
‘We’re fine,’ Xane replied, hitting the destination button for their floor again. ‘No assistance required.’
Xane carried Dani straight into the bedroom. No more stalling; he needed this lady naked now so he could get inside of her and he wasn’t going to be delayed a moment longer. Since her lips were glued to his and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he figured she was in complete accord with that plan.
‘Let me get this off,’ he insisted, while encouraging her to remove her arms from the sleeves of her dress, which proved tricky while she clung to him and he supported her weight.
Nor did it help that Dani seemed more interested in taking off his trousers. They slithered down his legs as he walked, tangling around his feet, which meant, loath as he was to do it, he had to put her down before they both ended up flat on their backs.
‘Work with me a little, eh?’
Somehow she seemed to interpret that as ‘work me’, since her palm immediately wrapped around his cock.
Given how excited he already was, her touch ramped his need up way too high.
‘Christ, Dani!’ He captured her wrists and locked them tight within his grip as arousal tingled through the whole of him. Even his nose felt ready to explode. ‘Give me a moment. I want to come inside you, not all over your frock.’
‘I like seeing you come,’ she told him. ‘I love all the faces you make and the way it makes you purr like you do on stage. Have you ever fucked anyone on stage?’
‘No, I haven’t, you little imp.’ He might rectify that at the first opportunity, if the thought turned her on so much. He’d take her dressed in his leathers with his stage make-up still on and steam pouring off him from the heat of the lights. Though they’d be doing it after the show, once the audience had gone home, not in front of a few thousand rockers. His talent for exhibitionism stopped shy of involving his sex life – well, mostly.
‘Need me to do anything?’ she asked, her brown eyes alight with arousal. He loved that she could be so prim and proper, and then wild the next moment.
‘Nope.’ He continued to hold her still.
‘I could tug on your balls. Suck you a little.’
‘Really, no.’ If she touched him again, the top of his head was going to fly off.
‘Well, that’s not much fun,’ she huffed.
‘Fun,’ he insisted, ‘is what we’re going to have when we make it as far as the bed.’
She turned her head, he guessed to measure the distance, then marched her feet back the requisite number of paces, tugging him along in her wake. Xane relaxed his grip, allowing her to slip free and climb into the centre of the enormous bed.
‘Now what?’
‘Get naked.’
Her dress still clung to her waist, covering her lower half, while on top a vampish purple-and-black-striped bra hid the delights of her breasts from sight. She made no attempt to remove either, which set him scrambling after her to rectify her oversight.
The moment she was within reach, Xane slipped a hand behind her back and undid her bra fastening. One flick – yes, he was shamefully well-practised, but some skills were worth acquiring – and the satin and lace affair no longer hid her assets.
Immediately, Dani covered her nipples with her palms.
‘No fair.’ Xane teased her fingers away, eager to see, because he hadn’t yet, and while he didn’t especially consider himself a breast man, that didn’t mean he wasn’t excited by the prospect of getting intimate with their soft swell. ‘Mmm,’ he murmured in approval, as she uncovered herself.
Unable to resist touching, Xane cupped the weight of her breasts. She filled his hands with some to spare. Xane nuzzled against her. He captured one large nipple and sucked it right into his mouth.
The coo she made told him exactly how much she liked that. To be fair, Xane switched to the other nipple. He drove her wild with a flick of his tongue, which was exactly what he hoped to achieve, but had one major disadvantage: it encouraged her to slide her petite hands all over his body again, which in turn had him shivering with need in seconds.
‘Now,’ she pleaded, clasping tight hold of his arse and dragging him down on top of her. Her hips rocked, imitating coitus.
‘Please.’ She lifted the hem of her dress so that it sat across her mound, just revealing the red mouth of her pussy, still slick from her recent orgasm. He almost lost his head right then and there and slid right into her. Only the lack of a condom slowed him down enough to figure toeing off his shoes and socks might be a plan. He also needed to remove that goddamned dress, something Dani seemed equally keen to prevent.
The thing was, for him, when it came to intimacy, nothing beat skin-to-skin contact. He loved the slap of naked flesh. The heat two bodies moving in harmony could generate. And he couldn’t understand for the life of him why she was so desperate to stay covered up. Her body was damn near perfect. When he did finally disentangle her from all her clothes, he paused, one knee on the edge of the bed, and drank down the sight of her.
Dani studied his face, as though she expected a rebuke.
As if! She was an absolute knock out.
Xane fully admitted to himself that he liked curves and Dani had them in abundance and in all the right places too. She had a lovely hourglass figure: broad hips and heavy breasts but with a trim waist, which nevertheless still had a lovely soft curve to it. ‘You’re beautiful.’ He wasn’t sure she believed him, for he still had to tease her fingers away from her pussy in order to feast his gaze on the whole of her.
‘Problem?’ he asked, holding her hands in his. It was the only way to prevent her attempts to hide.
‘No.’
He met her gaze and, looking deep into her wide-set eyes, saw desire with a sliver of unease. ‘You’re sure about that?’
‘I’m sure.’
Yet he could feel the tension running through her.
Xane climbed fully onto the bed and straddled one of her thighs. His erection bucked eagerly at the thought of reaching its target.
‘You seem a little tense all of a sudden.’
‘I told you, I don’t like being naked.’
‘You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. If not the most …’
The compliment made her smile but didn’t entirely banish the fear from her eyes. Clearly she was going to take some convincing. He had no problem with that. ‘I want to worship you. Mind if I do that?’
‘Will it involve this bit of you?’ She brushed his cock with the slope of her inner thigh.
‘And my fingers and my lips.’ In fact, every part of him.
Xane switched position, encouraging her to open her legs wide, so he could fit between them.
‘Can’t we get under the covers?’
‘No. We cannot.’ Nor were they turning off the lights.
‘Then come closer,’ she urged him, drawing him down so his erection kissed her entrance. He drove himself against her well, eager to sink inside. In a moment, he was going to have to wrestle a condom out of the handy place where he stored them, in one of the bedside drawers, otherwise they were both going to do something stupid.
Dani seemed to reach the same conclusion. ‘Condom,’ she whispered as she stroked him from base to tip. ‘I think I’ll die if you don’t … soon.’
Xane hurried to oblige, dressing himself quickly. If they both got themselves checked out once they were back in England, he wondered if she’d let him do this bare. The thought of sliding into her without any barriers at all spurred him back into her arms.
But the minx had wriggled her way under the covers.
‘Get back here.’ He tore the covers off the bed, which prompted her to sit up. Xane drew her to him. ‘Stop trying to hide, Dani. There’s nothing about you that I don’t want to love.’
‘I can’t help it.’
‘Then maybe I need to find a way of making you compliant.’
‘Making me.’ Her eyes widened in alarm. ‘How do you mean?’
Xane took hold of her hands. He pressed them together, sandwiched between his much larger hands. ‘Hold that pose.’
‘I … Why?’
‘Because I’m not interested in fighting you over the fact that I like to look at you.’ He leaned over to the drawer again.
Dani flinched when he pulled out a roll of black tape. ‘I’m … um … Xane. I’m not sure.’
‘Trust me. It’ll be better this way.’
‘Will it?’ Desire and fear warred within her expression, but she offered up her wrists meekly enough when he stretched out a piece of tape. And maybe that just rocked his world like nobody’s business.
Xane secured her wrists, noting the way her chest expanded with her indrawn breath as he did so. ‘OK?’ he enquired once done.
Dani tested the restraints. She had wriggle room but little more.
‘Just say “bobble hat” and I’ll undo it right away.’
‘You’re giving me a safe word?’ she queried. ‘I guess you’ve done this before.’
Why else would he keep tape designed for this express purpose in a bedside drawer?
Of course he’d done this before. In the right circumstances and with the right people he was even prepared to play switch. He wasn’t seriously into dominating his women; he just enjoyed a flight of fantasy once in a while.
Of course, this wasn’t so much about fantasy as practicality. Getting inside her wasn’t going to be nearly as much fun if she kept trying to hide bits of herself from him.
Dani gulped another deep breath. ‘What now?’
‘Lie back. Hands above your head and open your legs wide. I think I’d better see if you really are ready for me.’