Blue Knight (22 page)

Then she realized that his cock was pressed up against her pussy. A thrill ran through her. She tried to open up even more, to ease him into her, but with the plug in her, it made her pussy opening tighter, smaller and crowded.

“Not so fast,” he commanded. “I’m bigger than any set of toys you’ve ever had inside you, even that blue one of yours.” His voice was low, thick with arousal. His breath bathed her throat. “Even as hard as you want it, I don’t think you want pain.”

She swallowed. “No.”

“Then patience,
mi querido
.” His own breath was coming quick and heavy, despite his words.

His cock pushed at her pussy and she moaned as it slipped inside her. She’d had no trouble taking Daniel inside her when they’d had sex before, but now Daniel felt huge. Her pussy clenched around him as he eased in one slow inch at a time.

The whole time he watched her face, his blue eyes blazing with fervor. She had never seen him like this, with energy pouring from him so blatantly, his pleasure and desire so naked on his face and body. He had been until now a more sophisticated lover. A more urbane and contained man.

This Daniel was raw and open.

When he was fully inside her, she knew he had been right to take it slow. She could feel a stretching and tightness that her dildos had never given her before…and something else. A real live cock was so utterly different from toys, she knew that she would probably never be happy with substitutes again. Daniel had just ruined them for her, forever.

This was perfect. This was, oh, heavenly!

“God, fuck me, Daniel!” she breathed. “Quick, before I die and go to heaven!”

He chuckled and she caught her breath as the sound did strange things to her insides. Then he slid his forearm under her back and his hand curled over her shoulder, the fingers just touching the dip in her clavicle.

His lips hovered over hers. “I would like, one day, to be able to fuck you where you can freely scream my name. Ah, well….”

He thrust very slowly into her once more, his hand tightening against her.

Olivia caught her breath as the deep, pressured penetration sent the most profound groundswell rippling through her. She could feel her climax hovering, ready to burst upon her like a huge predatory animal. It had waited too long.

“Oh, god, Daniel,” she whispered, trying to warn him. Her body began to shudder.

He grew still as he realized the proximity of her climax, to try to let it subside, but it was too close. She had stepped over the line of no return. Olivia rolled her head back, gasping, as she writhed desperately, trying to claw her way to release any way she could.

She felt tugging on her wrists and suddenly they drifted loose. Daniel had released them.

His other hand slid under her shoulder. “Hold on,” he murmured against her temple.

He began to thrust his cock into her, driving into her with hard, unrelenting strokes. It was exactly what she needed. Olivia tried to choke back her cry of relief and pleasure, as she dug her fingers into Daniel’s back and ass encouragingly. She could feel his hips working, flexing, as he pumped quicker and quicker. With each deep-seated stroke he was slamming up against her pelvis, kissing her swollen, aching clit with his body.

It was all her climax needed to burst upon her and send a shot of industrial-strength electrified pleasure shooting along every nerve in her body. Everything clamped down, including her pussy. She opened her eyes wide, staring up at Daniel. The scream was locked in her throat. As soon as she could breathe, she knew that it would escape her.

The climax thundered through her and her lungs relaxed, allowed her to pull air into her chest. Daniel’s mouth clamped over hers, muffling both her scream and his deep, guttural groan. His iron fingers gripped her hip as his cock emptied its semen into her. She could feel the hot spurts of cum up against her cervix.

She fell back against the bed as the climax passed through her at last but Daniel caught her head and lowered it the last inch or so. His mouth lifted carefully, hovering just above hers. His breath matched hers—ragged and loud.

As her heartbeat slowed, his lips nuzzled hers. Tasting. Sucking her lower lips between them. His tongue slid along both. “Peaches,” he murmured in Spanish. “Why peaches?”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered back, instinctively staying with Spanish.

“Later.” He lifted himself from her body and gently pulled the butt plug out and dropped it onto her bathrobe on the floor next to the bed. Then he picked her up by the waist, lifted and flipped her so she was on her stomach. He tossed the pillow away.

Olivia held her tongue in check, but her pulse skittered in anticipation.

Daniel’s hands were on her waist again. This time he picked her up and turned her ninety degrees so that she was facing the wall opposite the one with the bathroom door in it and put her on her hands and knees.

The door to enter the room was to the immediate left, close to the head of the bed. The two big sash windows were opposite. The bathroom was behind her. The wall she faced was made of a big closet with sliding doors, covered in mirrors.

Daniel’s hand was under her chin, lifting it.

“Now you get to watch who is fucking you again,” he said, still in Spanish.

She stared at herself in the mirror, fascinated with a view she had never seen before. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and was replete. Well, that part was true. But she also looked like a woman she had never seen in the mirror before.

She normally took pains to keep her hair combed, straight and tidy. It was now drying into the natural waves that were the bane of her life. She looked…
wild
. Her eyes held a light she had never seen in them and she was naked and on all fours. She looked exotic and wicked, which was something she would never have attributed to staid Olivia Davenport, junior diplomat.

Then there was the man behind her in the mirror. The wonderful, glorious naked man who was staring at her with dark blue eyes, his thick cock beating against his stomach, watching her watch him. She thrilled at the sight of him, her body throbbing with a rare delight.

He wants me
, she thought with feminine satisfaction.

His eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “That expression,” he growled. His hand slid into her hair and she felt pressure on her head, forcing her up off her arms. She lifted herself up, keeping her gaze locked on his in the mirror, until they were both kneeling on the bed, looking at each other.

Daniel reached around in front of her to cup her breast, his fingers sliding along the under-swell. Back and forth. Back and forth. She watched his hand doing it in the mirror, mesmerized.

“You must be a witch,” he said.

“If you say so,” she said. “I don’t believe in such things.” His hand was making her nipple ache for attention and her clit throb again.

“Of course you don’t.” He smiled. “Vistarians do. All the time.”

She realized he wasn’t even aware he was speaking Spanish. He really had let down his guard. Just like that.

“Daniel,” she pleaded softly as his hand on her breast circled the nipple in teasing little circuits.

He pushed on her shoulder, dropping her back on her hands again. “Insatiable,” he complained, but his tone was that of a man with an appetite and his cock was still as rock-hard and erect as it had been when he walked out of the bathroom despite an orgasm that had left bruises on her hip from where his hand had clamped onto her. The bruises were minor compared to those Serrano had given her, but none of them hurt right now. Later, they would, she knew.

Daniel’s teeth bit gently into her ass, making her jump. Then he kissed the spot. Making it better.

She couldn’t help but push back against his mouth as his tongue slid over her flesh. The heat of his mouth was incredible and the nearness of his tongue and lips to her cleft was making her pussy and clit crawl with anticipation. Her pulse spiked.

She tried to see what he was doing in the mirror, but her view was blocked by her own body.

His fingers tugged at her nipples and she sucked in a gasp. It was unexpected and the sharp tugging felt different when she was on her hands and knees. She lifted her head again and saw the view through the mirror. It added an eroticism she had not expected. No wonder people taped themselves having sex. Just the thought of it made her pussy gush. To watch Daniel do the things he had done to her, whenever she wanted…oh, lord! Sweat dotted her temples and her breathing began to falter and labor.

His hands dropped away. Then nothing.

Olivia tried to watch in the mirror but again, could see nothing. Daniel was not visible anywhere in the mirror. Was he hiding behind the bed?

Then something probed against her pussy.

She hissed in a shocked breath and looked up. Daniel was standing behind her now.

“Spread your legs,” Daniel ordered. “Open up to me.”

The trembling set in. What was he planning this time?

She spread her legs and Daniel’s fingers on her sensitive inner thighs encouraged her to open them far wider than she would have spread them otherwise. Once more she was spread out for Daniel to examine.

“Delicious,” he declared. Two of his fingers slipped either side of her clit and tugged it briefly. Olivia wriggled in response and the flat of his other hand came down on the back of her hips, keeping her still. His fingers drew through her cleft, from clit to anus, slowly enough to drive her mad, while his hand put enough pressure on her hips to keep her motionless.

Then the hands lifted away.

She heard a low buzzing she recognized. Her blue vibrator.

The vibrator nudged her vaginal entrance. She was so wet with natural moisture it slid into the entrance almost without effort, the vibrations opening up the walls for her. Olivia gave a small cry, moving her hips to accommodate the invasion.

“Look at me,” Daniel said. His voice had dropped down to the low, thick tone she had learned meant he was very excited.

She looked up into the mirror. He was watching her from behind as he worked the vibrator and he glanced down at her ass as she watched.

“This looks wildly sexy,” he told her. “I could do this to you any time you want it. You have only to ask.”

Her heart leapt. “I’d rather it was your cock doing that to me.”

His head jerked up to look at her. Then a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Oh, but I haven’t finished yet.”

Her heart paused, then hurried on as she realized what he intended. “Really?”

“Oh yes,” he said, his voice low. “You said you wanted to remember this end of the day, nothing else.” His gaze seemed to pierce into her brain. “I will leave my mark on you one way or another.” He dropped his chin, looking away abruptly.

She felt the vibrator push deeper into her and relaxed. This was a familiar toy and she knew its dimensions, but when Daniel kept sliding it into her beyond where she normally stopped she grew puzzled. How did he intend to keep a grip on it?

Understanding flared in her as the vibrator lodged fully inside her, the tip pushing up against her cervix just as Daniel’s cock did. The muscles at the entrance of her pussy closed around it, instinctively keeping it inside.

The answer was, he didn’t.

His fingers were rimming her loosened and prepared ass.

Excitement flared through her like lightning. Her hands curled into the bedspread, gripping it. Her breath shortened. Her nipples hardened and grew erect.

The vibrator in her pussy buzzed on low, a bone-deep, pleasant vibration that was making her tremble all on its own, without the anticipation of what was to come.

Daniel gripped her hips with his hands and Olivia looked at the mirror. He was on his knees behind her and the raw, wild light was back in his eyes.

“Fuck me,” she begged. Her voice was hoarse.

“For you, I would do anything you ask.” He pushed his cock up against her ass. He had already spread lubricant over it and the head slipped into her anus with little trouble. But Daniel refused to hurry even though Olivia moaned and writhed and begged. He held her hips and eased his way in slowly until he was fully inside her. He paused and closed his eyes. “Like a glove,” he muttered.

“More, Daniel. Harder. Faster.” She pushed her hips back toward him.

“God,” he breathed. He slid out, then back in.

She caught her breath. This was nothing like the reverse. It wasn’t better or worse. It was just different. Sensual. Exotic. Glorious.

Daniel’s cock slipped in and out of her as the vibrator in her pussy gave off deep, harmonious vibrations that caressed her clit.

Her concentration seemed to narrow down to the sensations in her body and what Daniel was doing to her. His hands on her. Where he was touching her.

“Look at me,” Daniel breathed.

She lifted her head. Slowly. His eyes seemed very dark as he stared at her.
Watch who is fucking you
.

He reached forward a little to pick up her hand and bring it between her legs, guiding her fingers to her own clit.

Olivia circled the sensitive little bud and rolled her head back, trying to maintain eye contact with Daniel in the mirror.

They began to rock together as he slid into her and out, watching each other in the mirror.

When her climax hit, Olivia didn’t so much orgasm as lift into a sea of exquisite pleasure so endless she lost track of all sensations except the erotic, even time. The only thing anchoring her to reality was Daniel’s eyes.

The climax seemed to last forever.

Then Olivia watched herself being lifted, as Daniel sat back, settling her onto his lap, still with his cock buried in her ass. His hand joined hers, stroking her clitoris, pushing her even deeper into the sea as another climax ripped through her.

He gripped her waist and lifted her up and down, riding her there in his lap. She watched his eyes, his face, in the mirror, as his own orgasm grew and took him as he stared at her.

When his cock jerked inside her, Olivia’s endless sea of pleasure shattered and sensation returned. She breathed in and turned to bury her face in Daniel’s shoulder, to smother the scream that was clawing its way to the surface.