DanielsSurrender (20 page)

Once he was luxuriating under the steamy spray, Shannon
quickly slipped out of her teal silk dress. She hung it carefully on the door,
hoping the drycleaner would be able to get the hospital smells out. She’d never
owned anything so fine, and she would be sorry to lose it after just one wear.

Naked, she slipped into the shower behind Daniel. She set
her hands on his hips to stop him when he would have turned around, and quickly
dumped fragrant shower gel on a puff. Using slow, circular strokes, she began
to massage the bubbles over his back. The sight of the white foam separating
and sliding down his wet back entranced her, and she took a very long time at
it.

When his shoulders began to droop, and his hands stopped
flexing, she went to her knees, giving the same rapt attention to his
delectably round buttocks, his thighs, and even his feet.

Sliding around him, she began on his front, moving up his
legs, deliberately skirting the piece of him that was desperately reaching for
her, and working her way up his rippling abdomen over his chest and to his
shoulders.

“I can’t reach your hair,” she commented regretfully. He
promptly dropped to his knees at her feet. When he wrapped his arms around her
hips and leaned his head against her belly, she felt a shot of heat streaking
from her heart straight between her legs, leaving everything in between
tingling.

Her shampooing was every bit as languorous as the rest of
her bathing had been. By the time she had him tilt back to rinse, he was nearly
limp, those burning blue eyes closed. She almost hated to urge him to his feet.
He looked done for. But she did, and slicking her palms with more liquid soap,
she finally focused in on the only part of him that had been neglected so far.

He jerked a bit when she wrapped both hands around his cock,
then sighed and relaxed into her touch. She stood close enough to rest her
forehead on his sternum while she looked down at her handiwork.

Hand over hand she stroked him, savoring each spurt of
growth as he got longer, thicker. Capping one palm over the swollen head, she
slid the other back between his legs to cup his balls. As she rotated her hand
over the sensitive crown, she rolled his balls over her fingers and was
rewarded when they drew up tight and swollen.

He didn’t last long. Her every act, her every touch since
she’d arrived, had been their foreplay. Her hands felt so good, and she knew
exactly how to touch him. In a matter of moments, his thighs were stiffening
and he tipped her chin up with one finger.

“I’m going to come.” He felt the need to warn her, because
for once he didn’t think he’d be up for a quick repeat.

“Good.” She glowed up at him. “That was the idea.”

She redoubled her strokes, and in a matter of seconds he’d
buried his hand in the back of her hair, dragging her head back to meet his
kiss. His mouth was famished on hers, devouring her lips, claiming her tongue,
thrusting in time with his cock between her slippery palms.

The orgasm rocked him back on his heels. He shot what felt
like gallons of creamy cum on the floor, her legs, her belly. He watched her
with lazy eyes as she stroked the cream into her skin, seeming to savor the
evidence of his loss of control. He knew he should do something for her, he
knew how turned-on she got playing with her men, and he knew she hadn’t come,
but his body felt so heavy, exhaustion dragging at every muscle.

He watched through slitted eyes as she quickly rinsed
herself off, and then let her lead him out of the shower to towel him off. When
she led him to bed, he followed willingly, only asserting his will when she
would have left him there alone.

“I need to clean up the bathroom,” she told him when he
grabbed her wrist.

“It’ll still be there when we wake up.”

So she slid into the bed next to him, spooning up behind him
under the silken duvet.

His last thought as sleep claimed him was that no one but
him had ever slept in his bed.

Chapter Twenty-One

Somehow as they slept, Daniel ended up on his back, and
Shannon ended up sprawled across him. It was amazingly comfortable, she
realized, and let her savor every inch of his quickly waking cock.

She’d wanted the shower to be about him, about her caring
for him. And God knew he’d needed some sort of release so he could sleep.

That didn’t change the fact that she’d gone to sleep with a
dripping pussy and an irresistible desire to rub against him like a cat in
heat. Now it felt as if he might actually be ready to help her out. If she
could just wake him up.

She peered with bleary eyes at the clock and realized it was
just after eight. There was a moment of strangeness—by now all three of them
should be safe at work. But, she supposed, things wouldn’t be back to normal
for a while yet.

Shifting against him so that her legs fell on either side of
one of his, Shannon lightly ground her aching pussy over his thigh. God, it felt
so good. Shifting some more, she brought herself up to straddle his belly,
being sure to brush wetly over his rising erection.

Once she was satisfactorily situated, she began to press a
series of slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. She worked her way down to
his neck, interspersing little nips and sucks along the way.

He tasted amazing, like clean, spicy man. She couldn’t
resist running her tongue down the column of his neck, savoring the light rasp
of his growing beard against her tongue. Daniel was always immaculately clean
shaven. Unlike Matthew, he’d never left even the slightest hint of beard-burn
anywhere on her. She found she liked him a little scruffy. The stubble lay like
gold dust on his skin and gave him a slightly rakish look. She’d always known
he was a dangerous man—now he looked it.

Thoroughly enjoying the rare opportunity to be the
aggressor, she began to work her way down his chest, dragging her pussy down
his thigh with every slow inch. About the time she reached his nipples, his entire
body tensed.
Finally
. She could use some participation.

As she licked and sucked at the stiff little points, his
hands came up to cup her hips and run restlessly up and down her back. Smooth
but hard, his fingers playing over the small of her back sent a cascade of
shivers over her whole body. She arched into him, pressing her breasts into his
ribcage and giving a little moan of enjoyment as her nipples dug into his
velvety skin.

Finally he took the lead, dragging her up so that she was
poised over him, her breasts swaying over his mouth.

“Hmm…” His voice was lazy, husky with sleep. The rough
sensuality made her shiver again. “They’re both so tempting.” He gave one
throbbing nipple a brief lick. “I don’t know where to start.”

He figured it out soon enough, going to work on first one
and then the other, licking and nibbling, doing everything but what she
needed—sucking.

She squirmed and whimpered over him, doing her best to press
into his mouth. He gave a low chuckle and the vibration scraped over her over-sensitized
skin, bringing a gush of moisture from her pussy.

“Do you want something, angel?” His tongue played at her
some more, the touch still maddeningly light.

“Tell me what it is,” he murmured against her skin. “You
know I’ll give you anything you want.”

She loved how vocal he was during sex. Every word seemed to
speak of his arousal, and added to her own. She also loved when it came to the
point that he was so turned-on he couldn’t talk anymore. It was like a
barometer of her and Matthew’s effect on him, one he couldn’t disguise.

He was still tormenting her nipples, never giving her a firm
enough touch. Taking her so close to the edge that she thought she’d go mad,
thought that with one hard suck she’d explode like Fourth of July fireworks.

“Come on, angel,” that maddening voice continued. “Tell me
what you need. I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

When he’d awakened to the sensation of her soft lips burning
a path down his chest, Daniel had been utterly distracted from the fact that
they were in his bed. His bed.

He’d taken the sweet torment as long as he could before
assuming control. Hauling her up his body, he’d been unable to resist the
berries of her nipples, dangling in front of him like ripe fruit on the vine.

Now, he was desperate for her to ask for what she wanted. He
needed to hear her say the words, to know that she needed him as much as
he…wanted her. He’d never admit to needing her. It just wasn’t in him. But he
could admit to wanting her body with every aching inch of his.

“Suck me.” Finally! But he wanted more, wanted to hear the
explicit words of sex and lust from those plump, deceptively innocent-looking
lips.

“Suck you where?” He placed his lips on the underside of her
breast, sucking hard enough to raise a red mark on her skin. “Here?”

“Noooo.” Her denial was a drawn-out groan of arousal and
frustration. “My nipples.” She thrust them at his mouth. “Suck my nipples. Suck
them hard.” She was panting, whimpering with almost painful arousal. “God,
Daniel, I need to come.”

That was enough for him, and he latched on with a suction
that would have been painful if she’d been any less aroused. She immediately
gave a shriek of unbearable pleasure and wrapped her fingers in his hair as she
shuddered through her climax.

She collapsed against his chest, trembling with aftershocks.
The feel of all her bare skin rubbing against his like velvet sent a fresh
burst of tingles over his body. Sliding down a bit, she kissed his collarbone
before lifting her lips to catch his.

“Thank you.” She breathed it into the kiss, and her tremor
of pleasure worked its way through
his
body.

After a few moments and many kisses, she slipped out of his
grasp, easing to her back on the bed next to him. She smiled at his raised
brows.

“You might be done, angel, but I’m just getting started.”

She smiled and reached a hand out to him.

“Oh I’m not done.” Her eyes glowed almost gold. “Come here,
then.”

Daniel hesitated before he let Shannon draw his body over
hers. For all the exotic, mind-blowing sex they’d had, they’d never done
straight missionary alone with just the two of them. Somehow, heart to heart,
eye to eye, it seemed so much more intimate than any of the things they’d done,
alone or with Matt.

Now she lay under him, like some sort of feast. She was so
tiny, dwarfed by his larger frame. Her fragility was a bigger turn-on than he’d
ever have guessed.

Moving more gently than he’d planned to, he crooked his knee
under one of hers, bending his leg to draw her thigh up and open. When she was
open enough, he fitted his hips into the cradle of hers. He slowly slid his
throbbing erection over her slippery folds as he automatically reached for a
condom, only to swear viciously when he remembered that they were in his bed.
He didn’t have sex in his bed. Thus, no condoms in the room.

He started to lift off her, but her soft hands on his cheeks
stopped him.

“You’re clean,” she whispered. “You showed me your blood
tests.”

Of course he had. Any responsible, respectful lover would be
sure to reassure their partners of their health.

“I’m on the Pill.” He stiffened as he suddenly realized
where she was going with this.

“Oh no.” He’d seen Matt take her bareback, but had never
ever imagined doing so himself. One did not do that with a temporary lover.

But fuck, it was tempting.

“Daniel.” She continued to hold him captive with tiny hands
and enormous eyes. Her lower body arched, undulating over his straining cock
relentlessly. She was painting him with the moisture of her lust, and he felt
all his scruples beginning to melt beneath the flow.

“I need you in me.” He shuddered out a low groan in
response. “I need to feel you.” With a mind of its own, his bare, burning cock
tunneled deeper between her folds. “And I can’t think of anything sexier than
feeling you come inside me.” His hips jerked involuntarily.

She was unraveling him with nothing but her words. “I need
to feel how much you want me.”

That did it. With a deep grunt of excruciating pleasure, he
plunged fully into her steamy depths.

“Fuck.” He’d never done it bare before. Now he wondered how
he’d ever do it any other way.

“Fuck.” It was too much, too intense. He couldn’t form
words. Hell, he couldn’t form coherent thoughts. He couldn’t do anything but
drive all the way in, until he didn’t know where he ended and she began.

She wriggled against him, but he braced on one arm and used
the other to hold her hips still.

“No, let me,” he panted. “Let me take it slow.”

He
had
to take it slow. He’d never feel this again,
and he wanted to savor every second of it.

She felt so full. So incredibly surrounded. So cherished.
Having him over her, in her like this, was beyond anything. She could feel
every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock rasping her sensitive tissues. It
was fricking amazing.

He continued to power in, in, in, and then so slowly back
out. Each thrust touched her deeper, until he was touching her very heart. Her
soul.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, those laser-blue eyes connected with
hers. She’d never seen them so open. So vulnerable. God, if he was touching her
soul, she was looking into his. And it was beautiful.

The sight ratcheted her pleasure even higher. She could feel
her body drawing tighter, the deceptively strong muscles of her sheath
clutching at his cock as he kept his relentlessly slow rhythm. She knew she was
about to come and she thought, from the way his breath jerked from his chest,
he might be too.

“Daniel.” Her voice was ragged and broken. Her heart was in
her voice and in her words. “My Daniel.”

He closed his eyes, tipping his head back. He pushed up on
his hands, on straight arms so she could look down and see him working that
enormous, gorgeous cock into her.

Her jagged whimper brought his eyes back to hers, and
finally the words she’d kept bottled inside for so many weeks broke free.

“God, I love you, Daniel.” His body jerked tight and his
cock seemed to swell even bigger as his eyes widened in shock. “I love you so
much.” She knew there were tears in her eyes and in her voice. She thought
there might be tears in his too.

“You own me.” Now that she’d started, she couldn’t hold
anything back. “You own Matt and me both.” With each word his hips pistoned
faster, driving her implacably closer to release.

Suddenly he slammed into her, seating himself to the hilt
and grinding his pubic bone against her straining clit.

She came with a shriek that was his name.

* * * * *

What the fuck?

He’d never heard those words from a lover. In fact, he’d
specifically chosen lovers that would never say such a thing, even in the heat
of passion.

He’d like to believe it was the orgasm talking, but he knew
better. Shannon had shown her love in so many ways since the first time they’d
met. And now, hearing those dreaded words, all he could think was that he
wanted to hear them again.

It terrified him that it didn’t terrify him. It terrified
him that he wanted to say it back.

Fuck.

He felt himself swell, her sweet honey anointing his aching
flesh. He felt her shudder her release under him as her pussy rippled over him.
His angel wasn’t normally a screamer, and when she screamed his name it was
like music to his ears. He choked back the words that stopped up in his chest.

Fuck.

He had to do something to regain his balance. And fast.

In a lightning-fast move he pulled out, ignoring her wail of
protest. Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he used the other to flip her to her
stomach. He jammed the pillow under her stomach, pointing that delicious
bubble-butt in the air as he crouched behind her.

Before she could brace herself, he’d poised his cock at her
wet, ruby-red opening and was driving in.

This was better. All the pleasure, and fuck she felt good on
his bare skin, with none of the longing looks and terrifying intimacy.

Finally, his control slipped its leash. He pounded into her
almost brutally, drinking in each of her gasps, savoring her grunts as he drove
her into the mattress. He was swelling, swelling, and then he came.

It felt as if he came for hours, for years. Her body soaked
in his scalding release, and with the first spurt he felt her pussy seize up
again, clutching him in yet another powerful climax.

When the storm passed, he meant to get up. To go shower. To
regroup. Instead he collapsed against her, only barely managing to direct the
bulk of his weight to her side before sleep claimed him.

* * * * *

Shannon woke because she was cold. The duvet was on the
floor somewhere at the foot of the bed, and Daniel’s living heat was no longer
wrapped around her.

She turned her head just enough to gaze at his form on the
far side of the bed, barely visible in the dusky light of the bedroom. At first
she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing.

He lay on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow. His
shoulders were shuddering. His fingers gripped the sheet so tightly that the
knuckles were white. All at once, the tense, shaking body and the choked noises
muffled by the pillow made sense.

Daniel was crying. Deep, racking shudders from his shoulders
on down his body. She heard him moan deeply into the pillow. The sound was one
of loneliness and a kind of hurt Shannon had never heard before. It killed her
to see him in this state, killed her not to be able to take him and let him cry
in the safety of her arms. She was strong enough for both of them. She wanted
Daniel to look at her, reach for her, take what she had to offer.