Page 87 of Dark Surrender

I rub them even harder, and her arms collapse. Iris’s chest meets mine. Which just won’t do. We’re not done yet. Not even close.

Taking Iris by the shoulders, I force her to sit back up. With one hand on her hip, I guide her back and forth across my member, as I grip her throat with the other. Lost in the delirium of pleasure, Iris relinquishes control, and it suits her. To let me lead. To give her this. To show her what it’s like to trust someone with your body.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just let go and come. You got this. You feel my cock? He’s ready for you. Come on him.”

Iris shudders.

I reach around and grip her ass cheek and shove her pussy against my shaft. Hard. Brutal. Fast.

Then she’s there.

A moan. A scream.

Head thrashing back.

Coming. Coming. Coming.

And so am I.

Cum bathes my boxers as I help my woman through every pulse. Every goddamn moment. I bask her in beauty and trust. And when she’s done, and the last fluttery breath leaves those perfect lips, only then do I let her collapse onto my chest, cup the back of her head, and kiss wherever I can, over and over again, as I whisper sweet nothings.

Iris

“You did so well, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Dark mutters as he rubs my back, and I try not to freak out.

I… I did that.

I dreamed about us having sex. It was one of those vivid dreams that felt real, but when you wake up and realize it isn’t, you’re disappointed. It was one of those.

I tackled him to the bed, didn’t I? And used him… to get off.

Shame spirals in my gut as Dark’s finger notches under my chin, forcing me to look up at his face.

“You okay?”

“Yes. I…” Trailing off, confused about what to say, I look at his lips. They’re red like he’s been chewing them. Fuller on the bottom than the top.

To thank him, I lave my tongue across the bottom edge.

Dark’s eyes roll into the back of his skull, and he groans as that hand trailing down my back dips lower and grips my cheek. “Fuck,” he rasps like he swallowed gravel, and it’s hot as hell.

Emboldened, I do it again, and his tongue flicks out when I’m done as if he’s trying to taste me there.

“Sweetheart,” he grits. “I think you need to put that tongue in my mouth.”

Nerves flutter in my chest as I lean up just enough and lick into his mouth just as he said. Like a snake strike, Dark grips the back of my head, rolls me onto my back with him on top, settles between my legs, and devours me.

And I don’t stop him.

I curl my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and I give him a part of me I’ve never given anyone else. A real kiss. One that I want. It’s sloppy and unsure, but I lose myself in him. The heat of his chest sticking to mine. The racing of his heart. When he rolls his hips and brushes that hard length against my clit, I don’t try to stop him. I dig my heels into his ass and urge him to keep rubbing there. Harder. Faster. In time with his drugging kiss. It’s everything I never knew I needed.

When his cock coaxes my clit to give in, I cry into his mouth, and he swallows every sound. The world fades and time ceases to exist.

And when I’m left floating, my body no longer there, I drift asleep in the arms of someone I… trust.

Sated.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR