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Nash looked down to see her kneeling there before him, all lush curves and carnal beauty. Those big brown eyes were closed, the lashes swept down against her cheeks. As she moved forward on him, her hair slid and covered a nipple just partially, playing a game of peekaboo hotter than anything she did onstage.

That this woman, a woman he’d been fantasizing about and pursuing for months, was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his cock, blew his mind. Her taste still painted his lips, her scent on his hands and face. Here in her room, surrounded by her, she marked him and it only really occurred to him at that very moment just how deeply.

He waited, watching her as his orgasm approached, weighing coming with wanting to fuck her right at that very moment. It was the idea of seeing her, watching as he slid into her that made his choice, but Dahlia was having none of that.

“Baby, wait.” He tried to step back but she shook her head and continued. “I want to be inside you when I come. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for three-and-a-half months. And after you came apart on my lap, coming so pretty the last time I was here, I’ve wanted you even more.”

She pulled off and looked up at him. “Oh, you’ll be fucking me. But now you’re going to let me finish this. I don’t plan on letting you leave for many hours.”

Before he could argue she took him deep and hard, swirling her tongue around as she did.

“Fuck!” Damn it, that felt good. The woman had some skill, that was for sure. It only took another minute or two until he locked his knees and his head fell back as he came on a hoarse cry.

Giving the head of his cock a parting kiss, she stood and pushed him back onto the bed. “Rest up. I’m going to order a pizza. I haven’t eaten all day and I think I’m going to need my strength. I know you will.” She grinned. “You do like pizza?”

He smiled. The whole thing was novel to him. The student apartment, take-out pizza and making love to a woman he…well, he really liked. “Anything but anchovies. Do you have beer?”

“Do I have beer? What kind of silly question is that?” She leaned over the bed, her luscious ass in the air as she riffled through some papers. He saw the glistening lips of her pussy and his heart skipped a beat.

Sitting up on the bed she called for pizza with expertise that told him she’d done it many times and then turned back to him. “Beer now? I’m going into the kitchen.”

“Sounds great. Thanks.”

Lying there, hands behind his head, he watched the captivating sway of her ass as she left the room. From his spot he could see her go into the kitchen and grab two beers, pull the bottle opener off the fridge and crack them both open one-handed and come back toward him.

“It’s Friday night. Pizza won’t be here for an hour or so. Whatever shall we do in the meantime?”

He grabbed the beer out of her hand, took several long pulls and put it on the nightstand. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”

Without another word she put three condoms on the nightstand next to his beer. “Let’s go.”

Reaching out, he took her wrist and pulled her down to the bed with him. “Open those thighs, Dahlia.” He slid a fingertip along her labia, grinning. “Still wet, I see. Good.”

One-handed, he rolled a condom on and pushed her knees up and apart, holding her wide open for him. She reached around and guided the blunt head of him true just as he thrust into her body with one long, hard movement.

Her eyes widened as a gasp tore from her lips and then closed momentarily as she sighed softly.

He held her open to him, with his grip on her legs. The weight of his body spread and positioned her just the way he wanted her, her skin soft and warm under his palms, her breasts swaying with each press he made deep into her pussy. The clasp and clutch of her body welcomed him with each roll of her hips.

Her hair spread about her head, eyes looking up into his face, lips parted just so, glossy and still swollen from sucking his cock—so fucking beautiful and desirable his chest hurt just looking at her.

“Arms above your head, grab the headboard.” Smiling, he took in her reaction as she did it. Her breasts hitched up, her back arched and her eyelids dropped to half-mast. Ah, she liked being dominated. Good, he liked dominating her.

The room was quiet but for the wet sounds of cock meeting pussy and her soft sighs and whimpers. Oranges and purples colored the walls and her skin as the sun began to set.

Each piston of his hips sent his cock deeper into her body, building, building his orgasm from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth and a pretty flush began to pinken her skin.

“Dahlia, make yourself come. I want to feel your pussy come around my cock.”

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Oh, how she loved a man who knew what he was about in the bedroom! Even more, a confident, dirty-talking man with an edge of dominance. Yum.

“Can I move my hand?”

Leaning down, he nipped her bottom lip. “Yes.”

Bringing her hand to her lips, she wet her fingers and he groaned. The deep sound echoed through her body. Her hand slid, slowly, down her body to her pussy. Knowing he was watching her thrilled her right to her toes.

Her clit was a hard knot beneath her fingers. Reaching down to where they were joined, she brought more lube upward, slowly circling it, a soft sigh coming from her lips.

“Does that feel good, Dahlia?”

His gaze didn’t give her any room to deny or ignore the question.

“Yes.”

“It does indeed. Your pussy is hot and greedy, Dahlia. Every time I pull out, it grabs me and sucks me back in. It feels so good. Tastes good, too, soft and wet. I can’t wait to taste you again.”

Words failed so she just nodded enthusiastically. Hell, yes, she wanted that, too.

A razor-thin space held her back from climax. It threatened just behind a wall of time, and, with a moan of pleasure, it burst through her, blinding her to anything but the two of them—his hands holding her open to his thrusts, her fingers playing against her clit, the smell of sex hanging in the air and the weight of his body over her own. Coming always felt so immense when a cock filled her pussy, made her feel just slightly out of control. And as a woman who put a high premium on control, such moments meant all the more.

“Damn, that feels good,” he whispered just as she felt the first jerk of his cock, climax bowing his back as he made one last, deep press into her pussy and held himself there for long moments.

Watching him above her, a slow bead of sweat rolled down his neck. Utterly unable to resist, she leaned up and licked from shoulder to earlobe, tasting the salt of his skin.

He sighed, rolling to the side and dealing with the condom. Moments later he was back, pulling her against him while they caught their breath.

The doorbell rang and she got out of bed, grabbing a robe near the door. Snorting, he pulled his jeans on quicker and moved past her. “You think I’m gonna let some punk of a pizza guy see you nearly naked? Uh-uh, that’s my special treat.”

“There’s a twenty near the door!” she called out as he left the room and she headed to the bathroom.

She emerged to find him laying out plates at her table. The smell of a fully loaded pizza wafted through the air, mixing in a very wonderful way with sex. Pizza, Nash and hot sex? A very nice combo. If there’d been chocolate involved it would have officially been Nirvana.

“What are you thinking about? That’s one wicked grin you’ve got there.” He laid two pieces of the pie on her plate and then on his own. “And I quite like that you’re a super combination pizza sort of woman.”

“Why is that?” Taking a bite, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste.

“You’re a woman of voracious appetites. I like that. Lush, carnal, intellectual, funny and not afraid to eat. That’s really rare these days.”