Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Mara had already gone to meet with Daniel in one of the luxurious hotels located in the United States of America.

"Ugh", she groaned, falling her face first onto the bed. "I'm so tired".

She felt the mattress sink down as Daniel settled himself beside her. She turned her head and gave him an inquisitive look.

"How are you not tired?" She asked.

Daniel shrugged. "Who says I'm not? But mostly, I'm just really hot." He replied.

She rolled over as he shrugged out of his jacket, watching the muscles rippling through the thin fabric of his shirt. He caught her roaming gaze and suddenly, they both seemed to forget about their apparent tiredness in the face of the charged current running through them.

His gaze flickered to her lips as a soft, pink tongue darted out to wet them, taunting his eyes.

"Yeah", she whispered huskily. "I think I'm hot too". Said Mara.

Slowly, she sat up, her gaze never leaving his lips. "Why don't we take a shower?" she asked.

He mimicked her earlier motion and licked his suddenly dry lips as images flew unbidden into his head.

"Yeah. We should". He replied. He was surprised to find that his voice was just as husky as hers.

He stood, and held out a hand for her to take. When she did, he pulled her up, his other arm coming to rest on her waist, pleasantly surprised as she shivered, even through the layers of her clothes.

"You know, we're both a bit overdressed for shower". said Mara.

Her laugh was low and seductive. "I bet we can remedy that. He replied.

She placed her arms on his shoulders and caressed his skin all the way, slowly making them travel to the hem of his t-shirt. Her hands left a hot path of desire wherever they touched and he let go of her waist shortly, so she could pull the shirt over his head, the slightly small neckline ruffling his hair and sending them every which way. Her fingers quickly remedied the situation as they dived into his hair, both taming the strands and rubbing soothing circles at the back of his skull. He found himself leaning into her touch as blood pounded through his veins. It was amazing how the slightest touch from her had him thirsting, wanting for more.

Suddenly, he couldn't bear not to be the one touching her, making her tremble in his arms. He caught her hands in his, made her drop them at her sides. His hands found the first pearl button on her shirt and popped it open, feeling her heartbeat steadily beneath his fingers. He smiled when her breath caught as he brushed a finger against her satin smooth skin.

He made short work of the rest of the buttons and finally, her shirt dropped to the floor. Not letting her insomuch as she moves a muscle, he pulled the zip at the side of her waist down, letting her skirt down the same path as her shirt. His eyes worshipped her body as she stepped neatly out of the cloth pooled at her feet and stood daintily only in her bra and panties. He felt his pounding blood pool in the one area that wanted her the most, felt it strain against his jeans, begging to be released. The sight of her firm, high breasts, spilling out of her little lace bra, nipples erect and staring him in the eye did things to his nervous system. His eyes wandered down to the flat slope of her stomach, bronze and glowing like heated silk, the soft arch of her full hips, the little black scrap of fabric that covered the seat of her sensual desire and his fingers ached to tear it away from her, to rip it apart, so that she lay soft and pliant in his arms.

Her soft voice brought him out of his reverie. "My turn", she said.

She took a small step towards him, her hands found his belt buckle and released it. He sucked in a breath as she popped open the button and slid his zip down. Slowly, inexplicably, she lowered his jeans and followed the motion with her body, going down on her knees before him and staring up at him, desire swirling in her eyes.

He stepped out of his jeans as they reached his ankles, mindful of his throbbing erection straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. That too was soon gone as she divested him of the said fabric with a quick downward swipe of her hands and he stepped out of them too, his magnificent member standing proud and ready.

She swallowed and that tongue darted out again as she contemplated taking him in her mouth. Finally seeming to have come to a decision, she leaned forward and pressed soft lips on the inside of his thigh. His leg jerked at the almost electric contact and she smiled against his warm skin, coarse with hair.

She repeated the action several times, each time a bit higher than the last so that her lips stopped just short of his balls. His thigh muscles bunched and quivered under her sweet attack, almost as if begging for more. Obligingly, she transferred her attention to the other leg and started back up. This time, Daniel didn't let her finish as his hands found her underarms and pulled her up effortlessly. Without preamble, he crushed her to him and took her mouth in his. There was no skill, no finesse, just the melding of two hungry mouths, the battle of two fighting tongues. Daniel's hand dove into her hair, cupping her head and angling her head back as his mouth ravished her.

He swallowed the breathy moan that left her and promptly drew another from her as his tongue rubbed an arch against the roof of her mouth. Mara rubbed herself against Daniel's hard, male body, her taut nipples drawing small circles on his chest. The contact made them both groan at the contrast between them. Soft and pliant, hard and immovable.

Daniel dragged his mouth away from hers and stared into twin pools of sensuality almost similar to his.

"We better have that shower now".

She smiled. "Why don't you take me?"

With an almost feral growl, Daniel swept her up in his arm and she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her wet core against him, the fabric of her panties providing deliciously sinful friction. His step faltered and his hands tightened against her.

"Mara", he groaned. "You're killing me".

"Then let me do some more killing, don't you think?" She purred in his ear.

He all but kicked the bathroom door open and deposited her on the counter. Their lips smashed together again as hands roamed, Mara toying with his pebble hard nipples. He tore his mouth away and attacked her neck with small, nibbling kisses and soon her attack on his nipples was forgotten as she shuddered in his arms. His thumb rubbed small circles on her straining nipples through her bra and her breath grew ragged. Unable to go on any longer, he unbuckled her bra, tossed it aside and lowered his hot mouth to a peaked nipple, drawing it slowly into his mouth. The sound of her moaning his name made his cock jump a couple inches. She was clawing at his back now, making little meowing noises and arching her back to him, offering herself up to his prowling lips.

His mouth travelled to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first as his thumb found something better to do, rubbing her through the soaked fabric of her panties, loving as her hips rocked towards him.

"Daniel, please", she begged as her thighs began to shudder from the onslaught of pleasure he was assaulting her with.

Heeding her plea, he slipped a large finger under her panties and into her wet heat, adding a second finger when he found her dripping. Slowly, he thrust in and out, enjoying that her breath came in hot, hard pants. He drove her to the edge and just when she was about to cum, he ripped her panties apart and lowered his mouth to her. His tongue circled, stabbed and teased as his deft fingers continued their thrusting. Her legs fell apart as she grabbed his head and tried to pull him deeper into her. Taking that as his cue to move much faster, he took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked strongly, her taste flooding his mouth as she came undone, shaking and crying out his name in pleasure.

He cleaned every single one of her juices off before straightening

"How was that?", He asked.

She smiled. "Perfect, but we're not done". She replied.

Still smiling, she hopped down from her perch, took his cock in her hands and stroked. Daniel did all he could to stop his eyes rolling in the back of his head when she wasn't even started.

Once again, she went down on her knees and this time, she took him in her mouth, determinedly sucking, stroking and caressing. He let it go on as long as he could without cuming into her mouth before grabbing her, pulling her up and turning her over.

"Enough", he said as in one deft motion, he impaled her still throbbing pussy with his cock that was now swollen to bursting point.

He let out a moan of his own as she cried out and let her ass ride against him and he began to move. Slowly at first but with a pace that was fast reaching frantic.

"Hands on the floor", he said roughly as she struggled to stay bent over. She complied so her ass was in the air, giving him more room to pound into her from behind. Angling his hips so he hit her g-spot, he gave a powerful thrust that had her going over the edge again in an orgasm that rocked her world and made her pussy throb, milking him and pulsating around him, bringing him closer to his edge and finally tossing him over the precipice and strings of hit semen shot out of his penis and onto her ass as he pulled out just in time to watch his seed decorate her body.

Spent, he picked her shaking body up, hauled her to the shower and turned the hot stream on both their sweaty bodies. He washed her body and his, towelled them dry and finally took her back to their bed.

Her eyes were at half-mast from the steamy sex they'd had and she gave him a slow grin.

"Some shower, huh?" Said Daniel as he smiled crazily and started to cuddle Mara while she laid in the bed, trying to regain her lost energy.

After some time, he called the waitress to get them some food to eat as they waited for the waitress to arrive.