Free Dark Nights by Kitti Bernetti

allowed him to escort her out of the blousy dining room and into the privacy of their suite. The Royal Suite was sumptuous, split-level, a curious oval shape. As she looked out at the night settling over Green Park, she felt Sebastian caress her from behind. He ran kisses up her neck distracting her from the plane trees spreading their branches over lovers escaping arm in arm from the madness of Hyde Park Corner into the sanctuary of the green oasis. The scent of newly cut grass wafted upwards as Sebastian’s arms enclosed her, pressing her against the gym-toned sleekness of his chest. She turned to him, and felt her body tingle as he undressed her. His eyes delved into her soul as he carefully undid her clothing, peeling it away. She stood naked before him and watched, the round globes of her breasts rising and falling, his slow undressing. When he stepped towards her and cleaved his body to hers it sent ripples of pleasure through her like the first rumblings of an earthquake. When he lay her down and ran his fingers over her body from her toes, up her ankles, over her calves, kissing her skin with hungry passion, she buried her fingers in his hair and luxuriated in its softness. When he mounted her, she wrapped her legs around him with an abandon that said more eloquently than words, ‘I need you.’ As he cupped her breasts in his hands, as she saw his eyes flicker with ecstasy as she grasped the rock hardness between his legs and guided him into her, she realised she had come to a decision. He was going to make love to her, to sleep a full night with her and this time she wanted him. All of him. All her life she had been told to be independent, to be an island but she didn’t want to be the Ice Queen any more. This man was special. Coupling with him, giving herself to him was the ultimate. It might destroy her. He might decide that having won the final prize he would discard her, throw her to the wolves, leave her behind. But sometimes she reasoned as she teased open her petals and guided him inside, you had to take risks. Sometimes it was worth it. 
    Sebastian raised himself up to kneel on the bed with her locked over the magnificence of his cock. He brought his arms around her, his muscles sinewy as he lifted her onto him, as she slid down the enormity of him. Her hair fell forward, and he breathed in the scent of it. ‘Come for me, Breeze, come over me, come inside me, give me everything.’ Her whole body was welded on to him, gloriously trapped in his hold, his cock like a ramrod filled her and tantalised her. He grabbed her buttocks and started lifting her up and down so that the sensation of his ridged cock sliding over her aching clit, massaging the little bud to sensitivity was heaven. Breeze threw her head back and he closed his mouth over her nipple, so softly, so carnally she could hear his lips doing their work as he licked and flicked with his tongue. Her clit swelled like a ripe red cherry. Every piston movement of his cock made her wetter, as he drove faster, her heart racing to keep up. 
    ‘You’re gorgeous, I need you, I want to fuck you forever,’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I want to drive you wild, hear you cry out for more.’ His voice as smooth as milk chocolate lilted like a chant as she closed her eyes in sheer abandonment, giving herself up to his driving force. So this was what being ravished really meant, it meant having every sinew of your being focussed on one man, being possessed, being … Red hot desire moulded his muscles into relief. He had leant down, without her even seeing it and now, as he eased her forward slightly off his burgeoning cock, she felt a vibration so delicious, so unexpected, so wildly exhilarating it forced goose bumps racing up her skin. The vibrator was small, discreet, he played it just long enough on her ripe clit to practically drive her up through the ceiling. He threatened to melt her under his red-hot gaze. then he switched it to the shaft of his cock.