Surrender

Nia’s POV

“Daniel…” I whispered breathlessly when he finally pulled back so I could grasp air. The name sounded strange even to my own ears. I pushed the thought away, it didn’t matter. He was here now, that was all that mattered.

His only response was a low, brutal sound that vibrated through his chest. One of his hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing firmly as he lifted me effortlessly. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his hips instinctively. The red lace thong I wore offered almost no barrier as i felt the hard ridge of his arousal press against my core.

He carried me toward the bed without breaking stride, his mouth devouring mine again. Rose petals scattered as he laid me down on the cool sheets, his body following to cover mine. The weight of him was heavy and grounding, making me feel small and desired all at once.

My fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric open to reveal the expanse of his chest. I ran my hands over him greedily, tracing the defined lines of muscle, i could feel faint scars under my fingertips. He was so much more manly than i had imagined. Stronger and More commanding.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his voice deeper and rougher than usual. His lips trailed hot kisses down my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point. I arched into him with a soft cry, my nipples tightening painfully against the lace bra.

His hand moved to the clasp between my breasts. With one swift motion, he unhooked it, sliding the red lace away to expose me to the cool air and his burning gaze. I shivered as he looked down at me,eyes dark with lust, there was no hesitation,No gentleness ,Just raw hunger.

He lowered his head and took one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, my back bowing off the bed. Pleasure shot straight between my legs, making my thighs clench around his hips. All his attention was on my breasts,licking, sucking and biting gently until i was writhing beneath him, my fingers tangled in his thick hair.

“Please…” i begged, unsure of what I was asking for. The ache between my legs had grown unbearable, a throbbing emptiness that demanded to be filled.

He seemed to understand my need,his hand slid down my body, over the curve of my stomach, until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my thong. He stroked 

slowly at first, teasing the slick folds, circling my clit with maddening precision. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against his hand.

“So wet already,” he growled, the words vibrating against my skin. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” i gasped. “God, yes. I’ve waited so long for you.”

His finger slid inside me, then another, stretching me carefully while his thumb continued its assault on my clit. I felt my world narrow to the sensations he was pulling from my body. I had touched myself before, but this… this was nothing like my own hesitant explorations. His fingers were thick, confident, curling in just the right way to make stars burst behind my eyelids.

He worked me relentlessly, adding a third finger, scissoring them to prepare me. The pressure built higher and higher untill I shattered with a sharp cry, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I trembled beneath him, breathless and dazed,but he didn’t stop.

While i was still recovering from the aftershocks, he pulled his fingers free and moved down my body. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong and dragged it down my legs, tossing the scrap of lace aside. Then his mouth was on my private area,hot, wet, and merciless.

My hands flew to his head, gripping his hair as his tongue flicked over my sensitive clit. He licked and sucked like a man starved, two fingers plunging back inside me, curling against that spot that made me see white. The pleasure was almost too much, bordering on pain in its intensity. 

I tried to close my thighs overwhelmed, but his strong hands held me open, forcing me to take everything he gave.

“Too much… oh god, I can’t...” I whimpered, but my body betrayed me, my hips were grinding against his face.

“You can,” he said against my folds, the vibration making me jolt. “Come for me again.”

And I did,harder this time, my second orgasm ripping through me with a scream that echoed in the suite. My vision blurred, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.

Only then did he rise up, shedding the rest of his clothes with efficient, predatory grace. My gaze dropped lower, and my breath caught.

He was big,thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Far bigger than anything i had imagined in my fantasies. I felt a flicker of nervous anticipation mixed with the lingering haze of champagne and pleasure.

He noticed my stare and gave a slow, dangerous smile. “Scared, little one?”I shook my head quickly, though my heart raced. “No. I want this, i want you.”

He positioned himself between me thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my clit with every pass. I whimpered lifting my hips, begging silently.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and rough.

I met his eyes in the dim light. They were intense, almost feral,dark pools that seemed to see straight through me. For a fleeting second, something felt… off. The way he looked at me wasn’t like Daniel at all, It was too commanding, too experienced, too hungry. But the thought dissolved as he began to push inside me.

The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he slowly sank deeper. Inch by inch, he filled me, the burn mixing with a deep, aching pleasure i had never known. When he reached the barrier of my virginity, he paused, eyes locking onto mine.

“This is what you wanted?” he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“Yes,” i whispered, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes from the overwhelming fullness. “Please… make me yours.”

With one powerful thrust, he broke through.

I cried out sharply, the pain sharp but brief. He stilled inside me, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust while his lips brushed soft kisses along my jaw and temple.

“So tight… fuck, you feel perfect,” he groaned, the words sounding almost reverent.

After a moment, the pain faded, replaced by an incredible sense of being completely filled. I shifted experimentally, and pleasure sparked through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

He began to move slowly, deep strokes at first, then building in pace and intensity. Each thrust pushing me higher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with my moans and his low grunts. He angled his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars with every stroke.

I clung to him, lost in the rhythm. This wasn’t the gentle, romantic first time i had pictured. This was raw,Primal and Consuming, and I loved every second of it.

His hand slipped between us, thumb circling my clit as he drove into me even harder. The dual sensation pushed me over the edge again. I came with a broken sob, mywalls fluttering and clenching around his thick length, pulling him deeper.

He didn’t stop,his thrusts grew erratic, more forceful, chasing his own release. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time and spilled inside me, hot pulses filling me as he rode out his orgasm.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin pressed close. I felt floaty and blissed out, every inch of my body humming with satisfaction. I had done it,i had given myself completely.

As sleep began to pull at me, i smiled softly against his chest.

“Happy birthday, Daniel,” I whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to his skin.