One Hot Bodyguard

Immediately, Daphne sat very still, aware of a red flush starting to make its way across her face and neck.

'Mmmm, very interesting,' groaned Kit, lines bunching up in the corners of his eyes as the pleasure started to show across his face. His expression was dancing with something that looked akin to desire, and Daphne found she couldn't tear her gaze away from him.

'I didn't say anything,' she gasped.

'Did you need to?'

A short silence followed, during which Daphne was only aware of a loud beating in her ears, and an even more insistent pulse between her legs. She wanted this man. She wanted to make love with him. There was no denying it. And that must be as clear to Kit as the nose on her face. Then, quite unexpectedly, he reached out for her hand, gently guiding her towards him.

'Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap,' he suggested, encouraging Daphne to straddle his thickly-muscled thighs. 'And then you can tell me all about it?'

Astonished that she was daring enough to follow his instructions, Daphne suddenly found herself very intimately pressed up against the sexiest man she'd ever seen in real life. Balanced on his lap, she was trembling violently now, though no longer from fear. This was all about lust, adrenaline and pure hunger. And thanks to them being so closely pushed together, there was no way Kit couldn't notice the reaction of her body. Unfortunately, Daphne also felt entirely overwhelmed in that moment, and was very grateful for Kit being able to read her emotions perfectly.

'Hey, just relax,' he crooned, taking one of her hands in his, to be stroked tenderly by his thumb. The additional contact made Daphne gasp, but not as much as when he dropped a moist kiss against the centre of her palm, his wickedly dark eyes gazing up at her. Instantly, her skin prickled as a wave of heat surged through her abdomen, setting her clit tingling in anticipation.

'So, tell me,' Kit continued. 'What do you require in a lover? Hard? Soft?' he grinned playfully, enchanted to see her flushing again, as a result of his words. 'Safe? Dangerous?'

'Oh God,' moaned Daphne quietly, as he dared to kiss along to her sensitive wrist. But he wasn't done with her yet.

'Rough? Smooth? Controlled? Unstoppable? I can be anything you need me to be, just so long as this goes further. Because I'm burning for you right now.'

'You are?' she breathed, genuinely surprised by his admission.

'Of course,' he smiled gently. 'I think you're completely amazing. So? What do you need, in order to quench your horniness?'

'You,' she managed to stutter. 'I just need you, in whatever form that takes.'

'Is that all?' he murmured, a hand migrating behind Daphne's neck, before gently encouraging the distance between them to evaporate. 'Well, that I can definitely manage.'

But Kit didn't kiss her on the mouth immediately, as she'd thought he might. Instead, he brushed his lips gently against her cheek, teasing Daphne with his proximity, purposefully remaining just out of reach, as the lust began to build. When he kissed a path across her cheek and down her neck, Daphne groaned with intense longing, goosebumps erupting along her arm as she wantonly tilted her head away to provide him with better access.

'Please,' she whispered, aware of the arousal seeping through the thin material of her panties, while her heart raced. She was so hot for him. So. Damn. Ready.

Apparently willing to show mercy at last, Kit relented. When their lips finally joined, both parties exhaled a sigh of relief, mingled with extreme pleasure. At first their kiss started out slow, exploratory and teasing, allowing Daphne to gradually appreciate the situation she unexpectedly found herself in. Her senses were all running on overdrive, as the incredible scent of Kit filled her up. She had no idea what brand his aftershave was, other than being both expensive and very addictive. But when combined with the masculine aroma of his body, it was just about responsible for blowing her mind. Daphne could barely breathe, let alone think straight.

Both groaning with longing, their true animal desires were soon rising to the surface, to take control of the situation. Clawing at each other's bodies, their tongues dared to probe and delve ever-deeper, leaving Daphne in no doubt of what a hugely talented lover this man would be. Suddenly, displaying a degree of strength she had never witnessed in a partner before, Kit easily stood, lifting her body as though it weighed less than nothing. Gently, he took a step towards the roaring fire and tenderly laid Daphne down onto the thick rug.

'I'm quite capable of giving you all the options I listed,' grinned Kit. 'Especially hard and unstoppable,' he added, pulling the T-shirt over his head to reveal the most chiselled body Daphne had ever seen.

'Fuck...' breathed Daphne, on the verge of hyper-ventilating.

'But right now, there's only one way I want to make love to you, and that is with infinite tenderness.' With a soft smile, Kit lay down beside her. Then, propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed his lips to gently engage with hers. Surprisingly affectionate yet passionate, his kiss portrayed confidence, strength and, above all, lust.

Tentatively, at first, Daphne's hands explored his powerful back and neck, revelling in the warmth and softness of his skin. They seemed to kiss forever, their tongues moving with slow, deep strokes, making the experience feel more akin to conversation. But all good things must come to an end, and at long last, they eventually pulled apart. Fortunately for Daphne, the 'good' thing now ending was just about to turn into a great one.

'I do believe it's time for me to explore a little further,' murmured Kit, sending her a brief wink before his mouth traversed slowly downwards.

Expertly unfastening every clothing barrier that stood in his way, Kit soon had Daphne down to just her bra and increasingly sodden panties. Breathing in deeply, his exhale was accompanied by a long, low growl, leaving her in no doubt that Kit was able to smell her arousal which was now wafting through the warm air between them. Gently sliding his hand behind her, he unclipped her bra, stroking the straps down from her arms and away without pause. Instantly, Daphne felt extremely exposed, able to feel the skin around her hardened nipples tightening in anticipation of Kit's touch.

'Fuck,' he groaned, his eyes darting towards hers before returning to his prize. 'You are beyond gorgeous.' Swallowing hard, he reverently bowed his head. Daphne knew full well what was about to happen, but that didn't prevent her from gasping with intense anticipation. She felt increasingly dizzy the instant Kit's warm, wet lips made contact with her sensitive skin and gently sucked her nub inside his talented mouth. In a reflex reaction, Daphne's spine arched upwards, subconsciously encouraging him to take more as her shameless body turned to liquid. She was becoming entirely subsumed by the skill of this man; he demanded her full attention. Consumed her. Possessed her. Now she just needed him to fill her.

Almost as though he were psychic, Kit's hand started to slide down her tummy, his fingers easily delving below the waistband of her panties but failing to touch her. Daphne's hips automatically squirmed in response, her natural reactions causing her to pant hard.

'What...are...' she tried to ask, but her trembling voice was too weak.

'You know...' Kit replied softly. As he gazed at her, Daphne became aware of his eyes softening considerably. 'You know exactly what I'm going to do next.'

Kissing a path back up to her mouth, there he playfully teased with his tongue, begging for permission to enter. The instant Daphne willingly opened her mouth to him, Kit's fingers softly parted her pussy lips and slipped into her heat. A low, deep groan of desire ricocheted its way up her throat, to explode across Kit's tongue, which was now entwined intimately with her own. The sound mingled pleasingly with a similar release of satisfaction emanating from Kit. Briefly, he withdrew his mouth from Daphne's, giving her the brief opportunity to release a frantic yelp.

'Fuck! You're perfect! So tight, so wet and so fucking welcoming...' growled Kit. 'You've made me awfully hard, Sweetheart.'

'Oh God!' whimpered Daphne, for although Kit might be saying words, she could barely process them when his wicked fingers were responsible for taking all of her focus. They hadn't paused once, ensuring that she continued to grip hard with all of her strength. The sensations being caused as a result were mind-boggling.

Just then, Kit's thumb found the base of her clit and applied a pressure so exquisite that it literally whisked her breath away. In that moment, Daphne found herself struggling to remember her own name, let alone what may or may not have taken place earlier that same night.

'Don't stop!' she yelped, the words out of her mouth before she'd even had a chance to register them.

'No chance of that happening,' he admitted, as he thrust firmly inside. Daphne writhed and groaned against his intimate caress, quickly appreciating how Kit's magical fingers had a way of rendering everything else in the world utterly obsolete. Suddenly, her body began to spasm entirely outside of her control.

'Go on,' encouraged Kit, reading the signs. 'Are you gonna cum for me, baby?'

'Yes!' shrieked Daphne, her jaw clamped so hard that she could feel the tendons in her neck tightening.

'But should I let you?' he asked, teasingly, momentarily reducing the sensation which instantly caused Daphne to groan in despair. 'Give me your neck and I'll carry on.'

With a cry, almost against her will, Daphne did just that. Tipping her head aside, she allowed Kit's teeth to graze the length of her neck which was practically an erogenous zone all of its own. How the hell did he know that? Concurrently, his thumb nudged against her clit and his fingers sank deeper than ever.

'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' she chanted, encouraged beautifully towards the very cusp of her release. Only when Kit allowed a lazy finger to drift backwards towards her tightly clenched rosebud did she finally explode beneath him, grinding her pelvis hard against his insistent hand as her screams of ecstasy filled the air.

On and on he drove her, extending her pleasure until Daphne was a gasping, pleading shadow of her former self, sprawled messily on the rug in front of the fire, begging for mercy. Eventually, with a cheeky smile, Kit withdrew his hand, pulling her panties down as he did so.

'Tell me,' he asked teasingly. 'Do you only swear when you're horny or being shot at?' Daphne immediately giggled. It was true; she didn't tend to curse, except in extremis. And the majority of the past twelve hours certainly slotted into that category.

'My poor language is entirely your fault! You're very naughty for a bodyguard, Detective Kit Wheeler,' she panted. 'I'd go as far as to say you're filthy.'

'Ha! You ain't seen nothing yet, Ms Jacobson!' laughed Kit, amused at her use of his full title.

'And seriously hot...' Daphne added as an afterthought. 'My filthy, hot bodyguard.'

'You think I'm hot?' he enquired, one eyebrow rising in a very sexy way. 'Well, that's incredibly good news.'

'And I need you inside me!' Daphne demanded, growing in confidence as lust began to take over.

'Mmmm, there might be a problem with that,' he admitted, before shuffling even further down her body, using his tremendously broad shoulders to wedge Daphne's thighs wide open.

'What's the problem?' she tried to ask, but the words simply wouldn't be formed. She could feel Kit's breath against her most intimate area, the delicate graze of his stubble against her soft inner thighs. And then his tongue ran through her deep, wet channel before settling confidently around her fluttering clit, at which point literally nothing else in the world mattered.

Daphne had slept with a handful of men in her time, but she'd never quite understood what the fuss was about oral sex. But with Kit, she got it. An absolute master of her pleasure, his tongue was a thing to behold; a weapon continuously challenging her self-control. He was somehow capable of exerting the most perfect pressure against her clit, as the delicate nub was suckled into his mouth to be exquisitely administered by his flicking tongue. And then when his plunging fingers were added into the equation, well...she simply didn't stand a chance. Screaming out her pleasure, her entire body shaking and twisting in response, Daphne's orgasms were off the scale. Kit made her cum a crazy number of times that evening and only allowed her to be released from his spell when her body was on the verge of being unresponsive.

'Need...you...inside...me,' she managed to utter, through a fog of the most intense sexual satisfaction she had ever known. She was shocked to find herself almost incapable of speaking, her words now raw and raspy, thanks to the formidable workout her voice had been subjected to.

Kit crawled back up her body, holding himself above Daphne on his elbows and knees, still very much dominating proceedings.

'I'm really sorry, but I can't,' he grunted, sounding as disappointed as Daphne clearly was. 'I got carried away earlier, promising you stuff in the heat of the moment. But then I realised that I don't have any condoms. I wasn't exactly expecting this to happen so I came unprepared...so to speak,' he said, grinning slightly to acknowledge the double entendre. Daphne gazed back at him in astonishment. So Kit had just spent goodness knows how long ensuring her pleasure, knowing that he wasn't going to get sex at the end of it? Was this guy for real?

'I'm clean,' murmured Daphne with growing confidence, realising she had to take control of this situation. 'I'm on the pill, and I need you inside me. I'm gonna struggle to put into words just how badly.'

'You want me to make love to you badly?' chuckled Kit, immediately causing Daphne to laugh too and breaking the mounting tension. 'Well, that's never going to be a problem.' He could try to deny it all he liked, but in so far as Daphne was concerned, she didn't doubt the experience of making love to Kit would be phenomenal. 'I'm clean too,' he added as an afterthought, in order to provide reassurance.

And then words became irrelevant. Rising to his feet, Kit unfastened his thick belt and pulled it swiftly from the loops of his trousers. Aware he was providing quite the floor show, he slowly released his button fly, and eased his remaining clothing away from his faultless body.

'Wow,' mouthed Daphne, gazing up at him in awe. His erect cock was in perfect proportion to the rest of him. Hard, long and incredibly thick, the sight instantly made her internal muscles clamp down hard, as she wondered what the hell something that size was going to feel like. No previous lover got anywhere close to comparing.

'We'll go slow,' murmured Kit, noting her anxiety as he returned to the floor and settled himself above her. 'Super slow. I promise.'

And, as good as his word, he returned to gently kissing her mouth, allowing Daphne's worries to simply evaporate. She was able to faintly taste herself on his tongue, as she became overwhelmed by the sensation of her body sliding against his warm skin, making her feel like the sexiest woman alive. Over time, Kit took hold of his mammoth cock, dragging it wetly against Daphne's swollen pussy lips, making her cry out with frustration and desire.

'Please,' she begged. 'Please.'

With a low grunt, Kit placed himself into position and ever so carefully eased his hips forward. Within seconds, they were lost. Kit gasped loudly, quite overwhelmed with how tight Daphne was gripping just his bulbous head. In turn, she groaned with untold delight as his warm, solid girth gradually stretched her body, silently informing Daphne that she would be made to work hard for her pleasure. But, by God, wouldn't it just be worth it?

With incredible care, Kit continued his slow entry, knowing that he was a lot to handle. For such a big, powerful guy, Daphne found that his empathetic, thoughtful attitude almost made her weep. He could so easily just take what he wanted from her and stab his way inside, but instead, this whole experience felt as though it was all about her pleasure. Daphne felt her chest fill with a longing to see this man again. Many, many times more.

At last, Kit bottomed out and their groins meshed. They both took a moment just to breathe, the sensations physically overwhelming. And then gradually, they began to move intimately against each other, ramping up the sensations and very quickly escalating Daphne towards yet another orgasm, despite her fully stretched state. As Kit returned his mouth to hers, Daphne knew this was everything she could possibly want from a romantic coupling. Affectionate, sensual and highly erotic. Locked away in their little cottage in Wales, far removed from ordinary life, it felt as though they were the only two people in existence.

Their mouths were making love to each other by this point, Daphne vaguely aware of Kit's light stubble grinding against the delicate skin of her face. But the slight discomfort was nothing compared to the euphoric sensations being enjoyed elsewhere on her body. On and on Kit moved inside her, riding out each and every one of Daphne's orgasms but never submitting to his own, in order to draw out both of their pleasure. But he wasn't immune. Over time, Kit's gentle hip movements had morphed into something far more demanding. Not that Daphne was complaining; on the contrary, it simply made her cum harder.

'What happened to soft and tender?' she panted, when at last their mouths drew apart, largely so that Kit was able to alter the angle of his body and thrust deeper than ever.

'What can I say? You bring out the animal in me,' he growled, his eyes blazing with passion. 'Up on your elbows and knees. Now.'

His tone might well be commanding, but Daphne's body was largely outside of her own control. Recognising that the insane levels of pleasure she'd endured had adversely affected her ability to move, Kit placed a kiss on her forehead, before assisting Daphne onto her knees. Ensuring she wasn't positioned too near the fire, which had since died down to little more than embers thanks to their attentions being diverted elsewhere, Kit lined up behind her. Placing a large hand on the back of her neck, he pushed Daphne down to her elbows, to ensure her hips were tilted into the best position.

'Aaaaaaaaagh,' she groaned, as Kit fed his thick shaft deep inside. From this angle, it somehow felt bigger than ever, which surely must have been practically impossible.

'Good girl,' he praised, commencing a smooth set of hip thrusts which had Daphne muttering curse words with every sharply exhaled breath. 'You're taking me beautifully.'

Kit quickly built up the pressure, his hips thrusting powerfully, ensuring that Daphne felt all of him. Every. Single. Inch. In a rare moment where Daphne managed to open her eyes, her head rolled around in disbelief, scarcely able to believe this was happening. The guy had extraordinary staying power. Stunned by his raw sexuality, she was totally overwhelmed, as Kit methodically hit a spot so very deep inside and encouraged her to climax again, despite her exhaustion. He used every trick in the book to extend her capacity for pleasure, eventually winding her long hair around his hand and pulling her back down onto his cock, where he continued to drive into her relentlessly.

Digging her fingernails into the thick pile of the rug, from somewhere deep within, Daphne found the strength to fight back. Beginning to rock herself firmly backwards, she managed to match Kit thrust for thrust, her movements clashing against his forward ones and causing an intensity that was simply off the scale. Kit obviously thought so too because now, every motion he made was accompanied with a low growl of despair. A bubble of excitement exploded within Daphne's chest. At last, she was going to see him shatter.