“I need more,” he growled, the sound so incredibly sexy that it turned me on even more.
I wanted to give him everything he desired, to let our bodies use each other in our search for euphoria.
I squeezed my thighs underneath him, trying to find some relief from the mounting pressure in my core.
He nipped and licked his way down my body to the waistline of my thong. Looking at me as he ran his finger along the planes of my stomach, he whispered, “You’re absolutely stunning.”
I grabbed his hand and sat up, before I pushed him back.
Confusion and concern crossed his beautiful face. Not an ounce of anger flickered behind those eyes for stopping him.
I saw the outline of him through the cotton pants he wore. The fabric stretched over his rigid length. He was hard, just for me.
Most guys would be pissed if you stopped right when things were getting good. But not him. Damien cherished this as much as I did.
I bit my lower lip, watching him as I scooted toward to the mound of pillows at the head of the bed. I let my gaze trace his fully clothed body as he sat back on his heels before me.He was disheveled in the most sexy and alluring way.
The fact that I had this sweet, kind, talented, seductive man completely mesmerized was the most euphoric drug. And one I’d easily become addicted to if I wasn’t careful.
His eyes swirled with deep, dark desire, not their usual clear icy blue. He cocked his head, asking me if I was okay.
“Strip for me.”
He raised an eyebrow as a smile curved his lips. “What?”
“I want to see you strip.”
He shook his head as he chuckled, but he stood and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and removed it.I could finally see the entirety of the tattoos that covered him. Figures inked into the side of his neck and arm.
God, he was perfect. He was everything I ever wanted.
His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip and the stud that sat snug against his skin, the room growing heavy with anticipation. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, my pulse pounded in my ears as I watched him slowly slide down that piece of clothing.
As he stood before me, with nothing to stop me from looking at every part of him, I burned with hunger for him.
His words echoed in my mind, “I prefer to go commando, sweetheart.”
My mouth fell open as I took him in. He deserved to be worshiped, and I was happy to comply.
I moved off the bed, dropping onto my knees before him. He inhaled sharply as my fingers found his cock, running them up and down his length before wrapping my hand firmly around it. A moan escaped his lips, his hips thrusting toward me as I tugged gently.
I looked up through my lashes, saw him watching as I moved my mouth closer.
The tip of his cock glistened begging me to taste it.
And I wanted to. More than anything. Desire roared inside me, and not just anything would sate my need. I moved my hands down as I ran my tongue across his slit, tasting his saltiness.
Damien pushed his hands into my hair as I licked down his cock and back up before putting my lips around him. The hiss that escaped him empowered me as I swirled my tongue against the tip and took him to the back of my throat.
The sound of his pleasure sent goosebumps down my skin.
I squeezed the base of him with my hands as I moved him in and out of my mouth.
He was huge and I couldn’t fit all of him in without feeling my eyes water.
“God, you look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Another moan escaped his lips. “That’s my good girl.”
His praise sent a new rush of heat to my core, and I squeezed my thighs together to release some of the pressure.
