But his lips cut off my question, and I fell under his spellagain.
This time, the kiss was slow, like he was savoring the taste of me. When he moved on top of me, still unhurried, I pressed my chest to him and closed any distance between us.
As much as I enjoyed our sweet kisses, the heat in my body called out for more.
I was the hare, and he was the tortoise.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground against him. He still wore his stage clothes, and I yanked on the buttons.
Throwing his shirt to the floor, I went for his pants next, but he grabbed my wrists and put them above my head, lacing his fingers with mine. “Such a greedy girl.”
“Can you blame me?”
He gave me his signature grin, and I swear I melted a little inside.
Running kisses from my forehead to my chin, I let my eyes shut as I enjoyed the sensations. His kisses moved down my throat and chest to the bare skin between my breasts that my dress didn’t cover.
“I think it’s time to take this off.”
And like magic, he worked with skilled efficiency to pull the fabric over my head and tossed it to the floor before making quick work of my simple nude-colored bra.
As his heated gaze raced down my body, a hum of appreciation came from his mouth.
We all had parts of our bodies that we hated, every single one of us, and I was no exception. But for some reason, under his gaze, I wasn’t worried he’d see my imperfections. I knew he only saw the stories my body told.
The scars from being too clumsy and getting hurt. The stretch marks that kissed my skin after my hormones rebelled against me, and I’d gained weight too fast, and then when I was too sick to eat for months. The fact that my stomach wasn’t as flat as everyone thoughtit was.
But all those things made me who I was, and right now, in Damien’s eyes, I knew I was perfect.
Perfectly imperfect.
I reached for his pants once again, wanting nothing more than to pull out his cock and worship it like he deserved. To show him how much I appreciated him. To tell him everything I couldn’t verbalize. Everything that I didn’t even know how to explain myself.
I wanted these moments between us to last a lifetime.
I left tomorrow on an early flight, and I wanted to make sure we took advantage of every second.
My hands dove into the waistband, not even patient enough to wait until I’d pulled them down. My palms slid over the soft skin of his cock, and I gave him a gentle squeeze.
Damien only let me go on for another few seconds before he pushed my shoulders back down to the bed and kicked off the remainder of his clothes.
Putting our bodies together, Damien once again took his time as he touched and kissed the rest of my naked skin.
He was so gentle and tender that when he finally pressed inside me, I’d grown so needy from his touch that I orgasmed almost instantly.
Knowing just what I needed, he rode me through the peak as I moaned and clenched his cock, before angling his hips to hit that one spot that made me see stars.
I was his puppet, my body on strings to manipulate as he pleased.
He tucked his head into the crook of my neck and whispered, “I love hearing you moan as I make you come.”
I groaned. Ready to burst into flames from his words alone.
And he fucked me like I was the most precious thing in the world. A priceless artifact to be preserved for years.
What I felt for him scared me too.
My body was sated. Exhausted, but energized.
