He must have felt it, because he slid down her body and planted his mouth over her clit. He sucked while he thrust a finger deep inside her.
Marlie cried out as she came, automatically reaching for his head to hold him there, so lost in her pleasure she could only ride it out as he lapped her up, his tongue firm, his mouth so fucking hot.
When he’d wrung her out, she lay panting, staring up at him in a fog of repletion.
He winked. “So easy. Let’s see how you handle round two.”
“Ass.”
He didn’t smile, intense as he leaned back to shimmy out of his jeans. He grabbed a foil packet from his pocket before tossing the jeans aside.
“Let me.”
“No,” he barked. “You do that and I’ll come before I’m inside you. I need to feel you around me.”
She nodded, staring in awe as he leaned back and rolled a condom over his monster of a cock. She bit her lip, wanting to feel him in her in the worst way.
Damon blanketed her once more, staring into her eyes as he angled himself at the entrance of her sex and pushed.
He slid so slowly, but the incredible fullness shocked her into a second, violent orgasm while his pelvis ground her clit.
“Fuck, Marlie. Oh yeah. Squeeze me.” He shoved all the way home, and she hugged every part of him she could reach while he pulled out and shoved even harder back inside her.
Not a small man, he rode her with a desperation that called to the needy woman inside her. “More,” she insisted as her headboard banged against the wall, Damon riding through her pleasure to reach his own.
She clutched his head when he met her for a kiss, loving his scent, his taste, the feel of all the power over her. In her.
“Gonna come. So hard,” he warned as she locked her ankles behind his back. “Oh fuck.” He shoved once more and seized, and she squeezed him as hard as she could inside her, gratified by his moans and loss of control.
Her own body continued to shiver, the ecstasy overpowering and a little frightening in its intensity. She’d never had mind-blowing sex. Until now.
She suddenly understood the bad choices so many of her old friends had made over the years. For sex like this, she too would overlook a lot of bad behavior. Hell, if Ben had been anywhere near Damon in bed, she’d probably still be with him.
“Wow.” She sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
He had frozen over her, his eyes shut, and now he blinked down at her, staring in shock. “A magic pussy. It’s not just a myth.”
“Um, what?”
He groaned and surged deeper, not withdrawing as she’d expected. “When the sex is this good, and it feels like you’re sticking your dick into an electric socket, tingly and achy and fucking orgasmic, you’ve met a mythological unicorn.”
“What are you talking about” She had a tough time focusing on more than what it felt like to have Damon inside her. Despite coming, he still felt huge.
“Ignore me. I’m nut sick.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She sighed.
“Gimme a little time and we’ll go again.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you made me wait because you ate too much cake.”
“Hey, you bought said cake.” She yawned. “I’m not that tired.”
“Yeah, me neither. But all the blood in my body rushed to my cock. I’m lightheaded.” He groaned as he pulled out, left the bed, then returned from her bathroom minus the condom.
Before he could slide next to her on the bed, she stopped him.
“What?”
She motioned to him. “Turn all the way around. I want to see all of you up close.”
