Chapter Seven
Lydia
Lydia felt rested in a way she hadn’t in years. The soft, warm bed cradled her body perfectly, and sunlight filtered in through the curtains to her left. But her windows were on the right. Her sudden disorientation quickly fled her brains as a hot, wet tongue lapped at her clit.
She gasped, her hands flying down to the head between her legs, gripping his hair and pulling until she could she his face.
Right, Damian.
The night before came rushing back. The house. The revelation that he had basically been stalking her for months. The bath. Then her masturbating on top of him as if he were her own personal BarcaLounger.
“Oh good, you’re awake. I didn’t want to eat my breakfast alone.” Since Lydia was holding his head firmly by the hair, Damian gripped her ass in his hands and lifted her hips so that his mouth once again covered her pussy. Unable to deny the sensations he sent racing through her core, she ground herself against his face.
Morning sex wasn’t something she had ever experienced before. Normally, she kicked out her conquests long before they got to fall asleep together. Apparently, she had been missing out. After a long night of sleep, her nerves seemed to be at attention, ready and willing to bend to the will of the sexy man between her legs. Her brain, however, also fired on all cylinders, and she couldn’t seem to turn it off.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.” Her voice came out thin and needy, and she wished she had fortified herself to hide her desire for him.
“That was last night.” He shifted, placing both his hands on her thighs and spreading her legs wider. “Today, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget a world outside us exists.”
Apparently thinking no more words were necessary, Damian dove back in, sucking and biting at the bare lips of her pussy before moving in to suck her clit in one long, hard pull. He feasted on her like a man starved. Like a man who had been a frequent participant in the antics that go on inside a sex club, then turned celibate for six months after seeing a glimpse of a woman he felt was destined for him and him only.
Lydia’s head spun with the knowledge that this man seemed obsessed with her and was willing to go to great lengths to win her over. She still wasn’t sure he was on the up-and-up. After all, how many men fell in love at the first sight of a woman in a magazine? But she wasn’t so concerned about it that she couldn’t take a few laps around his bed while she figured out what to do with him.
An intense orgasm built deep in her core, bearing down on her so fast she knew there would be no preventing it, no stopping the pleasure, even if she did normally like to back off from the edge a few times before allowing herself to go over. Damian obviously had other ideas and gave her no choice in when and how she came.
One second her world was whole. The next, everything shattered. The pleasure ripped through her, taking her logic and pride with it. Lydia screamed, pulled Damian in closer to the very center of her, and fucked his face even harder. Pieces of her soul, her heart, splintered off, going to God only knew where. It never seemed to end. Damian added two fingers deep in her channel, taking her higher. He bit down on her clit, then sucked and licked the pain away before doing it again.
This was the opposite of the usual orgasm control she liked to exert. She had zero control and found she liked giving it up to Damian far more than she would have ever thought, or admitted.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Damian allowed her to descend from the other side of her orgasm. Her limbs shook, and sweat covered her skin. His large figure crawled up to loom over her pleasure-blurred vision.
“Hope you have enough left in your reserves to let me fuck you, because I’m not near done, even if I did come against the bed while you humped my face within an inch of my life.” Damian rubbed his hard cock against the soaked and swollen lips of her sex. God help her, she wanted more. She wanted him filling her pussy and making her scream more. The thought of him coating himself and the bed in his release while he gave her pleasure did things not only to her body but to her heart.
“As long as you don’t mind me just lying here, fuck away, my friend.” She spread her legs out farther, even as they continued to shiver with the remnants of the hardest and longest climax of her life.
Damian chuckled, shifting his hips so that the underside of his length swept up and over her clit, then back down. Lydia’s hips bucked at the contact, craving more.
“Friends, huh? Do you let your friends feast on your cunt like that?”
“No one has ever gone down on me like that in my life.” She thought the admission would cost her something, some small measure of pride at admitting that he did things to her body that an entire room full of people hadn’t achieved. But the opposite was true. It felt good to tell him the truth, to see the warm pride fill his eyes that he had provided her with such an immense amount of pleasure.
Damian tilted his hips, letting the tip of his cock rest at her opening, but never took his eyes from hers. She could see the question there—the question everyone who has ever been into kinky sex knows—the checking-in gaze, making sure she was still all in. And she was. The reservations and anger she had felt yesterday somehow melted into a pool of warm honey in the bottom of her stomach. Lydia couldn’t pinpoint what did it. His insistence to not fuck her the night before, even while she tortured him by masturbating on top of him, using his fingers. The way he held her all night, something she’d never done before. The orgasm wake-up call. Or perhaps just his unrelenting need to have her. They all combined to break down the walls around her heart she thought she had constructed so well.
“Fill me, Damian.” Pressing her hips up and forward, Lydia hissed as the broad head of his cock breached her opening. She was no blushing virgin, not by a long shot, but his size was still shocking even to her. He pushed forward inch by inch, and she was sure he would bottom out at any moment, but he just kept going. “Jesus, how much is there?”
Damian huffed a laugh. “Just a little more, sweetheart. I promise you can take it.” With one final push, he buried himself balls deep into Lydia’s body, the fit so tight she swore she could feel the blood pulsing through the vein running up the bottom of his thick cock.
Once again defying all her expectations, Damian didn’t open up into the wild, forceful fucking she thought he would give her. Instead, he paused. Shifting his weight from his hands to his forearms, he pressed every inch of his body from chest to hips to hers. They molded together, his hard planes to her softer curves. “A friend and his wife always joke about doing it ‘old faithful-style.’ They’re adventurous in bed too, but Trent always goes on about how his favorite thing in bed now is doing it missionary with his wife tight against him. I never got the appeal, thought he was crazy, and whipped.” One of his fingers came up to sweep a stray chunk of hair from Lydia’s face. “But I get it now. I don’t want to miss a single expression or reaction on your face. I want to feel surrounded by you while we make love for the first time.”
Words lodged in Lydia’s throat.Make love?Is that what they were doing? Everything felt different with Damian, more intense than any other lover she’d ever been with. Felt every touch more deeply than having a million hands on her. A mixture of fear and joy rolled through her nerves. Emotions were never something she allowed to be a part of her sex life. But with Damian the two mixed in a terrifyingly natural way.
Seeming to sense his words had overwhelmed her, Damian began to move, distracting her from the torrent of thoughts clouding her head. “Shhh, when was the last time you slowed down and just enjoyed sex? Didn’t race to the end or try to outdo your own kinks?”
Lydia shook her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She hated that tear. It burned a mocking trail down her skin, putting her heart out there for Damian to see without even having to try. Lydia hadn’t cried in years, since those first months of struggle and scraping when she pushed to get the company off the ground. But twenty-four hours with this man was proving that she had shuttered so many things in her life. Things that were bursting out of her in bright rays.
Damian kissed the tear-stained skin, resting his forehead on hers as he slowly rolled his dick in and out of her slippery pussy. His hot breath skated over her skin, seeming to seep into her and become a part of her.
“I want to do things with you I’ve never done before.” Damian’s breath was shallow, panting with the effort it must have taken him to hold back, to not fuck her like the wild man she knew he normally was in bed. “I want to feel everything. Every cell, every millimeter, every beat of blood through your veins. I want to feel it all. I want to come inside you. I know you’re clean thanks to your membership at the club. And you know I am too. I wouldn’t be allowed inside Zion if I wasn’t. If you want me to stop and put a condom on, I will. But fuck, am I hoping you’ll let me fill you with my cum. I want to sit back and watch it dripping out of you, knowing a part of me will still be inside, walking around with you every day. Just like you’ve been walking around inside my mind, my heart, since the day I read your words and saw your picture.”
