My chest rises and falls in rapid pants as I study his lithe form. He’s so slender, but when he moves, all those muscles show.
Damian can be so hard to get a read on, and I’ve had a crush on him for ages. Having him here with me like this is kinda surreal. I’m nervous but excited to see what comes next.
“Okay, this isn’t going to work.” He wraps his forearm between me and the mattress, and he knee-walks me up the bed until my feet no longer hang off. His eyes are hazy, and his whitish-blond hair falls around his face as he appraises me once we’re settled. Tugging his hand from under me, he brings it to my side, sliding it up and cupping my tit. “I always thought I was more of an ass man. Right up until I caught sight of your tits,” he says, staring at my chest.
My face heats while my insides light up at his words. There’s something so genuine about Damian, and I’m growing addicted to it. His thumb flicks over my nipple, and my head thrashes.
A potent wave of cramping rips through my abdomen. In no way am I expecting it, and I whine.
Damian surprises me by gripping my chin in his hand. He tilts my face to his and kisses me with a ferocity that I haven’t seen from him yet. He lowers his weight onto me, and his hard shaft bumps my pelvis.
I spread my legs even wider, letting my knees fall to the bed.
Damian must enjoy the view because he growls.
“Please,” I sob against his lips.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts are convinced we can manage. So, here goes nothing.” His crown bumps my clit and slides through my lower lips. Once it’s lined up with my opening, he thrusts.
Damian isn’t fucking around. He slams deep inside me and pulls all the way back out again.
My body was just getting used to being full, and then it’s gone. Only to have him impale me again.
The hour we spent making out helped prep me, and he feels amazing. I slide a hand around the back of his neck while the other snakes between us to work my clit.
My pheromones flood the air, and the scent is so potent that it must qualify as a perfume. He snarls, bucking into me violently.
He slams his lips to mine, and my eyes widen. I was not expecting feral Damian, but I’m so here for it.
Every snap of his hips forces his tip to brush my G-spot. It’s an entirely different experience than with Declan or Ravvi, who were almost too careful at first.
Damian pulls back from our kiss, shaking his head like he’s trying to force away the fog. “Are you okay? Fuck, my head is a mess. I’m hazy.”
“I’m good,” I assure him. “Am I okay to touch you?”
“Please do.” He pushes his mouth to mine once more and growls. The sound vibrates against my lips while he picks up his strokes.
My hands work up and down his back, teasing his soft skin. It’s intense, and I love feeling this connected to him.
I bounce with each thrust, and he finds a rhythm he really likes.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
Musicians are all about rhythm.
His tart blueberry scent makes my head foggy, and I whimper as my pleasure builds almost violently.
If he keeps slamming into my G-spot… Hell, I don’t know what will happen, but I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself.
It’s almost too intense, and my entire body quakes as the euphoria takes over.
I sob a plea for his bite, but it’s muffled by his lips. The next thing I know, my orgasm rushes over me. My pussy locks down on his hard length, and all I can do is moan.
“Okay,wow,” Damian chokes out. “I can barely thrust with how tight you just got.” His cheek falls to rest on mine, and he drags his cock in and out as my pussy ripples. “This is unreal. You feel amazing, Cove.” He groans, his shaft growing longer and thicker.
When he freezes, I know I have to do something. I plant my feet on the bed, grinding over him from below as he empties inside me.
His body shakes, and the expression on his face is so fucking sexy that I barely know what to do with myself. Tilting his face to mine, I capture his lower lip between my teeth and swirl my tongue over it.
