I bob my head faster. His muscles clench as a deep groan rips from him. Two more strokes, and he breaks. Damian grips my chin, opening my mouth, and jets of his warm, sticky release coat my tongue. I swallow it down, licking the last drops from his throbbing cock.
“Up. Get up,” he heaves.
As soon as I’m on my feet, his lips are on mine again. I expect the same kind of bruising kiss that we shared a moment ago, but this is different. It’s slower, deeper, more intimate. His hands cup my face gently as he drinks from my lips.
It breaks me, opening my heart to let him in. These emotions that I’ve been feeling rush to the surface. I want this. Him.
I want our evenings together, having dinner and chatting.
I want our snuggles and the protection I feel wrapped in his arms.
I want him to command my body, settle my soul, and challenge my mind.
We kiss our way from the bathroom and into his bedroom. He climbs onto the bed, lying on his back.
“Come here and sit on my face,” he says.
“Are you going to let me finish this time?” I ask, already crawling between his legs to get to him.
“We’ll see how good you are.” His dark eyes track me as I move up his body. “You’re not doing yourself any favors taking so damn long. I want this pussy on my face, beautiful. Get here,” he growls.
I settle my legs on either side of his head and look down at him. “And you say I’m impatie—” I’m not even through my word when he buries his face in my pussy. A lewd gasp fills the air as I bite back a scream. The tension coiled in my belly pulls tighter, and my hips roll over the scruff on his face.
“Don’t be quiet. I want to hear you scream my name.” He slaps my ass twice in quick succession, and the sting of it mixed with the way he’s flicking my clit almost tips me over the edge.
“Don’t stop. Please, Damian. Please let me come,” I moan yell. I’m out of control with need. My release is right on the precipice when Damian flings me back, sitting up. My legs hook over his shoulders, my back completely off the bed, as he devours my pussy. I scream his name, chanting it over and over again. Blinding white lights flicker in my vision as the most powerful orgasm of my life pulls me apart.
We are a tangle of arms and legs, my need to have his mouth on mine overwhelming me. I straddle his lap, pushing him to his back.His erection is hard as steel between my legs despite his release only minutes ago.
My hand cups his face, his gaze penetrating into mine. Something feels different this time. More intense. More passionate. Just… more. His hands hold my hips, anchoring me to him as I sink into him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Look at how good you take me, beautiful. It’s like you were made for me.”
He slides his hand up my torso, while the other wraps around my ass. I rock my hips over him faster, and we find our rhythm easily, like we know exactly what each other needs.
I ride his cock like I own it, just like in his fantasies. Damian’s hand connects with my ass, and my pussy quivers around him. I love the way he takes charge in the bedroom but lets me lead at my own pace. It’s intoxicating, the way he makes me feel so desired and sexy. He makes me want to lose myself to him, to the moments we’re sharing. No overthinking, no second-guessing. Just him and me and the ecstasy we create.
He rubs circles on my ass cheek, soothing the sting, before he spanks me again. My inner walls contract around him, squeezing his shaft inside of me. A second orgasm builds in the base of my spine. Damian grips my hips and pulses into me, quick, dirty, hard thrusts that threaten to destroy me. I scream out loud, like an exorcist has taken control of my body.
“Fuuucck,” I moan. I feel him growing impossibly harder, his jaw tight, his arms tense. A million pieces of me shatter into oblivion.
Damian doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t let up as he chases his release. I bury my head in his neck, sucking on the pulse point that’s beating wildly, in time with my own.
“Are you on birth control?” he grits out.
I lick a path from the base of his neck, up his throat. “Yes. I take it religiously.”
“Can I come inside of you, beautiful? Do you want me to fill this pussy like I filled your mouth?”
“Yes, yes. I want you to,” I chant, holding on to his shoulders. His pace is relentless, dragging my orgasm out longer than I’ve ever known.
Our mouths fuse together, his lips commanding mine, and with three more thrusts, he stills. His release sets off another wave of pulses deep within me. I can’t believe I went weeks holding out on experiencing this again. We could have been enjoying this all along. I know one thing… I certainly don’t want to stop now.
I’m kiss-drunk, sated, and blissed-out as I slowly roll off him. The loss of him filling me leaves me feeling hollow. Damian’s face follows me, not wanting to separate our lips. He swipes a finger between my legs, then pushes his come back inside of me. His eyes shine with awe, his chest heaving, as he rakes his gaze over me.
“That was incredible,” I tell him breathily.
He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it. No words on his tongue. I know the feeling. My brain is mush, my body boneless jelly, and my heart… well, that might just belong to Damian now.
