With my dress around my hips from the way he carried me through the house, he easily lifts my back from the floor to pull my dress over my head. Now, I'm left in just my black lace thong, bare to him. The way he looks at me makes my entire body flush with heat.
“Fuck, Gianna…” The admiration in his voice has a blush creeping into my cheeks. “You're perfect.”
“I’m only perfect for you,” I say, grinning up at him. “Take off your pants and boxers. I want to see the rest of you.”
He huffs a laugh, but he's already unbuckling his belt. I watch him in fascination as he shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down in one smooth motion.
Then, he’s naked before me, and I suck in a hitched breath at the sight of his dick. I almost forgot how long and thick it is. Pressing my thighs together to relieve the growing ache in my core, I lick my lips at the sight of the bead forming on the head of his cock. The need to have him in my mouth making me lean closer to his erection.
“Sweetheart, do you want to taste me?” he asks, his words echoing my unspoken thoughts.
I hum and nod my head. “Get down here, and I’ll show you exactly what I want.
He drops to his knees, one on either side of my thighs. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his length, loving how velvet soft the skin feels against my palm. An approving hum rumbles low in his chest, spurring me on.
Moving forward, my tongue slips past my parted lips, lapping up the salty drop of his arousal. I moan at the taste of him. My eyes meet his as I take the entire fat tip into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it.
Daemon’s hand moves to my hair, slowly guiding his dick in and out of my mouth. His movements aren’t forceful, but it’s enough to tell me how much he wants what I’m doing to him. I watch as his chest heaves with each exaggerated breath.
A groan passes his parted lips as I move faster, taking him further into my mouth and down my throat. I fight against the need to gag around him as he hits deeper, my eyes watering more and more as I fight against the reflex.
Suddenly, Daemon pulls me off his cock, a trail of saliva shining in the dim light between us. “You have to stop, baby,” he rasps through labored breaths.
“Did you not like what I was doing?” I tease, smiling up at him innocently.
“You know it’s the opposite,” he laughs, catching his breath. His hand moves from my hair to cup my cheek, and I lean into his touch. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. I don’t want this to end just yet.”
Scanning his face, I see the truth there before I ask my next question. “How long has it been?”
Daemon leans down until his face is in front of mine, eyes darting around my face to read my reaction. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I swallow hard at his confession. Offering him a soft smile, I confess, “I haven’t been with anyone since New Year’s.”
A second later, his lips are on mine, devouring my mouth. He’s pouring every ounce of his feelings into this kiss. It’s a confession, a plea, a declaration all wrapped up in the best kiss of my life.
As I reach for his jaw, he pulls back with a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. He moves back, and his fingers hook into the sides of my thong, dragging it down slowly. The entire time, his eyes remain locked on mine..
“I'm going to taste this pussy and make you come on my tongue first,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Then, I'm going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”
“That’s a big promise,” I manage to say even though my voice is shaky.
“I don't make promises I can't keep.” He tosses a wink my way as he parts my thighs and lowers himself to my center. “I thought I made that clear on New Year’s. Let me remind you.”
Before I can come up with a sassy response, he circles his tongue around my clit.
I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, holding him to me. I need to hold onto something at the way his tongue glides through my center, before putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit again. There is nothing gentle about the way his tongue moves. He's devouring me as he grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding me open for him.
“Daemon,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his face. “Oh fuck. Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. His tongue flicks overmy clit again and again. Then, he's sliding two fingers inside me, curling them, and hitting that spot that makes me see stars.
“That's it,” he growls against me. “Come for me, Gianna. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
I'm already right there, wound so tight I can barely breathe. His fingers pump into me, his tongue works my clit, like he needs my release as much as I do.
Without warning, I cry out his name as the orgasm rips through me in waves. My thighs close on instinct, trapping him between my legs, but he doesn't stop. He keeps up his assault on my clit, and draws out every ounce of my pleasure. I shake and writhe against his mouth until I can’t take it anymore. I’m too sensitive. I pull at his hair, ripping his mouth away from my pussy.
“I can’t,” I pant, body still shaking and chest rising and falling quickly. “Fuck.”
