My bedroom is dark, the only light from the moon shining through the window. I flip on the lamp on the nightstand, needing to see her this time.
She stands at the foot of my bed, still wearing my shirt. While she looks good in my clothes, what's underneath the fabric is infinitely more beautiful.
“Take it off,” I tell her, nodding to the shirt.
She doesn't hesitate before grabbing the hem and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. When she drops it on thefloor and then she stands bare in front of me, I know for sure that I belong to her.
Not just because she's beautiful and her body is sinful. Because she's wild. Because she's free. Because she's mine.
“Your turn,” she says softly.
I push my boxer briefs down, watching her eyes track over my body. My cock is already hard. It has been since I found her in my kitchen wearing that shirt.
Moving to the bed, I sit on it with my back pressed to the headboard. Holding out my hand, I whisper, “Come here.”
She climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me. The sight of her on her hands and knees with her hair falling around her face makes my breath catch.
When she reaches me, I pull her into my lap with her legs straddling my hips. Her arousal soaks my lower stomach, and it takes every ounce of control not to just thrust up into her.
“Daemon,” she breathes, grinding her hips against me.
“Slow,” I tell her as my hands grip her hips to stop her from rocking. “We're doing this slow.”
“I don't want to go slow. I want you to fuck me.”
“Too bad.” I lean forward and capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make her gasp. “I want to take my time with you. There will be plenty of other times I'll fuck you hard and rough, but right now I want it slow.”
I work her breasts with my mouth and hand, switching between them, learning what makes her moan and arch into me. Her hands are in my hair, while her hips are rolling against me in a rhythm that's driving me insane.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need-”
“I know what you need.” I slide one hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. “Is this what you need, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I continue the slow circles on the swollen bud, watching her face as she gets lost in the way I toy with her body. She's so responsive, so open with what she wants. There's no pretenses or games with her. There's only her raw, honest desire.
“I want you inside me,” she gasps, her voice wavering. “Please, Daemon.”
She lifts her hips as I grip my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. Her arousal coats the tip in her wetness. “Fuck, you're so ready for me to fill you.”
“I've been ready since I saw you at the bar,” she pants.
With my free hand, I guide her down my length slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed. The half moan, half sigh sounds she makes goes straight to my cock.
“Look at me.” My words are a mix of a demand and a plea. Her eyes open, locking with mine. “I want to see you. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
She starts to move, rising up before sinking back down. My eyes dart between hers and the place where my cock disappears inside her.
She's so tight and wet, and the way she rolls her hips is fucking sinful. It's like she was made for this, made for me, and it is almost too much.
I grip her hips, helping her find a rhythm. We move together in a sensual and languid push and pull. It's not the frantic fucking from earlier tonight. This feels dangerously close to making love.
“You feel so good,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “So fucking good.”
I thrust up harder, hitting deeper, and she cries out. I can feel her tightening around me, and I know she's getting close.
“That's my girl. You're doing so good for me,” I praise her as one hand slides up to cup her breast. She moans, sinking her teeth into her full bottom lip. “Take what you need.”
