Damon licks at the seam of my lips, begging for an invitation. And when I finally grant him access, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, devouring me hungrily.
His fingers trail down my face, neck, breasts, belly and then to the apex of my thighs. I open wide for him and gasp at the first touch of his fingers grazing my already wet slit.
When he sticks a thick finger inside of me, he lets out a hiss through clenched teeth when he realizes how turned on and wet I am for him. “Victoria, I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles against my mouth before claiming me with his tongue, lips and teeth again.
His adept fingers find my clit, and he strums me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm within the matter of a few minutes.
“Damon!” I cry out.
He pulls back suddenly, panting. “Fuck, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. I need to be inside of you,” he confesses.
“I want that too,” I tell him, palming his cheek before leaning up to kiss his soft lips.
He stands and retreats to the bathroom, rummaging through his discarded clothes before returning a few seconds later with a condom in his hand. Climbing onto the bed between my spread legs, he rips open the gold foil wrapper and sheaths his cock. I swallow hard at the sight of his impossibly long and thick cock bobbing between his muscular thighs.
Damon lines himself up and then enters me, filling me slowly inch by glorious inch. Groaning loudly, he cages me in under him, securing his weight on his bulging biceps. Our faces are close, and I can see the anguish on his face as he takes his time entering me to make sure he's not hurting me.
Damon feels impossibly thick inside me, and I groan as he stretches me, my fingernails digging into his firm ass as he drives his cock in and out of me in a relentless rhythm.
Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I pull his mouth down to mine.
We kiss slow.
We fuck slow.
But soon it's not enough. Damon is fucking me so gently that I’m almost out of my mind with desire. He’s treating me like I’m made of glass, and I don’t like it.
“Please,” I beg him. “I need you.”
He grits his teeth and continues his torturous rhythm that has me practically climbing up the wall. “When you’re better, I’ll fuck you six ways from Sunday, Victoria. But not now.” He stares into my eyes as he repeats, “Not now.”
Our lips lock into a slow and passionate kiss as his hips slow to a lazy roll.
Okay, so maybe making love is okay for right now. And Damon is right…I’m not totally better yet, and I’m already starting to feel exerted at this pace.
All too soon I can feel the pleasure quickly building up inside of me, and it's not long before I reach the precipice and tumble over, my orgasm unfolding in a rush.
"Fuck yes," Damon hisses in my ear as my inner walls squeeze him tightly.
I cry out his name as stars dance in front of my vision from the explosiveness of it all.
Damon fucks me so deeply then that it prolongs my orgasm until I'm nothing but a quivering mess underneath him. "That’s it, baby," he whispers. Then, he slams into me one final time before he finds his own release.
He stays there, suspended above me, for a long time, kissing me tenderly and sweetly before slowly pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside me.
Damon pulls me into his arms, and I listen to his racing heart beneath my ear. My breathing is erratic, and I feel like I just got done running a marathon. My lungs ache, but it’s a good kind of ache. It makes me feel alive.
I place a kiss on Damon’s chest before resting my head over his beating heart once more. “You wore me out,” I say with a chuckle as I struggle to keep my eyes open. “Stay with me?” I whisper against his skin.
“Always,” he whispers back before placing a kiss on the top of my head as I fall asleep in his arms.
CHAPTER 20
DAMON
OVER THE NEXT week, Victoria’s therapy works wonders, making her strong – stronger than ever. She’s been eating regular meals, working out, and she looks healthy.
And so damn happy.
