I can’t help the moan that escapes me when he reaches down and pushes his fingers between my cheeks and brushes his slick finger tips against my hole.
“I think…we’re going to need more than that,” I tell him, but enjoy it nevertheless. The way he massages the tight ring of muscle and his thumb slides up and brushes my taint.
“Ahh,” I gasp in pleasure, tilting my head back as he pushes against my taint harder, massaging it.
“Oh, I know,” Damian whispers. “Where?”
I realize he’s asking me where something we can use for lube is. I almost struggle to answer though, so caught up in rolling my hips against his prodding fingers.
Despite his wounds and how exhausted he’d been just hours before, he seems to be having no trouble keeping up.
“D-Drawer…oil…” I manage to say.
Damian shifts and leans over the side of the bed to the night stand, pulling it open and somewhat blindly digging his hand around until he leans back over with a small tub of coconut oil in his hand.
I wasn’t sure there would be actual lube in there, but I knew if anything there would be some kind of oil.
Coconut oil is a lucky find.
I expect Damian to slather his fingers and dick up with it, but instead he sets it to the side.
“Mm, let me prepare you,” he hums out his words. Then he slides down and away from my chest. I miss the weight of him pressing down against me, it makes me almost whine in objection. A sound that hasn’t been made for many.
“Come b—” my words are abruptly cut off by his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his tongue suddenly sliding over my hole.
My entire body goes stiff for a second before relaxing against his exploring tongue. He rims me so effortlessly. With his wet warm tongue drawing circles around my hole before slipping in ever so slightly.
I draw my knees up a little more, and my thighs shiver. My hands grab onto the sheets underneath me. I feel my length throbbing needily against my thigh and lower stomach, rock hard and aching.
“Does that feel good, Les?” he asks me and his breath breezes along my most sensitive areas that are wet and pulsing with need.
I choke out my words followed by a moan. “Fuck yes, baby.”
My head is spinning already, so when he finally lubes up his fingers with the oil and presses them inside of me? My eyes completely close. I can’t even begin to keep them open.
My mouth hangs open as Damian fingers me slow and hard, knuckle by knuckle until after the fifth pass, two of his fingers are completely inside of me.
I feel like they’re made of pure fire and I’m melting into it when he leans down and kisses the inside of one of my parted thighs.
It’s the single most tender gesture, and he continues to kiss down my thigh until he reaches my throbbing length.
“Look at you, wanting for me so badly,” he whispers and his breath washes over the sensitive skin of my cock.
I’m about to say something when he curls his fingers inside of me slightly as he thrusts them, and licks the underside of my length slowly.
Every one of his movements is deliberately slow. It almost makes me angry; I want him and I want him now. At the same time, it feels so fucking good.
I tilt my head up and manage to open my eyes to look at him, wanting to watch him as he drags his tongue down me again and flicks at my balls.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” I breathe out.
He hums and stretches me open further with his fingers.
My breath hitches and my head falls back against the pillow.
Damian uses his tongue to find a way along the edge of my hip back down my thigh and it makes me shiver hard.
“Mm, I mark you this time,” he whispers against my flesh.
