Then he takes a bite of me into his mouth. His teeth clamp down hard against my thigh and he sucks and licks at my skin until I’m squirming underneath him.
When he stops, a wet red mark is left along my skin and it feels so good.
“More,” I beg him. “Please…mark me more.”
And he does. He bites and sucks at the flesh of my thigh over and over again, all while thrusting his fingers inside of me right against the perfect spot of my prostate.
“Damian,” I moan his name once, and a second time, and then reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair. “I need you i-inside me, now.” My voice is so desperate that it almost doesn’t sound like me.
Damian slowly pulls his fingers out of my hole and I feel my muscles contract and ache in his absence.
He doesn’t make me wait long. He moves up between my thighs again and reaches for the oil. He spreads it along his length all while exhaling little huffs of needy breath.
The room is already so much warmer than it was, and sweat gathers at my hairline and along my chest. With my eyes open, I see the sweat glittering in his body hair and along his skin.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I pant out as he’s fisting his dick and guiding it towards me.
He looks up at me just before pushing the head of his length against my hole and his eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His damp hair hangs down and slightly obscures my view, but it doesn’t matter.
I can’t keep my eyes open once he thrusts inside of me, inch by inch. I take him with ease, even better than before. His arms fall down to either side of my head, and as he sinks down into me, his chest draws closer and his face tucks against the side of mine.
My hole throbs around his pulsing length, and my own cock is dripping. I’m not going to last long.
It’s almost as if he knows this, because instead of pounding me into the bed as hard and fast as humanly possible, Damian goes slow.
He reaches the hilt inside of me, and then slowly draws back out almost all of the way before thrusting back inside of me at the same pace.
His chest presses against mine, almost crushing even, and yet he doesn’t lose the precise movement of his hips. They roll and rock against me with just the right amount of pressure.
Each thrust brings me closer to the edge.
I turn my head to the side and press my lips against his cheek, then his jawline, and anywhere I can reach. One hand in his hair, one hand gripping tightly at his marred back. All I can do is hold onto him and moan in pleasure.
I can’t even speak. My lips are parted and my thighs trembling.
“You feel so fucking good,” Damian growls against my ear. “It’s so hard not to fuck you like an animal right now.”
My breath hitches in my throat and all I can get out is a desperate whimper of a moan.
“Or do you want that?” he asks me. “Mmm. Maybe later. When we’re both a little less…ah...fuck…mmm, wounded.” His words are cut off by his own breath gasping and his grunting into the side of my face.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his balls and thighs smacking against my ass and hole makes a rhythm that fills the room. The creaking of the bed is only slightly louder.
It’s wet and slick and every inch of me wants more. More and more.
Damian kisses my cheek, I kiss his, until our lips meet and I kiss him deeply. The kind of depth that the bottom of the ocean can’t compete with. Tongues swirling ardently and saliva dripping down my chin by the time we come up for air.
“I’m…so close,” I tell him as my length starts to pulse quicker.
I can feel him inside me. Every throb of the blood in his cock is felt through my hole and I know he’s close too.
He grunts against my chin and starts to buck into me harder and only slightly faster.
My stomach muscles tighten first.
“I-Inside,” I tell him quickly, hoping he understands what I mean.
