He groans my name and kisses me hard, stifling the sounds he’s pulling from my body as he keeps working my pussy like he owns it. Instead of adding another finger and slamming into me, he keeps it slow and gentle while his thumb abuses my clit in the best way possible, forcing the orgasm to last longer than I thought possible before softening his touch.
Aftershocks run through me with each brush of his thumb, and when he breaks our kiss, he slides down my body and burieshis face between my legs. He licks around the finger that’s still firmly inside me. Deep groans of appreciation are all I hear as I let my arms fall to the side, every part of me feeling like it’s made of liquid heat, too heavy to lift and not wanting to even if I could.
He slides his finger out, slowly sucking it clean before giving my slit another long lick. His breathing is ragged, and I expect him to take his pants off so I can return the favor, but he just rests his head against my thigh and gives me a kiss while his hand lays splayed out on my lower stomach.
Reaching for him, I run my fingers along his. “I want to do something for you,” I tell him.
“You just did,” he says and then turns his head so he can kiss my thigh again.
Chapter 13
Damien
Iwish I could spend the rest of my life like this—Sitka’s sweet, spent body beneath mine, her pussy cleaned by my tongue, limbs still softly shaking from the orgasm I just gave her, and the sweetest smile playing at her lips while she looks at me. It’s perfect, and I wish it could last longer, but that’s not the kind of relationship we have right now. Ours is the kind that’s built on secrets, the kind that has to stay hidden for the time being, and it kills me to do it.
My lips brush along her inner thigh as I kiss her again, not caring that my cock is so painful I can barely move or that I’ll be stuck with it for who knows how long. None of that matters right now. Her fingers run through my hair and then stroke the line of my jaw while she catches her breath.
“It’s not fair that you’re going to be miserable all day,” she says.
“I won’t be miserable. I’ll have you and the memory of how beautiful you looked when you came.” I grin and add, “And how fucking tight your pussy clenched onto me when you did. I also have the taste of you on my tongue. Trust me,besyonok. I’m anything but miserable right now.”
I give her soft skin another kiss before forcing myself to move so I can help her get dressed again. It takes longer than it should because I keep stopping so I can nip and suck at the body that’s slowly disappearing from my view. It’s downright painful when I do the top button of her jeans and she’s completely hidden from my sight.
Lifting my eyes to hers, I say, “I swear to you that one day very soon I’m going to tell the whole world that you’re mine. No more hiding, no more sneaking around. Just you and me and nothing between us.”
She grins down at me. “It’s a date.”
I kiss her fingers when she brushes them over my lips and then watch as she gets up. Before we leave, she glances around the room, taking in the few items I’ve left lying around. There isn’t much, just a few pieces of clothing and the Steam Deck I use when I can’t sleep. Video games have always made sense to me. They clicked where books never did.
I feel a brief twinge of guilt when I think about the secret I’m keeping from her, but then it’s replaced by fear and a deep desire to not be humiliated when she turns her head and asks, “No books? I can’t imagine going anywhere without at least one suitcase full of nothing but books.”
“I’m not much of a reader,” I say, convincing myself that it’s not really a lie. I don’t want to disappoint her, so I add, “I like audiobooks.”
Her whole face lights up at that. “Really? What do you like to listen to?”
“Usually horror or sci-fi. What do you like to read?”
She smiles and I swear blushes a little bit when she says, “Romance.”
“Why are you blushing?” Walking over to her, I hook a finger under her chin and tilt her face up, grinning at the embarrassed look on her face. “What kind of romance books?”
She groans and looks off to the side when she says, “Dark romance.”
I don’t know much about romance genres, but my imagination fills in the blanks while I grin down at her. “Don’t worry,besyonok. I can do dark.” Leaning down, I wrap my fingers around her slender neck and nip at her full bottom lip. “I can be as depraved as you need me to be. That won’t be a problem.”
The quick inhale mixed with the heavy-lidded look she’s giving me has me smiling even bigger before I let her go. Grabbing onto her ass, I give her a squeeze and say, “We’re not done talking about this. I want details later.”
She nods and wraps her body around mine for a tight hug. “I want to hear about what you like too, to know what you want.”
“I want you,” I say, “in every way I can think of.”
“Do you have a pretty good imagination?”
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I whisper, “Yes, it’s very vivid and very wicked when it concerns you. So many dirty fantasies have been running through my mind since we got here.”
“I can’t wait to hear about them.”
My teeth graze her ear before I say, “I can’t wait to bring them to life.”
