He toys with me expertly. Again and again, swirling his fingers over my clit, making my toes curl into the carpet. I’m barely holding onto any semblance of focus because my body is a toy and Damien is playing me like a puppet on a string.
The climb to the edge is sweet, it’s welcome, it’s everything I want it to be. Suddenly, Damien pulls his hand away, and I can’t help crying out for more, my eyes watering, as he smirks down at me.
And then, he slaps my pussy—once, twice, three times—before he starts teasing my clit. He pulls away, and another three swats come hard and fast. He continues this rhythm until I’m clawing his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, and suddenly, he dips two fingers into me, causing an eruption so violent, I scream. My eyes shut so tight that I see the fucking starry sky burst with fireworks. I quake under him, and his fingers squeeze all the air from my lungs until I’m a wet shuddering mess.
I’m no longer here on earth. I’m not on this bed. I’m somewhere else, somewhere I’ve never been. I don’t know how long it takes me to open my eyes again, but when I do, I’m lying with my head on the pillows, and Damien kneeling between my thighs.
“What…” I glance around, noticing I’m in my bedroom. I feel like I’m no longer in my body. It’s a strange feeling.
“Nice to see you back with me,” he says, as his hands roam my legs, up to my thighs. And then he’s nestled between my legs. “I was going to fuck you tonight, but you were a bad girl.”
“I… I got jealous.”
“I know. I did it to get a reaction out of you,” he tells me. He doesn’t make a move to tease me, but I can feel his hardness pressing against my core.
“What are you going to do now?”
He doesn’t look at me, he’s lying on me, but his head is facing the window. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his silky hair. I watch his long lashes flutter, and I wonder if he’s going to fall asleep like this.
“I’m not someone who’s vulnerable,” he speaks after a long silence. “I don’t allow people to see that side of me. I don’t break, I don’t fall, and I certainly don’t care for people besides my brothers.”
“Okay.”
I’m sure he can hear the confusion in my voice, but he doesn’t look at me, even now. I don’t know what else to tell him. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, myself. But, actually, telling him so would make it real. And if I’m merely a fun time for him, while he’s here looking after me, then I don’t want him to know how I feel.
“You make me vulnerable, Nesrin. You’ve fucking broken through walls I’ve had up for years.” The honesty in his voice is raw, brutal almost, and it steals my breath. “I don’t like this feeling of not being in control, of me, of you, of my fucking feelings.”
“Are you saying you have feelings for me?” I ask, but I can’t stop the stupid smile from appearing on my face. Damien finally glances up at me, and my stomach flutters because him being so close, looking directly at me, feels as if he’s boring a hole right to my very soul.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
25
Damien
Heat sears me. Smooth, silky skin envelops me, and I smile when I open my eyes. Every inch of tanned, caramel flesh is exposed, but it’s the heat from between her thighs that has me hardening.
I didn’t fuck her like I wanted to. Seeing her hurt herself broke me last night. I opened up; I ripped my chest wide, so she could see what she’s doing to me. As much as I tried to deny it, I have feelings. And they’re nothing like I’ve experienced before.
She’s still asleep when I reach for her mouth. The pad of my thumb swipes along the plump flesh. Her soft breaths come out faster. Snaking my hand down to her thighs, my fingers delve toward the prize, and I find her wet.
“Naughty girl,” I murmur, and a small smile creeps up on her lips. “Are you lying there wanting to hump my thigh?” I ask as she curls herself around me.
“I’m sleeping.” Her reply is drenched with sleep. But I don’t stop my ministrations, pumping my fingers into her body. She’s so fucking tight. I have no idea how she’s going to take me inside her. And I want that, I crave it more than anything else on earth.
Nesrin mumbles something under her breath, but her hips seem to have a mind of their own. I allow her to find her pleasure on my fingers. My hand soaked in her slick, sweet juices. She trembles when her orgasm rocks through her, and I gently pull my fingers from her body and paint her lips with the scent of her. Leaning in, I kiss her, licking at the flavor that coats her lower lip.