She opened her mouth, not even knowing what she was going to say, and his eyes bored into her and challenged her to reply, clawing at her heart. “I don’t know…I don’t know what I feel…what I want…”
“I know what you want.” He looked decisive, savage, slid his arms up to cup her face and kiss her nose, then brush his lips almost tenderly across hers. He set his lips over hers, and Sydney opened her mouth and started to kiss him, desperate for him, trembling when his decadent tongue began to twirl around hers.
He kissed her with determination and ill-concealed hunger as he backed her across the room and devoured her, backed her and devoured her, until she bumped on the bed and fell at the edge, sitting.
Her lungs were at capacity. Her heart was working overtime.
Damien stood before her, his cock inches away, thrusting out of the silk drawstring pants. He didn’t even bother to try to push it inside, it was huge, and how could it fit in there? How could it fit in her?
The sudden very real and painful need to feel it inside of her and this man inside of her set the blood in her veins on fire.
“Take down your hair and shake it out for me.”
Her hands trembled as she did as he asked, and he made a pained sound of torment when he noticed it was red. All red. All for him.
He touched his fingers through it, mesmerized. “Sydney,” he said, reverently.
Nobody had ever, ever, made her feel as pure and perfect as he did, with that single utterance.
She tremulously pulled off her dress, then her panties, aware that he watched her.
She cupped her breast, suddenly hating that they were so small.
He grunted, an animalistic sound, climbing over her, hands pushing hers away so that his palms could engulf and seductively torture the small mounds, tease the nipples into pained little rubies.
She swam in sensations as he scraped his teeth across the tip of her nipple. He kissed it. Sucked on it. The wickedly delicious suction of his mouth causing a fresh stream of honey to pool between her legs. Her bloodstream smoldered with sensations, pleasure, desire for him.
He inched back and removed the piercing on his penis.
“No,” she rasped.
“Yes.” He rolled on a condom. Instinctively she knew he didn’t want to hurt her, she could feel the caution in his hands as he gripped her hips when he came back to her, eyes fixated on her face.
“Tell me you want me inside you.”
“I want you inside me.”
He squeezed her in his grip and held her in place.
“Part your legs,” he said as he grabbed his member and guided the swollen head inside of her. “Wider,” he commanded, and Sydney did as he asked.
He guided eight more inches of hard shaft inside and her body contracted around him, her sex swallowing him entirely. “Damien,” she moaned.
He filled her so fully she almost experienced an orgasm simply from being penetrated.
“Am I too much for you, Sydney? Does it feel right for you?”
“Yes, more,” she begged, twirling her tongue up his throat, “Please, don’t pull out, more, more.”
Damien pulled out to her chagrin and she nearly wailed from the loss, but then she watched as he guided himself back in.
Ecstasy tore through her body and her veins sung with heat. Damien thrust deeply now and remained looking at her as their bodies melded and he expertly took her virginity.
“Joy or pain?” he asked, his big hands held her down by the hips as he drove in and out with slow deliberate motions. “Joy or pain?”
Both, for it was painful and beautiful and something she’d always wanted and she couldn’t speak and she’d die if he stopped, so she gripped his jaw and set her lips on his, kissing him as her salty tears somehow streamed into their mouths.
The pace of lovemaking that their bodies began to follow was intense. Sydney’s breasts wiggled and her pelvis lifted rhythmically to take in Damien.