“Every way.” I panted.
His palm coasted over me, rounding my ass. I felt his lips against the small of my back before he spread my legs and descended between them. My hips had a mind of their own as I instinctively positioned myself to give him access to my most sensitive areas.
He latched onto my clit before his tongue circled my entrance. I groaned with the added pressure of his thumb on my rosebud.
“Ohh, shit,” I whimpered. He had hit every nerve ending with one swift motion. He was everywhere at once.
He flicked back and forth. My juices flowed freely. I was out of control. My heels lifted in the air as I wiggled my ass toward him.
His tongue traveled backward until he lapped at the tight ring of muscle.
“Ohh.” I rocked into him. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting that heated sensation inside. I wanted his tongue deep in my ass.
He growled, shaking my core with ecstasy. And then he pushed inside.
“Ahh.” I sank against the heat. It ricocheted. I bucked with every thrust, loving how he felt. Loving how different it felt.
He pushed his fingers inside my entrance and I knew my first orgasm was taking off. It spilled through me while he fucked me relentlessly with his tongue and fingers.
“Damon,” I screamed his name into the sheets. There was no gravity. No balance. I was flying as the release took over my body.
I shuddered with one more beautiful quake and then fell on my stomach.
Damon crawled on top of me, rolling me to my back. He nipped my shoulder, slowly kissing my throat and neck. He took one hand and then the other, placing them at the top of the head board.
I looked in his eyes for an explanation. He rose on his knees. He quickly grabbed a pillow and tucked it under my hips then took one ankle and put it on his shoulder and then the other. The glittery shoes sparkled in the air.
He nudged his cock at my swollen pussy.
He grinned wickedly as he stretched my entrance with his crown. I had to adjust to his thickness. He made a few shallow pumps, coating himself in my honey.
I whimpered. I gripped the headboard as he slammed into me with a solid thrust.
“Oh God,” I cried. He was deep. So far inside me. I was practically lifted in the air.
He held my ankles as he surged again, this time stroking my walls in one deliciously slow thrust.
“Fuck, Molly.” His teeth gnashed at my calf. “I can go so deep like this.”
My knuckles tightened as I readjusted my hold on the bed. “Deeper,” I begged.
His cock plunged inside me like a heated rod of steel. I bolted toward him, clinging to the headboard. Nothing had ever felt like this. As if our bodies had melted together, daring me to find where I ended and he began.
His eyes bore into my gaze.
“You. Are. Mine.”
I nodded, matching his counterthrusts with everything I had. “Yours, Damon. I’m yours.”
He sank into me with a powerful thrust and the world spun into oblivion. There weren’t people in the ballroom dancing the night away. There weren’t angry family members or heart broken friends. Only us. Only the universe we made in this bed.
He kicked my ankles off his shoulders and his bare chest grazed over mine as we found a rhythm together. Our bodies slick with sweat. He kissed me, drawing the air from my lungs. I clawed at his back, climbing him, desperate to tie us together forever.
His fingers curled over top of mine on the bed. It gave him resistance to bury his cock deeper.
“Ohh,” I moaned.
“Fuck,” he growled in my ear.