I shift against the mattress, my eyes raking over his chiseled body. We’re still naked. Our bodies molded together perfectly. I consider letting Damon be my first. He’s never truly hurt me—not really—and he won’t let anything happen to me.
His touch was exhilirating, powerful but gentle, and brought me immense pleasure. I nibble on my bottom lip, wondering what kind of pleasure his cock could bring me. He’s been with plenty of women, and the thought disgusts me—but it is what it is. I can’t expect him to have been chaste because I’m a virgin.
A shiver moves through my body as my eyes slide over his perfect V. It’s well defined, and honestly, I’m not sure why Damon is so ripped. Maybe it’s from all the torturing and body burying he does. Or maybe he secretly works out in his free time. Either way, I’m not complaining.
My mouth waters at the tent that starts to form beneath the sheet. I rub my thighs together, feeling wetness seep between my folds. Is this what it feels like to be turned on?
“Are you enjoying the view, baby?” Damon’s deep voice vibrates through me, sending tingles of pleasure straight to my core.
I lift my gaze away from his large cock and find his face. His eyes are still sleepy, but the smile pulling at his full lips makes my heart skip a beat…or five. I nod my head in response to his question, afraid if I speak it will come out as a moan.
Damon’s gaze darkens and his fingers trail over my body. I shiver, and my thighs spread as he moves one of his hands lazily toward my mound.
“Did checking me out turn you on? Or were you just excited to see me this morning?” His lips are at my ear. The hotness of his breath seeps into my skin. And then I feel it, the first brush of his fingers between my legs.
“I…” I stutter, my cheeks heating. I’m not really sure what I want. I want him to touch me—that I know.
“You what?” He presses his lips against my neck, and a whimper rips from deep within my chest.
“I want your fingers on me…inside me,” I whisper, wondering if he even heard me. When Damon speaks again, I swear I can hear the smile on his face.
“Whatever you want, Keira. Whatever you want.” He continues to kiss my throat and collarbone. His kisses are soft, but hold a possessiveness over me. I never thought I’d crave his touch this way, but I do. His fingers ghost against my thigh, then move lower and lower until they’re at my center.
Slowly, he moves his finger against my already wet clit. The breath in my lungs slows as a knot of tension forms deep in my belly. He maintains the same rhythm until my hips start to lift off the bed and he’s forced to move down.
Never removing his finger from my clit, he centers himself between my legs, spreading my thighs wide, before dipping his head closer to where I want it.
“I’m going to taste you, baby. And I want you to come on my tongue. I want to swallow every drop of your sweet cream.”
Damon’s words are crude, but I don’t want him to stop—ever. Moans of pleasure rip through me, my belly tightening as his tongue replaces his fingers. Every lick and suck causes my body to shake with need. I’m at his mercy, and I’ve never been happier in my life. He continues to devour my clit, sucking hard on the little bundle of nerves.
“Oh, Damon…God…” The words rip from my throat in a haste.
An orgasm slams into me so hard, I have to close my eyes and force air into my lungs. My muscles clench hard, my pussy fluttering as if it has its own heartbeat. As I start to fall apart, I feel Damon’s tongue against my pussy. It’s just the tip that slips inside, but it feels amazing as he swirls it around, claiming every drop of my release as his own.
“Mmm, baby, your pussy is delectable. I’m not sure I’ve ever tasted such a sweet pussy before.”
His admission turns me on more, and I don’t understand how that’s even possible. I release the grip I wasn’t even aware I had on the bed sheets, and shift onto my elbows, wanting to see more of him between my legs. It’s such an erotic thing to see a man between my thighs, claiming me, owning a part of me—a part I haven’t even fully explored.
When one of Damon’s thick fingers replaces his tongue, I tense. He lifts his eyes to mine, seeking permission or approval. The browns of my eyes must be completely gone, nearly black, but filled to the brim with desire I’m sure.
“Will it…? If I let you…is that the same as using your…?” I lick my lips and drop my gaze. I can’t even say the damn word—not to him at least. A chuckle erupts from Damon’s throat, and the sound startles me. I look back up at him.