Damian looks up at me and then back down at the bottle, which he grabs from me and he takes a long pull.
“I fucking hate vodka,” he says.
“Even blueberry?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, takes another shot, and with the bottle dangling from one of his hands, he leans down and kisses me.
Until his touch returned to my body, I had actually forgotten that I’m topless. The contrast between the heat from his skin and the coolness of the room is quick enough to remind me, though, and I press the naked skin of my upper body against the naked skin of his.
My hands go back to the front of his pants, and I find the strap of his belt, which I quickly remove.
Taking a break to kiss his chest, I feel Damian’s package with the palm of my hand.
Yeah, he’s on board.
I’ve spent all this time with Damian doing my best to avoid something like this because I didn’t want to be one of his skanks, but having gotten to know him a little better, I’ve learned that he’s more than meets the tabloid.
I unbutton Damian’s pants as he starts slipping mine from my hips.
This is actually happening.
The carpet is soft beneath my knees as I slide down between Damian’s legs and guide his erection through the opening at the front of his boxers.
I kiss his tip a bit to savor the moment before taking him into my mouth.
Above me, Damian grunts his satisfaction, and I’m just hoping the liquid courage doesn’t wear off. I can just see myself turning all bashful at just the wrong moment and ruining everything.
Damian’s first few inches take up a lot of room in my mouth, and I look up at him looking down at me, smiling.
I slip my mouth back toward his tip and wrap my fingers around his shaft. Pulling back with my head a little further, I ask, “How’s that?”
“That feels good,” he says. “Let’s move over to the couch, though,” he continues, “more comfortable over there.”
He helps me off my knees and we’re all over each other on the way to the couch. I’m walking backward, kissing his lips, when my legs hit the arm of the couch and I tumble backward laughing.
“You all right?” Damian chuckles.
“Yeah,” I snicker. “I am a little cold here all alone, though.”
He grins and moves to my side. Bending down, he kisses me on the lips while his right hand slips through my hair and over my shoulder, across my neck and between my breasts. Damian’s hand hesitates a moment as if he’s trying to decide where to go from here, but he decides fast enough, and his hand continues to travel over my stomach and down between my legs.
As soon as that first finger is within a few inches of my center, I’m already moaning. My hips are moving, and I’m so wet that I’m starting to worry about the upholstery on this couch.
His touch is white heat, and I’m melting into ecstasy.
He fingers me a moment, just long enough to wet his digits before his hand goes on to explore my labia, making frequent stops on and around my clit.
“I want to know how you taste,” he says as if he’s asking for permission, as if his dick in my mouth wasn’t already indication enough that I’m on board here.
“I want a full report when you’re done,” I moan, and his mouth settles over one of my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
As he did with his hand, he works his way down my body with his mouth, kissing every bit of me on the way down.
I open my legs a little farther to accommodate him, and I relish the feel of his hot breath against my cool skin.
When his mouth arrives between my legs, he adjusts my lower body, his hands under my butt, until he’s in the perfect position, his tongue picking up where his fingers left off.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “Eat that pussy.”