So instead of pulling away, she pushed into him a bit more. She focused on the feel of his hand on her waist, his warm, sweet breath washing over her mouth. He was so damned tempting, she could barely contain herself.
But then she didn’t have to, because he swept in and kissed her. His lips pressed to her full pair for what was her first real romantic kiss. It felt like it happened fast and slow all at once, and she was dizzy with the experience as he lashed his tongue along the seam of her lips, and delved in between.
Damien held her tight, his hand at the back of her head as he squeezed her in his arms, and suckled at her upper lip. That tongue of his proddin’ and probing her mouth ever so lightly, nudgin’ in just a lil’ bit as he stroked her hair, tangled up the strands between his digits.
It felt like a fairy tale, like somethin’ that only happened in the movies. Her mind hummed with happiness, and it’s like everything was more real and more fantastical all at once. She didn’t know quite what to make of it, but her shoulders softened and all that tension she’d been feelin’ since they came home faded off into the distance.
Her mouth was soft and yielding against his as his fingers worked their way into her blonde hair, knitting there so gently. And when he pulled away, his eyes locking with hers, she felt something explosive between them, as if nothin’ were ever goin’ to be the same.
His eyes searched hers, seeking permission, and when her mouth found his for the second time, he pulled her in tighter against his muscular body.
Those strong hands were no longer still, they roamed up and down her body, along her figure, over her spine and down to her rear. He squeezed and rubbed at her, luxuriated in the feel of her feminine figure.
A low, husky growl of a moan rumbled up from his broad, barrel chest as he kissed her back deeply, then abruptly — without breaking their lip lock — he hoisted her up in the palm of his hand, cupping her rear as he lifted her with effortless ease.
Part of it was the wrongness, the feeling that they should definitely not be holding and touching one another the way they were. It created a tempest within her, making her yearn for it all the more, to break away from social expectations and just give in.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him so close, the pads of her fingers rubbing up along his scalp.
She brushed her delicate digits through his dark hair as their lips smacked, and he squeezed her ass through her light summer dress.
Damien held her up with ease, her weight no impediment or strain for his thick, muscular arms, and he carried her over towards the couch, letting her fall down upon it as his bulky form remained poised over her.
The beat of his strong heart thudded heavily, travelling through their adjoining chests, through her heaving bosom. He slid a hand
up her side, slowly making its way toward her breast, until his hungry hand was closing about that mound, feeling the soft yet supple flesh through the fabric.
She’d never been kissed, and certainly never been touched like that. She thought her entire body would just turn to molten fire with how intense it was, and her back arched so that he could more fully cup her chest.
It was unlike anythin’ she’d ever experienced, certainly more intense than touching it herself, and she let out a soft whimper of desire.
Where she was lackin’ in experience, she made up for in pure instinct. Because her body responded of its own accord, twisting and shaping to meet his demanding grasps, warm and moistening as the grind of his thick, hard bulge against her signalled just how much the fires of his loins had grown.
He was ravenous for her, and she had nothin’ to go on but lettin’ her mind drift and her instincts take over. Thinkin’ about it would be death to the whole moment, insecurities and doubts would creep in about it all, and whether it was right or safe or wise. But it just felt so damn good to have his big, hard body pressed upon her, to feel his desire manifested through his deep, passionate kisses, his hard, throbbing cock.
His mouth found the hollow of her throat, his nose pushing away her fine, blonde hair. He smelled so good and clean from the fresh night air, the slightest bit of chill from the motorcycle ride over still lingerin’ on the parts of him that weren’t pressed against her.
Her hand ran over his back, holding him closer, cravin’ that full body connection.
“Damien,” she cooed out, pleasure lacing his name.
The way she said his name elicited a growl from deep within his chest, a low rumbling that hinted at the bestial nature of his lusts and desires for her. He was a man — all man then — his desire for her so overwhelming it compelled him to kiss, bite and lick at her sensitive neck, to grope at her perky breasts and feel out her body.
Those greedy hands roamed over her taut tummy, tugged her dress up with his rampant, reckless fondling. His muscles bulged and quaked with repressed strength, as he kept his power in check as best he could. He was a rampaging bull and she was a delicate bird.
Her panties were stuck to her skin with her wetness, her milky thighs parting naturally for him. It wasn’t anything she knew or understood, it was just nature takin’ over her form as she submit to what felt right.
Damien took his cue without missin’ a beat, their two bodies workin’ in concert, actin’ on pure animal drive as they mingled and writhed together. That thick, hard bulge was pressed in against her, grindin’ upon her slick slit, pressing through his pants and her panties as her dress skirt was pulled up to her hips with their motions.
“Britney,” he growled aloud, his voice growling and rough, like the beast that she knew dwelt within him. The one she’d seen unleashed that day in a pre-emptive defense of her.
The one that scared and excited her.
She ground against his hardness, the sensation sending sparks behind her eyes and making her feel more needy than she’d ever been before. Her mouth went to his, her tongue pressing in, desperate for that connection.
Their kiss was pure passion, sat dormant for so long and suddenly set to erupt.
That rough, strong hand of his slid back down her figure, past her hips and over her smooth, bare thigh. He squeezed and stroked her soft skin, let his fingers roam up to toy with her panties, touchin’ upon the frilly white fabric, then lettin’ his thumb trail brazenly in towards her womanhood.