“Don’t stop,” I command as I pull on the short strands of his hair and hold him in place. I feel his arm move to the side as he grabs another piece of ice and pops it in his mouth, starting the process all over again.

He kisses my mound, dragging his tongue along my sensitive skin, giving my pussy a chance to relax but making me frustrated as I feel my orgasm lying in wait.

“Damien, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please make me come, damn it!”

He chuckles. “God, I love it when you beg.” With a smirk up at me, he moves back down to where I want him and works me up again, building my orgasm like a crescendo. And then I explode, moaning incoherently as I come and wait for the waves to subside, which feels like an eternity before I can feel my body start to relax.

Damien kisses his way up my body until he arrives at my lips, where he presses his own to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“Did that help with the swelling?”

I smile up at him. “Maybe a little. But what about your swelling?” I say, reaching between us to cup him through his board shorts.

“I mean, if you want to return the favor, I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he says while staring down at me.

With a renewed bolt of arousal, I push him off me and then climb on top of him, pulling the string on his board shorts to release his cock. And before he can say anything, I take him in my mouth, releasing his swelling and making me forget all about the chaos of this morning as I immerse myself in him—in us.

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