need even more. Begging him to make me come hard and deep and so good. Over and over again.
I know he enjoys hearing it. I can see it in his hot eyes every time he lifts his head. And the truth is that letting go enough to talk like that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I never knew I had it in me.
Honestly, I have no idea how long it lasts. Damian’s kisses and caresses work me up into a fervor for a stretch of time that feels exquisitely endless. He’s kissing my mouth again when his hand finally slides down to my thighs and explores between my legs.
I practically sob in relief when he finds my hot, wet arousal. Very hot. Very wet. It’s almost embarrassing, the state he’s worked me into.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, breaking the kiss to duck his head down and suck at my pulse. “You’re so ready for me, baby. So hot and wet and sweet and tight.”
I toss my head back and forth on the pillow, still desperately hanging on to the headboard since it’s the only thing that feels stable at the moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m so ready for you. Please, please make me come.”
“I will. I am. You’re going to come so hard.” He kisses the base of my throat. Then kisses my lips almost gently. He’s lifted up enough to gaze down at me when two of his fingers slide inside me.
I nearly fly up off the bed when he curls his fingers up skillfully into my G-spot.
“Right there?” he asks hoarsely. “Does that feel good?”
Maybe I answer, but it’s not with any words. I’m making wet, helpless sobs of pleasure and trying to ride his hand.
“Shh, baby. Don’t force it. Just let it come. It’s going to be so good. I promise.”
Never in my life have I felt like this. It’s like an erotic force has invaded my body and is a little too large for my skin. The sensations are throbbing, pushing, trying desperately to escape. But I respond to the gentle authority of his voice and still my hips.
“There you go.” He’s fucking me hard with his hand now. I can hear the wet force and rhythm of it in the quiet room. “You’re close now. Just breathe and let it come. It’s going to be so good.”
Most of the orgasms I’ve had in my life were ones I’ve given to myself. Even when I was with a partner, I was usually the one driving things. Nothing’s wrong with that, of course. I’d rather be in charge of my own pleasure than rely on someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing or doesn’t care enough to try. But Damian does know, and I’m not in control of this. All I can do is let it happen.
I’m making the most ridiculous sounds as my climax rises and keeps rising. It should have broken by now, but it hasn’t. I’m honestly not sure my body can handle this kind of intensity.
I channel all my frantic tension into the clutch of my hands on the headboard so I can submit to the rough pumping of Damian’s hand, his fingers pushing hard against my G-spot.
It’s all so much that I’m suddenly afraid. “Damian, please. I need to... I can’t... I need...”
“I know, baby. Yes, you can. Just let go. Try to let go.” He leans over to suck on my breast.
I sob and squirm and want desperately to come, but now that I’m close, I’m not sure I can get there.
“You can do it, Melody. You can come for me. Do it when I tell you to. Okay?”
“Okay.” Tears are running down my face now. I have no idea when that happened. “Please. Please.”
He keeps his fingers inside me but slows his pumping to a languid slide. He kisses me, evidently unconcerned about the sloppiness of my current condition. I catch my breath and start to relax.
He returns to my breasts and teases them for a minute until I start to arch up into his mouth again. Then he rubs my clit with his thumb and fucks me hard with his hand, murmuring, “Come now, baby. Come for me now. Right now.”
I fly apart with a loud, helpless sob. I’m spasming like crazy around his fingers. My whole body is shaking as waves of pleasure radiate through me. It goes on for a long time, and every time he pushes against my G-spot, the orgasm is extended