even longer.
When his hand finally grows still inside me, I’m soaked in sweat. His hand and the bed beneath me are drenched with my fluids. My lungs burn and my ears buzz and my hair is sticking to my hot face.
And I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. I know that for sure.
I’m smiling like a dope. I can’t help it. My channel is still clenching around his fingers occasionally with little afterquakes.
Damian kisses the hollow between my breasts. Then moves up to kiss my smiling mouth. He’s smiling too as he raises his head.
“Don’t say it,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Don’t say what?”
“Don’t say anything. I can see from your smug expression what you’re thinking, and I don’t want to hear it.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to hear it? Because if your expression is anything to go by, I did a pretty good job just now.”
“We did a pretty good job.”
“Yes. We.” He kisses me again. His body is tense. I know he’s turned on. But he genuinely seems to be having a good time right now. Surely he’s not faking this for my benefit. “You’re amazing. And that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“Really?” Maybe I sound needy. I don’t even care.
“Yes. Really.” He takes a few deep breaths, and I realize how long he’s taken to give me pleasure without trying to take any for himself.
I’m not used to men being so generous. I can’t let it go unanswered. “Now maybe I can do a little something for you.”
His eyes widen. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
I push him over onto his back and then kiss my way down his body. It’s impossible not to enjoy the activity. He’s lean and strong and beautifully toned, but he’s not waxed and shiny and overblown. He’s natural. Masculine. Human.
His breathing quickens and his body tenses up as my mouth trails down to his shuddering belly. I know what he’s thinking. I’m thinking it too. I carefully pull down his boxer briefs and get them off over his legs.
His erection springs free. He’s big and hard and aroused. I play with his shaft for a few minutes, exploring and stroking until he starts to shift his hips.
Then I take him into my mouth and suck hard.
He bucks up off the bed with a rough, helpless sound that thrills me. His thighs and stomach are shaking slightly as I rhythmically hollow out my cheeks and bob my head. He grabs a fistful of my hair and holds on. I’m considering how far I should take this—what he might like—when he unexpectedly pulls my head back.
At my surprised look, he says hoarsely, “I’m seriously about to lose it, baby, and I don’t want to lose it quite yet. Not until I feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
My throat tightens at that. I nod and wait while he reaches into a drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a condom that he rolls on. Then I let him pull me up so I’m straddling his hips. It takes some doing since I’m not the most skilled at this position, but I’m eventually able to lower myself over him, sheathing his erection with my body.
I gasp at the full penetration. My head falls back. Damian groans and rolls his hips.
“So good,” he murmurs. “You’re so good. So good.”
“Yes.” Compelled by a deep need, I start to ride him. Slowly. Rhythmically. He rocks his hips to match my motion and holds on to my bare bottom.
After a few minutes, he turns us over so I’m on my back and he’s above me. He takes me hard. Fast. I come before I know to expect it, and I’m still clenching around him as he fucks me. He’s grunting like an animal when he finally falls out of rhythm. He’s loud and primal. His features contort. He jerks his head to the side as his body starts to shake.
I’ve recovered enough from my own climax to watch his. It’s deep and hot and unnerving. I’ve never seen Damian so out of control.
I like it and it scares me both.
When he works his way through all the spasms and his body finally slows and softens, both of us are panting. He stays still for a moment, buried inside me. Then he pulls out with a groan.
I kind of collapse in a sated heap while he takes care of the condom.
Soon he returns to my side and nuzzles my