Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,14
it, and he shoves his face in my neck as I’m coming, letting me ride it out without rushing it. Enjoying every spasm, every twitch, every tingle that flows through my body, I clench around his thickness until I can breathe again.
The last tremors are fading away after what feels like forever, and he pulls out to the tip, then slams back inside. Hard but so slow. Over and over and over, he fucks me mercilessly. My nails scrape his back as I try to hold on. His warm breath is heavy against my dampened skin, and I let him take what he needs, hoping to give him a little of what he gave me. His perfect strokes hit at the exact angle, and the fact that he’s Damien makes me shatter again.
Overwhelmed with the magnetism between us, I open my mouth to shout in ecstasy, but nothing comes out as another soul-shattering orgasm robs me of all my senses. He anchors my hip to the bed and thrusts once, twice, three times before he practically splits me in half as he presses into me and falls over the edge with me.
Chapter 4
Damien
It takes a lot for me to be able to hold all my weight off her. I’ve never come that fuckin’ hard in my life. I’ve also never fucked that hard in my life, and I’m almost afraid to see the expression on her face because if I caused her any pain, I’d never be able to live with myself.
I release the death grip my fist has on her hair and push up, inspecting her features. Scrutinizing her eyes, I’m relieved to find they’re not moist with tears but glazed over with pleasure. “Are you okay?” Her dreamy expression and sweet, satisfied smirk tell me she’s better than okay, but I need to hear her say it. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She answers immediately. I drop my head to her collarbone, her heart racing nearly as fast as mine. “That was… I don’t even have words.”
I grunt. “You and me both, Iz.” It’s never been so damn good. I lift my head and reluctantly slide out of her slowly, loving the way her lips part and her lashes lower as she loses me. I nuzzle her flat stomach before I crawl out of bed. “Be right back.”
I make a quick trip to her attached bathroom to get rid of this condom and then snatch the hand towel off the hook and warm it beneath some water. She’s in the same position she was when I left, and when I approach, she spots the towel, and reaches for me, caressing my arm. “Thank you.”
Her thighs are still trembling as I kneel between them and nudge her legs open to gently cleanse her beautiful pussy with soft passes of the warm towel over her sensitive flesh. She’s got a hamper in the corner, so I throw the towel in that direction and then close her legs.
She pushes up to her elbows and smiles, and that look has me so far gone that I actually gawk at her tongue-tied. I don’t know what words can follow up the enormity of the emotions we just experienced. I might not say a lot, but I’ve never been at such a loss for words as I am right now. “Are you tired?” she asks, saving me the embarrassment of either blurting out something dumb or professing my love for her, which would be even dumber.
“I wasn’t until you wore me out.” When she doesn’t continue, I figure I should start my exit and save her the awkwardness of asking me to leave. “I should go.”
“You can stay.”
Knowing she wants me here with her gives me that boost of determination I’d somehow lost. “If you want me to, I will.”
She sinks her teeth into her lip and fights a smile. “I do.”
“I’m gonna go let Judy out, then I’ll make sure the house is locked up before I come back. Give you a minute to do whatever it is you need to do.”
“Okay.”
I reach for my boxers and jeans, pulling them up my legs but leaving the button undone. Judy is waiting for me where I left her at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, Judy girl.” She spins in a circle happily, and I pat my chest for her to jump up on me. After giving her some love, I take her out back to do her business while I quickly check my messages.