hands with mine, my eyes plead into his, “Don’t stop.”
One heartbeat goes by, a second to think, one second is all it takes before his mind is made up and his lips cover mine. This kiss is different. It’s hungry, demanding and possessive. He eases me onto my back, his legs on either side of my hips.
“Tell me if I go too fast.” His breath is ragged, his rough jeans run along my inner thigh as he moves on top of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body.
Passion takes over, and I pull his head down to mine, kissing him with burning desire, my hands holding him close as my feet inch up to slide his jeans and boxers off with my toes. I can’t curb the need that is spiraling out of control inside my veins. It’s frantic . . . passionate and not fast enough.
My toe locks into the elastic of his boxer briefs, and I slide them down his ass, the front begins to get stuck on his massive erection. I want to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my need for him is too great.
His hands are everywhere, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and finally he pushes a finger inside as he somehow maneuvers his jeans and boxers further down his body, allowing my toes to kick them the rest of the way off.
“You’re. So. Wet.” The sound of his deep hoarse voice turns me on more as he begins to rub circles around my sensitive flesh. The warmth and slickness of my arousal sliding out of me onto his hand, my hips rocking back and forth into him, my moans grow louder.
His lips circle my nipple and his fingers continue their motion. My hands dig into the bed beside me and I want to release, I want to scream out in ecstasy but each time I come close he pulls back. “Not yet. You’re going to come with me inside you this time.” His lips are grazing mine as he talks, his voice strained and heady with need.
I shake my head from side to side, having a difficult time forming words.
“I think I’m coming now Damian.” My body is lit and the edge is near. Everything about him has the blood in my veins singed with heat.
“No, not until I’m buried deep.” He removes his hand from between my legs and I groan out in frustration.
Fumbling with something beside his bed, I hear the faint tear of a wrapper and want to tell him to forget the condom, just do it already, but before I have a chance, his tip is pressing into me.
He holds it there his eyes gazing down into mine. His breath is deep and his face strained as he slowly pushes his tip past my entrance.
His body begins to shake.
“Damian.” It’s a plea because I can’t think straight and I’m desperate for this to move faster, for both of us to explode together.
“Touch yourself, Addison.”
It’s something I’ve done often, but alone. I’m not sure I can do this in front of him. He places my fingers where he wants them and begins a slight give and take with my body, finally sliding further into me, as together, our hands stroke my own arousal.
With one final roll of his hips, he’s filling me entirely, my eyes wide in how complete I feel, my pulse ticking and my senses alive, as both our hands take my body to the peak.
“I don’t want to move yet,” he mumbles in my ear, his body rigid, his face tucked into the groove of my neck and his breathing deep.
His body tense above me, his eyes closed, gathering control as his breath fans across my breast while he holds himself still within me and I need him to move.
A twitch of his hips, a tremor in his muscles and I moan at the small movement his body makes on top of mine. He begins to rock, his hips flexing into mine, his lips biting down on the side of my neck as he brings me closer and closer to my release.
“Feels so good. Addison, you make me come so hard.” That’s all it takes. My body completely his, as waves of pleasure shoot through me, my hips rocking into him and I’m grabbing at his back, needing to hold on tight for fear that this feeling is going to vanish.