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Carefully, he withdraws his hand and wraps his arms around me.
“The first of many,” he says, and kisses my temple.
And that’s when I burst into tears.
Chapter Eight
Damon
Ah, shit. “Aw, Belle.” I let her turn on my lap and bury her face in my shoulder, and I hold her tightly.
She’s trembling, overcome, I think, with the intensity of her first ever orgasm. I kiss the top of her head and rub her back, making myself comfortable so I can give her time to recover.
She stops crying fairly quickly, but continues to tremble for a while, little shivers that I find awkwardly erotic. I will my erection to go down, but every time she shudders, it seems to think it’s going to get some action, and hangs around.
After a while, she lifts her head and turns in my lap to face me. The elastic of her ponytail has loosened, and her hair is mussed, strands escaping to frame her face. Her eyes look huge. Fuck me, she’s beautiful. The innocent air she’s always exuded—the childlike naivety—has been replaced by a kind of sultry wonder as she studies me.
I let her look, tucking a few of the strands of hair behind her ear. Eventually, though, my lips curve up and I say, “You okay?”
She moves her hips, rubbing against The Erection That Will Never Die. “Can I do something about that?” she asks.
I shift her a few inches to the left so her beautiful soft bottom isn’t squeezing me. “No, I’m okay. It’ll go down on its own. In a year or two.”
She gives a short laugh. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Well, thank you, but that’s not what this was about.”
“It would be nice to return the gesture, that’s all.” She licks her lips.
Jesus. I summon the last dregs of willpower I possess and shake my head. “I’m good.”
She sighs and shifts off me, zips up her jeans, then curls up on the seat, and we sit facing each other.
“How’s the stomach?” I ask.
She rests her hand on it. “It does feel better, actually.”
“Told you.”
“Don’t be smug.”
I chuckle.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she says.
“I told you. Magic fingers.” I waggle them. Then I give them a sniff.
She thumps me, laughing. “Damon!”
“I’m never going to wash again.”
“Oh my God. You’re an animal.”
