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“I wasn’t going to say that, but honestly you far exceeded my expectations in that area. The first time we had sex, I swore your dick was the width of a Coke can.”
Damien bent his head back in laughter. “You mean a twenty-four ounce Coke can, right…the tall one?”
“Of course.”
He kissed my stomach. “I interrupted you. You were about to tell me what you love about me.”
“Oh.” I paused. “Everything. That was what I was going to say.”
He looked up at me with a devilish expression, and I just knew I was in for it tonight.
Damien stood up. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“I want you to deny me until I can’t take it anymore.”
“You seem so innocent when someone first meets you, but you’re a little masochist. I fucking love it.” He lay back on his bed and pointed to the wall across from it. “Stand over there.”
Completely naked, I leaned against it. My nipples were hard as steel as I watched Damien peel off his boxer briefs. His rock hard cock stood fully erect, glistening with precum. My mouth watered as my eyes travelled from his naked abs back down to his cock. I’d seen his body naked so many times now, but it never ceased to amaze me how beautiful he was fully naked.
This was going to be good.
I loved the little games we played.
“Open your legs. I want to see you. Then put your hands by your knees. You’re not allowed to touch yourself. I want you to watch me while I jerk off to your sweet little cunt.”
Damien fisted his cock and began to stroke himself while he stared at me. The need to rub my clit was enormous. Clenching my inner muscles, I moved my hips around in a feeble attempt to satisfy myself without the use of my hands. I knew I wasn’t going to last long before I was begging him. Still, the waiting, the challenge was precisely the point. The longer the wait, the bigger the payoff.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are from here.” He jerked himself harder. “You see what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes.”
“Come here and lick it off.”
I walked over to him and sucked all of the precum dry off his tip. Tasting him only made the muscles between my legs throb harder. I was going to need relief soon. When I started to deep throat him, he stopped me. “This will end in ten seconds if you keep that up. And I really want to come inside of you. So, no.”
“I need to touch myself.”
“Not yet. You’re not there yet. Go back to the wall.”
As much as I needed him, he knew I secretly loved this desperate feeling. More than that, I loved the intensity of the moment he finally gave in.
This time, Damien got up from the bed and stood right in front of me while he masturbated. The up close sight of him jerking himself against the backdrop of his abs only made me crazier. When he finally kissed me hungrily, it ate away some of my frustration. When he stopped the kiss, yet continued the game, my body started to tremble in need for the return of the contact. Whenever I would start to shake, he knew I was done.
“Turn around and touch the wall.”
My body buzzed with excitement when I felt the warmness of his chest at my back, a prelude to what I knew was coming soon.
Within seconds, I felt the slow burn of his engorged cock sinking into me. So worked up, I needed release, but held on for as long as I could.
Fucking me so hard to the point of pain, he whispered in my ear, “Come all over my dick. Come on.” We were so sexually in sync that he always seemed to know my breaking point.
As soon as I let go, Damien released his load into me. We stayed panting, leaning against the wall until the movement of our hips slowly came to a halt.
My body was completely limp. Damien was still inside of me, his mouth resting on my skin. A bead of sweat ran from his forehead onto the back of my neck. Our breathing and the rustling of the leaves outside were the only sounds left.
It was bliss.CHAPTER NINETEENPENTHOUSEDamien and I lived in sex-filled denial for quite a while. That ended one night when an eventful dinner at my parents’ house in Sausalito smacked us back to reality.
Mom and Dad weren’t surprised when I’d told them Damien and I were now together. Apparently, after that messy finale to my moving day, they’d long suspected it wasn’t the end of the story with him. I’d filled them in on everything that had happened since, and they welcomed Damien with open arms.
My sister, Claire, and her husband, Micah, had also come for dinner that night. At one point during dessert, Micah clinked his fork against a glass and asked everyone at the table for our attention.
