Not once did he grab my head. Not once did he try to rush things along. I was in control the whole time. And that control, the complete trust, was almost enough to push me over the edge.
I pull off of him, wiping the corner of my mouth, then hazard a glance up. Feral eyes are locked onto me, the intensity making me gulp.
“On the couch.Now.”
Alrighty, then. I guess it’smyturn to follow orders. I jump up and run to the couch, but not fast enough to avoid a playful smack to my ass.
“Hey!” I protest, but Damon just smirks and chases after me, tackling me onto the couch.
I wait for the panic to set in, the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness that’s followed me ever since that horrible day in Crete…but it never comes. Damon has proved time and time again that he will go at my pace, respect my boundaries, even to the point of denying his own pleasure. All I feel now is burning desire, and something else. Something small and frail that shall remain nameless.
“Spread ’em,” Damon demands, gesturing to my legs.
His eyes are trained on mine, searching for any sign of discomfort or anxiety. He finds only my eager smile. I lay back and spread my legs as ordered, revealing my glistening sex that no doubt is making a mess of my armchair.
With a hum of approval at my aroused state, he dives between my legs. His strong hands keep me wide open as he devours me, sucking on my clit before sliding two fingers into my slick heat. Damon doesn’t tease or taunt; he lays siege to my pussy with each sure stroke of his tongue.
“Oh God. Oh God! Oh God!” I shout mindlessly, my head thrashing side to side against the throw pillows.
How could I be this close already? Why is it so easy with him when it was such a struggle with—?
Before I can finish the thought, he curls his fingers into my G-spot, and I shatter on his tongue. I claw at his shoulders, unable to control myself as I grind my pussy against his face. Once the final aftershock leaves my body trembling, he sits back on his knees, and I gather just enough strength to catch him sucking my essence off his fingers with a wicked grin.
“I think I beat your time,” he says. I snort in response. A professional athletewouldturn orgasms into a competition.
He rises from his knees and offers me a hand. I almost don’t take it—my poor pussy is oversensitive from my release, and I worry I won’t be able to cum again—but something tells me to reconsider. I know Damon will make sure it’s good for me.
I grasp his hand, and he pulls me up to standing in an impressive show of strength; not all men could wrangle a woman my size, and I plan to explore that further at a later date. A much later date, given I’m sure to be sore tomorrow if his cock has anything to do with it.
He drapes my unsteady body over the back of the chair, stroking my arms and back. He hunches over me to kiss my neck, and I feel his arousal graze the curve of my ass.
“How are you already hard again?” I ask in wonder. He scoffs before stepping away to pull a condom from his discarded pants.
“I’m nevernothard around you,” he says, and I blush.
Sheathed in latex, he settles back behind me, then lines up with my entrance. Before thrusting home, he reaches around my body, pinching my clit and releasing a fresh wave of moisture.
“Oh!” I gasp. I spread my legs wider in invitation, and Damon begins to push inside me.
The fit is tight—he’s so much thicker than I’ve ever taken—and I have to breathe to relax my inner muscles.
“I know I’m big,” he grits out, straining to hold back, “but you can take me. I’ll go slow.”
And he does. With surprising restraint, he pushes one inch in at a time, pausing to let me breathe and rubbing my clit and nipples to keep me wet enough. When he’s fully seated, we both groan in pleasure.
“Oh my,” I sigh, my jaw slack.
Now that I’m accustomed to his size, he grips my hips and begins thrusting in earnest. Out slowly, then a quick thrust all the way in. Out slowly, then a quick thrust all the way in. The rhythm knocks my body off kilter, and I feel myself clenching around him by the fourth thrust.
“What the fuck!” I stammer. “Are you—“Thrust.“A wizard?”Thrust.
Damon barks out a pained laugh before slamming home a final time. The swell of his cock and the warmth of his cum filling the condom triggers my own release, and I let out a surprised moan.Two orgasms in one night?! I may never let him leave!
I feel him begin to soften inside me, and he pulls out before the condom can slip off. I wince; yup, I’ll definitely feel this in the morning.
He leaves to take care of the condom, and I hear the faucet running; he must be freshening up. I snuggle into the cushions, allowing myself to go all googly-eyed for the man who can play my body like a fiddle.Should we go to Smør for breakfast tomorrow? I’m suddenly craving salmon. Maybe we could spend the day to—
“I figured I would head out before it gets too late,” Damonsays from behind me.
