Damon sits back down on the toilet before assertively throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. He licks through my already wet folds, groaning like he’s indulging in the most decadent dessert known to man. Sucking my clit and teasing me with the tip of his tongue, he eats me out until I start to shiver. I could come right now. Just like this and be a supremely satisfied girl. But Damon has other ideas. I can see it in his smoldering eyes. The way he’s looking up at me. It’s a ravenous stare. He wants me coming all over his cock. Plain and simple. Bottom line.
He sucks on my sensitive clit one last time, stretching the flesh like a piece of elastic before he shrugs his jeans down and impales me onto his thick, rock-solid erection. He penetrates me harder and deeper than any time before. I shake and shudder, clutching onto his face just so he can ground me.
We stare into each other’s eyes as he forces me to rock. The physical connection is so intense. So severe. So powerful I can barely stand it.
I can’t speak, I can’t think, I can hardly breathe as his cock massages the walls of my pussy and strikes my core so sharp and so strong, so all-consuming I’m paralyzed in a state of purified pleasure.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I whine as my lower body goes numb with bliss.“Damon.”I come in a burning array of ecstasy. Every hue of the rainbow coloring my vision. I’m not quiet or reserved. I cry out every extreme sensation in a chorus of moans and sighs and screams.
Damon watches my flashy display the whole damn time. His jaw clenched and his body rigid.
He finally lets out a strangled huff before pulling me down into a smothering kiss. I continue to ride him, rolling over the peaks and valleys of the climactic aftershocks until he comes. Until he grabs at my ass in an unhinged way, groans like a caged beast, and stills euphorically beneath me.
We both go limp from the taxing highs and debilitating lows, our mouths fused by passionate, fatigued kisses.
I’ve had sex in a healthy variety of places, but the toilet bowl may have just taken the cake.
I rest my head on Damon's shoulder while he wraps me securely in his arms. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ll always have a weakness for men like Damon. Men who are fearless and unconstrained with a wild streak running through them, just like my father.
I’ve avoided that type of man my entire life, knowing full well the kind of trouble and heartbreak they’re capable of.
And yet, here I find myself. In the arms of such a man. Never more content or happy than I am right now. Even if we are in one of the strangest of places.
Fate has one fucked-up sense of humor.
“Bed, rest, then repeat,” Damon grunts.
“Is that the plan?” I lift my head.
“It’s my plan.” He smooths his hand over my hair, and God, the look of admiration in his eyes is crippling.
I wished for a man to look at me the way Ky looks at Kira, and the universe freakin’ delivered. What are the odds?
Damon stands, keeping me wrapped around him. He shuffles to bed with his pants wrapped around his ankles, then freefalls onto the mattress. We land with a heavy bounce and laugh our heads off. I forgot how goofy he can be. He was always the jokester growing up, and I don’t think too much has changed.
After he loses his shoes and pants, he gets comfortable, lying gloriously naked on top of the comforter. He closes his eyes and relaxes with his hands behind his head. I take the opportunity to stare at him. To admire him.
It amazes me that one person can be so perfect, even with healing black-and-blue eyes. Damon has always had his looks going for him.
I run my fingertip down his nose, and he pops his eyelids open.
“What are you doing?” He smiles.
“Tracing your perfect lines.” I do the same to his sharp cheekbones and his narrow chin.
“Is that the only reason you like me? Because I have perfect lines?”
I shrug cutely. “It doesn’t hurt. I see beauty in all sorts of ways, in all kinds of things. I’m odd like that.”
“You’re not odd.” Damon pulls me closer to him. “You’re eccentric.”
“Is that your nice way of calling me weird?”
He chuckles. “You always have looked at the world through unique eyes.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
