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He was molten metal, hard and hot as he pressed up on her, kissing and biting at her flesh, up to her ear then back down her neck again. He stroked his thumb along her most sensitive of places, pressed upon her clit through the thin fabric of her underthings as he growled her name yet again.
She shuddered as if he’d just found a secret within her that opened her up to new sensations, and her body writhed with need. She was breathing so quick she thought she might pass out, but every single touch of his hands and mouth and cock reawakened her to sensation.
“Damien,” she cooed in time with him, their rhythm on the couch even more in step than on the dance floor.
As he toyed with her through her panties, then began to push his digit in beneath the garment, she grew worried he’d have to part from her long enough to get their clothes off. But he didn’t waste time with that, he pulled her panties to the side with a rough tug, then let the pad of his thumb trail slowly down her glistening slit.
He gave a deep, guttural groan of excited lust at the feel of her pink petals, so anxious to experience her as he made her quiver and moan.
It was so intense that just the touch of his fingers made her cry out in ecstasy, and he stopped for a moment to look down at her.
Her eyes fluttered open as he paused, her mouth parted before her entire body grew warmer.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never...”
His dark gaze stared into her, pausing in the moment as she lay before him and his passions flared. He swallowed, and very gently returned his thumb to her puffy pussy.
“I want to be your first,” he declared in a low, gravelly voice. He didn’t return to that sensitive clit, but skirted around it, gingerly stoking her flames as he stared down into her soul. “But I’ll stop if you say so right now.”
For a moment she was horrified of the idea, and her head shook hard, the back of her hair getting tousled by the sofa. “It’s not that! I want... I want you to be my first. I just don’t know what to do.”
His expression softened, that hard, rugged face looking warm and loving. He leaned in and took hold of her chin between his fingers delicately, tilting her face as he gave her a warm, moist kiss, letting his tongue probe her mouth again.
When at last their lips broke apart, he spoke in a husky drawl.
“Leave everythin’ to me, Britney,” he said simply, and she heard him reach to his waist, his belt jangling as he kissed her again, his pants lowering. Then, from the corner of her eye as she tilted her head, she could see his brief’s sliding down, and a thick, rock-hard slab of veiny cock just sprang free of its tight confines. Pulsating with such fiery desire.
It was... magnificent. She’d never seen nothin’ like it, and she couldn’t help but feel this strong need for it, deep within her belly. It was like her entire core was on fire, and with every motion he made, every action, he brought her to a higher plane of existence.
Damien’s big hands stroked over her sides, up to her shoulders, carefully pulling down the straps of her dress and bra. He cupped her two breasts once more, reaching in under the material of her brazier and kneaded the flesh, avoiding the sensitive, stiff nipples but rubbing and stroking around them.
He kept up this powerful yet torturously slow dance for a while, his thick, pulsating cock resting against her mons and pussy, throbbing with need. The heat of that hard, bulging shaft so prominent, even against her own fiery loins.
The rocking of his hips caused him to grind against her, along her slick slit as he massaged her chest and explored her two supple mounds of tit flesh.
It was absolute bliss, the strong and adept hands massaging her form. It was so erotic, and her nerves tingled with delight. Every new sensation tickled and teased her, awoke more and more desire.
There was only momentary disappointment as he left her breasts free, sliding his hands down her sides to take hold of her thighs. His thumbs stroked along her soft inner-thigh flesh as he spread her legs open wider, splaying her pussy before him.
Damien licked his lips and angled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock on down along her slit until it was positioned at the entrance to her womanhood. There he was before her, his shoulders and arms wide, his sculpted body on display as he admired the sight of their loins pressed together.
She whimpered and squirmed, writhing anxiously for what was to come. But as her slit coated his shaft in her slick honey, he pulled back and away, dashing her needful desires and making her groan sadly.
Lifting her two legs, Damien lowered himself down, getting between her legs as he eyed her femininity with a hungry glint in his gaze. He leaned in, took a deep breath, let her scent fill his flared nostrils as he shut his eyes.
It made her cheeks flush an even deeper red, embarrassment taking over for the brief moment before his appreciation was done… and he lapped along her slit, tasting her. The warm tongue lashing along her most private of places, tasting her arousal, and making her moan despite the conflicting emotions.
It felt so good that she couldn’t even bring herself to be self-conscious about it, that wet muscle working over her most sensitive skin.
Damien was in full control, and with his bulging arms he kept her legs pinned back as he tongued her pussy, circling her clit at the end of each tongue-lashing. His motions only grew more tenacious as he got a craving for her cunt.
She reached down, grasping at his head, running her fingers through his hair as she panted and moaned. He was insatiable, and all she could see of him was his broad shouldered back, muscles bunching as he bent himself to her loins, eating her out with a frenzied hunger.
The at times slow, languid drag of his tongue along her sensitive bud, followed by the fast dashes and swirls, skirting its edge. He would drive her close to the brink, only to find a new rhythm and motion and make her squirm in a whole new way.
“Please!” she begged, her words having been babbling from her pouty lips for some time, her body dewy with perspiration as chest heaved. She wanted relief so bad, wanted him so bad. To feel the bliss he was so close to providing, to feel the press of his manhood filling her up and making that empty place within her feel whole.
He didn’t heed her pleas, but sated his own hunger for her flavour. Though his laps ceased as he suckled at her clit one final time, before pulling away with a pop, freeing her from the suctioning hold of his lips.
