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I focused on the taste of his sexy lips.
My arms slowly slid up his body until they hooked around his neck. I felt his bottom lip and then his top, my tongue delving deep into his mouth right away.
He moaned in my mouth and tightened his arm around my back, bringing me hard into his chest like my desire had turned him on. He reached and set the pizza box on the entryway table without breaking our embrace. Once his hand was free, it was deep in my hair, his kiss carnal.
He backed me up to my bedroom, his hands sliding up my shirt so it would come free from my body. He cupped the back of my head as he unsnapped my bra with experienced fingers. It came undone instantly with the simple pinch of his fast fingers. He got my jeans unfastened a moment later, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress by the time he was nearly finished.
I yanked his shirt over his head and stared at his chest for a moment, loving his fitness. My nails dug into his skin right away, admiring the hardness underneath that sun-kissed skin.
He watched me praise him as he got his jeans unbuttoned and pushed them down his narrow hips. He did the same to mine, pushing them over my hips along with my panties. His big cock came free, drooling for me when the fun had barely started.
I knew exactly how I wanted him to fuck me, so I crawled on the bed and arched my back. When I didn’t feel his knees press into the mattress, I looked at him over my shoulder.
His hand was around his dick, and he stared at my pussy like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done. “That’s how you want me to fuck you, Annabella?”
“Is this not clear enough for you?” I shook my ass slightly.
A sexy smirk moved across his mouth, and he fished a condom out of his jeans. He took his time rolling it on, staring at my ass as he left himself a generous tip at the end. When his knees hit the mattress, my heart began to race, the excitement giving me the chills. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his head inside me.
Just that was enough to make me moan.
He grabbed my hips and sank all the way inside, pushing through my tightness until he claimed me from front to back.
“Ooh…” I closed my eyes and widened my knees, giving him all the room he needed.
He grabbed my hair in his hand and wrapped it around his fingers, using it as reins to tug my head back slightly. Then his hips worked hard to pump inside me, giving me his entire length with quick speed.
“Damien…” He was the only man I wanted to fuck me. Only man I wanted inside me every night. He made all those other guys look like inexperienced boys. My ex-husband used to satisfy me, but it seemed like Damien was even better. I couldn’t even think straight because it was so good.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re getting fucked.”
“When I’m getting fucked by you…”
He sat beside me on the couch, wearing his black boxers. His chest was still slightly sticky from the sweat that had poured down his body minutes ago. He opened the cardboard box. “Hope you like cold pizza.”
“I’ll take hot sex and cold pizza any day.”
He grinned as he handed me a slice. “Well said, Annabella.” He grabbed himself a piece and took a bite. “Damn, this is good.” Even the way he chewed his food was sexy, all the muscles in his jawline shifting under his skin.
“Don’t eat pizza often?”
“I can’t remember the last time I did.”
“What?” I covered my mouth as I chewed my food. “You can’t be serious.”
“You think I look like this because I eat pizza all the time?” He patted his flat stomach.
“Well, you drink more than would bring down a horse, and you still look like that…”
“I compensate by not eating.”
“Then why are you so muscular?”
“I have a super protein shake for lunch.”
“Every day?” I asked.
“Except when I showed up at your bistro for lunch.”
I couldn’t believe I had been so cold to him when he was buried treasure. “Even then, you just ate a salad.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty boring.”
“Not in bed.”
He watched me as he chewed his bite, affection in his eyes. “Have I told you how much I like you, Annabella?”
“No. But I’m listening now.”
He chuckled then grabbed another slice. “How was your day?”
“Fine. I worked at the restaurant. Some guy left me a big tip.”
“Must be American.”
“Yeah. I wish more Americans would come in,” I said with a chuckle. “He gave me a hundred euros.”
“I’m sure he wanted your number in return.”
I shrugged. “He didn’t ask for it.”
Damien finished his slice of pizza and didn’t comment.
