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“Oh, my gosh,” I moaned out, thrown off by what was happening to me. Damian’s arms were wrapped around my thighs as his mouth, his tongue… Oh my goodness, his tongue.
He slid his tongue in and out of me as my hips began to grind against his face. I couldn’t even hold in my moans as he ate me out at a slow pace that sped up without any warning, which led to no complaints from me. He’d go from slowly cherishing my taste to ravishing me as he sighed in pleasure from the meal he was being served.
He loved it, which made me relax even more. I let go of all my worries as his tongue felt so deep inside me. When it wasn’t inside, his lips were sucking my clit, making me twist and turn in pleasure. The headboard began to rock with me, pounding against the wall as I cried out in bliss from the tricks he was performing against me.
“I’m going to… Damian, I’m…” I breathed out, unable to get any complete sentences out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in euphoria. I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know this was a thing. I didn’t know—
“Yes!” I cried out as he gripped his hands tighter against my legs. I began to orgasm against his face, my thighs shaking with complete and utter shock from the best—and maybe only—orgasm I’d ever truly experienced. His tongue lapped up and down my lips as if he was trying to drain me of every drop of pleasure, but the more he ate, the wetter I grew as my body shook with an explosive amount of wants and needs.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
“Damian,” I begged, pulling myself back a bit.
His eyes met mine as his face glistened with my wetness all over him.
“Can you…?” I asked.
No other words were needed.
He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over to the bed. His dilated eyes fell against me as a low growl fell from deep within his soul as he tossed his boxers across the room. He reached into the nightstand and ripped open the condom package. I grabbed the condom from his hand and moved to roll it down his hard, throbbing cock. From my touch, he closed his eyes. I wrapped my hands around his hardness, a bit amazed at the girth of it in my hold.
“Geez, Stella… when you do that… I want you,” he said as he opened his eyes and stared into mine. He lowered himself a bit on top of me and whispered as his lips fell against mine, “I want you so much it’s killing me.”
“I’m yours,” I promised, kissing his lips, feeling his wants as he kissed me back. “All yours,” I swore.
As he slid himself into me, I cried out, not knowing it could feel like that. I didn’t even mean the sex. I meant the connection. The power of wanting someone as much as they wanted you. The power of not needing words to even express that want but allowing your bodies to entangle to do the speaking.
Damian worked my body as if he was working on his most prized possession. He took his time with me as I explored him. We moved in sync. We made love in the same rhythm, to the same beat.
Making love.
So, this was what it felt like to be wanted by someone the same way you craved them.
I’m falling for you…I’m falling…I’m falling…
Those words played on a loop in my mind as he slid in and out of me, each thrust unlocking a part of me that had been caged away for so long.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling…
“I know,” he whispered against my ear as I moaned out his name. Filled with so much emotion. “Me too,” he said as if he could read my mind. As if his thoughts matched my own. As if we were one soul, split between two bodies.
I wasn’t certain that I believed in soul mates, but that night, I believed in us.
And that would be enough for me.
25
Stella
I wokeup in Damian’s bed for the remainder of the week. He taught me everything I’d never known in the bedroom. He twisted my body in ways I didn’t even know bodies could twist. He pleased me—multiple times—before he’d ever received any pleasure of his own. I wasn’t even sure what we were doing, but I loved the way we fell together. Were we dating? Were we friends with benefits? A married couple who had no clue what our feelings were doing?
I tried not to overthink it because, for the first time in a long time, I felt joy. A real joy that wasn’t packed with fake smiles and internal anxiety.
