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I continue fucking her, moving her up and down harder with each thrust as I feel my balls tingling. “Baby, I need you to get there,” I tell her, moving my hand between us to strum my thumb over her clit, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves that has become one of my favorite things in the world.
“Damian!” she cries out right as her body goes rigid and her eyes flutter shut. “Oh my fucking god, right there baby.” Her lips find mine as she lets out the sexiest moan as she begins to shake in my arms. Her entire body vibrates on top of me and it’s almost too fucking much.
“Fuck…” I let my head fall back as the feeling takes me under. “The way your pussy clenches around me…” I grit out and just before I come, the overwhelming need to possess her takes over me so I pull out of her. She gasps and I push her onto her back just in time to shoot my orgasm onto her bare, wet cunt. I grip my cock, dragging it from root to tip, letting my cum drip onto her. I drop my cock, still wet from being inside of her and still slightly hard, and put my hands on her, rubbing my cum into her pussy and over her clit.
I drag my gaze to hers to find her watching my hands as they rub my cum into her skin.
“I want to know how we taste together,” she says and when I look up at her, she’s giving me the sexiest look. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip and her eyes are full of want. I drag my finger through the mess I made on her and slide it through her lips. She sucks it like she would my cock, and my dick jolts in hopes that it gets its turn between her lips. She pulls me out of her mouth and drags her tongue up my finger. “We taste so fucking good.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Maybe I should try it then,” I tell her as I lower my mouth to her cunt and drag my tongue through her slit, tasting both of us from the source.
She lets her head fall back as a sound that sounds part chuckle and part moan leaves her lips. “Damian, you are so hot, Jesus Christ.” She lets out a breath as I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the sink, holding a washcloth under warm running water before going back to the bedroom. She’d propped herself up on her elbow and I can tell she’s looking at something but the room is somewhat dark so I’m not sure what’s caught her attention.
I get on the bed, grab her ankle, and pull her gently towards me so I can clean her up when her eyes meet mine. “Why do you have women’s perfume on your nightstand?” she asks. “More specificallymine?”
I continue wiping her, ignoring her question because I really don’t want to tell her why and I’m fucking irritated with myself that I didn’t have the foresight to move the bottle of perfume.
“Damian.” I don’t respond, keeping my eyes trained on her sex that’s covered in a slick layer of me. She swats my hand away and I swat hers back and continue wiping her even though now she’s cleaned of my seed. I just want my hands on her. I press my finger to her pussy, dragging my index finger through her folds and she pushes my hand away despite the tremor that moves through her. “Answer me.” I let out a sigh because I know she’s not going to let this go. “I knew I wasn’t crazy when I smelled my perfume here.” She frowns and I wonder what she’s thinking.
My eyes lift to meet her curious ones. “Want to tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think you have another woman.” She furrows her brows and I push her into the blankets, resting my body on top of hers without putting too much weight on her.
“Correct.” I drop my head to her chest. “It smells like you.”
“We’ve established that.” She deadpans and I chuckle.
“I spray it sometimes…” I press a kiss to her nipple letting my tongue dart out to lick the sweat in the valley of her breasts. “When I’m thinking about you and touching my dick.”
I reluctantly look up at her, somewhat worried about the look that could be on her face. Her eyes widen in realization and her mouth drops open as goosebumps pop up all over her flesh. “What?”
“I know it’s a little insane, but it made me feel like you were really here.”
A sexy smile finds her face. “Oh my god, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You masturbate to…my scent?” She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, and based on how we’re positioned, her wet sex presses against my abs and I relish the feeling of her wetness on me.
“I didn’t do it often, just on the nights when I was overwhelmed by the fact that you couldn’t be mine.”
“Well, I am now,” she says. I move to my back and pull her into my arms so she can rest her head on my chest. “You said you were falling for me,” she whispers, drawing circles on my chest with her index finger.
I nod. “I did.”
She pulls away to look up at me and I look down into her warm brown eyes. “Did you mean that?”
“Shay, I’ve been falling for you for a really long time.”
Over the next week, Damian and I are attached at the hip whenever I’m not on set. I’m back to shooting fourteen-hour days and when I’m not there, I’m at my house wrapped in his arms or in a bathtub soaking my tired limbs as Damian rubs my feet or my shouldersor my pussy. If we’re behind closed doors, I’m in his lap. I fall asleep in his arms, wake up in them, and I don’t think I’ve taken a shower by myself since our first one. We have sleepy morning sex before we get up for the day and at midnight when I get home from the set just before I close my eyes. We make love and we fuck hard and it’s always passionate and overwhelming and it takes my breath away most times.
He hasn’t told me he loves me but I feel things shifting between us. With every passing day, I feel our relationship growing stronger. We’ve been able to keep our relationship a secret, keeping everything professional while we’re in public, but I know it’s only a matter of time before I have to tell Cooper and my team about us.
After the light fixture accident, Damian has been on set watching things closely, and I’ll admit it’s been nice having him close by.Especially the days I have love scenes with Jeremy.He fucks me mercilessly those nights almost to the point of exhaustion. I don’t know if it’s out of jealousy or just his possessive nature, but I fucking love it.
I love him.
And I think he loves me too.
It’s seven in the morning, and I’m sitting in the back of my Range Rover behind Damian’s seat as he drives us to the set when I notice him darting his eyes between the rearview mirror and the side mirrors every few moments. I narrow my eyes in question. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head, finding my eyes in the rearview mirror. “Nothing, baby.”
