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“Oh. I thought—”
“Let’s start this way.”
“Okay.” I lie on my front. He moves between my legs, then gently pushes up my left knee. Finally he slides the tip of his erection down through my folds and presses it inside me.
“It feels deeper this way,” he murmurs, bending to kiss my shoulder. “So we’ll go slow, okay?”
I nod. He eases in carefully, withdrawing and then going a little deeper each time. In between, he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my face, and my lips when I turn my head. He takes his time, but eventually he’s all the way in, and he pauses, pushing forward and burying himself deep inside me.
“Oh my God…” I pull a pillow toward me and bury my face in it. This is so different from anything I’ve experienced before. His body is warm on top of mine, and he’s tucked one arm beneath me, so he’s holding me tightly.
“Ah baby girl,” he murmurs, moving inside me as he kisses my neck, “you feel so good. I love being deep inside you like this.”
“Mmm… Damon…”
He moves slowly, and while he rocks his hips, he slides his other hand down beneath me, his fingers finding my clit. He circles the pad of his middle finger over it, and I moan.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers.
“Yeah…” My hands curl into fists on the pillow. He’s right—there’s something feral about this position, and it fires me up. “It feels… amazing…” I like the feeling of him commanding my passion, and here, like this, I’m totally in his hands, and he’s completely in charge of me. I’m entering that strange mindspace again, feeling as if I’m floating, as if all there is in the world is Damon and his warm body and his strong hands guiding me…
For the first time, I understand why people enjoy the animal side of passion. Before, with Cole, I found it cold and unromantic, and I felt as if he was using me—as if I might as well just be a sex doll lying there. But I know Damon will never take his pleasure from me without a thought to mine. His fingers are unrelenting, stroking and teasing my clit, and I know he won’t let himself come until I have. The thought turns me on more than anything else he could ever do or say.
I want him to take me, I want to come like this, with him inside me. But he’s thrusting so slowly, and every now and again he stops touching me, making me wait.
“Oh God…” I whisper, “please…”
He kisses my cheek, and down my neck. “Please what, baby girl?”
“I want…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come. Ahhh… Damon… This is like torture…”
“Tell me what to do.”
“Ahhh… please… just… take me there.”
“How, baby?”
“Please…” I widen my thighs, trying to push back against him.
“You want me to go faster?”
“Yes…”
“Harder?”
“Oh God, yes…”
He turns my face and gives me a hard kiss. “Whatever you want, gorgeous girl.” He lifts up then onto his hands. This time, when he thrusts, he’s plunging down into me, and I groan at how deep it feels.
“Is this what you want?” he says, his voice harsh with his ragged breaths.
“Oh my God, yes…” I bury my face in the pillow.
“Get ready, sweetheart, I’m going to make you come now.”
