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When I look up, Damon is still fixed on me. Only this time, I see the interest in every part of his face. The line of his brow. The softness of his jaw. The angle of his body.
All of him wants all of me.
And all of me wants all of him.
"Should we talk more?" I ask.
"If you want to," he says.
"Later."
He nods and pulls his t-shirt over his stomach. "My turn to strip first this time."
Yes. Damon Webb, naked in front of me. I love it. But first things first. I hold up my hand one second.
"Baby, my ego."
"I need the full experience." I pick another EDM album.
Damon smiles as I set the phone on the counter. "Cassie Steele, sometimes you're a parody of yourself."
"Is that a compliment?"
"I love it." He takes a step toward me. "Is that better?"
"I was promised stripping."
He nods of course, takes one more step toward me, undoes the button of his jeans.
Slowly, he slides them off his hips. The denim falls at his feet. He steps out of it and kicks it away.
Damon Webb in only his boxers. I take in the sight for a moment. The messy dark hair, the gorgeous blue eyes, the strong shoulders, the tattoo on his chest. Be Brave, Live.
A month ago, I cursed him for his hypocrisy. He wasn't trying to live. But I wasn't either. Not the way I am now.
I meet him in the middle of the room. I curl one hand around his waist, soaking in the softness of his skin and the hardness of his muscles. I bring the other to his cheek.
I let my eyes flutter closed as I bring my lips to his.
He tastes like mint and promise and Damon. He kisses back like he needs me more than anything. Or maybe I'm the one who needs him more than anything.
I'm not sure anymore.
My tongue dances with his.
He backs me up to the bed.
I break our kiss enough to do away with my tank top. My bra.
He grabs a condom from the table and tosses it on the bed, then he stands in front of me and pushes his boxers aside.
And there he is, in his full glory. Damon Webb, naked, for me. All for me. All mine.
He really is beautiful. All of him. Even his cock. I've never thought of one as beautiful before, but there's something about the shape, the size, the way it fits the rest of him just right.
He groans as I wrap my hand around him. "Fuck, Cass."
I move slowly, exploring him with my thumb, watching his reactions. His eyes close. His lips part. His chest shakes.
Right now, he's under my spell. Right now, we're connected.
It feels so good. Too good to stand here and watch.
I pump him one more time, then I do away with my jeans, my panties.
He looks me up and down, appreciation in his blue eyes. "You're beautiful."
"You too." I bring my lips to his.
This time, his kiss is softer, like he really does want to make love. There's an intimacy to it, a patience. His tongue dances with mine. His fingers curl into my sides. His body melts into mine.
He cups my breast with his palm, teasing me with slow strokes of his thumb, again and again, until I want him so much, I'm dizzy. Then he moves to my other breast, and he does the same thing.
I pull him onto the bed. "Fuck me. Now."
He unwraps the condom and slides it over his cock. Then he positions himself between my legs and nudges my thighs apart.
Slowly, he lowers his body onto mine. His chest, stomach, hips.
His cock brushes my pelvis. Then, I shift my hips so we're aligned.
His tip brushes my sex.
Desire floods my body. I need that. I need him. I need to feel him inside me.
"Fuck me," I groan again.
And he teases me again. A soft brush. Then another. Another.
When I'm sure I can't take it anymore, he slides all the way into me. One perfect inch at a time.
My body stretches to take him.
He sinks deeper and deeper.
Until I have all of him, and he has all of me.
He brings his lips to mine, and he kisses me hard as he pulls back and drives into me again.
He stays there, slow and soft and loving, as he drives into me again and again.
Bit by bit, I dissolve into the rhythm of our movements. The thrust of his hips. The rock of my pelvis. The recoil of the mattress.
The EDM beat, the sound of his breath, the taste of his lips.
And always the sweet feeling of fullness inside me.
The tension in my sex winds tighter and tighter. Close to what I need, but not quite there.
He notices. "Touch yourself, baby." He scrapes his teeth against my ear. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
