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His lips curving, he lifts up so he can watch me, thrusting hard.
Oh my… unable to do anything but let him take me to the edge, I stare up at him, realizing at that moment that he’s totally in control of my arousal. He’s going to make me come, and I’m completely unable to stop him.
Not that I want to, of course.
I bite my bottom lip, my eyes closing of their own accord as tension begins deep inside me. “Damon…”
“Yeah, gorgeous girl, come on, let’s fucking do it.” He increases his pace, thrusting hard.
“Oh my God…” My toes curl and I dig my nails into his back as my orgasm hits, and it’s unbelievable, every pulse heightened by the feeling of having him inside me. Ooh, it’s fucking amazing. How have I gone so long without having this?
He’s still thrusting, giving a sexy grunt with every movement of his hips, and oh I think he’s going to come…
“Oh yeah,” I whisper, “come on baby, I want to watch you fill me up…”
He slams into me, almost driving me up to the headboard, then shudders and stiffens as his climax hits. Ooh, man, he looks amazing, all his muscles tensing, his fierce frown showing the intensity of what he’s feeling as his cock jerks inside me.
“Ah fuck,” he says. He opens his eyes and looks right into mine, blazing hot, and his hands tighten on mine where they’re still pinning me to the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Little aftershocks of pleasure shoot through me, and he obviously feels them because his lips curve up as I clench inside.
It seems to take forever for the paroxysm of bliss to release us, but eventually he exhales, and I relax back into the pillows, limp as a noodle. He unfurls his fingers and releases my hands. I flex mine and groan.
“Sorry,” he says, still propped up on his hands looking down at me. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all.”
“You’re sure?” He lowers down, still inside me, and kisses me, soft, light kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, then back to my lips. The intensity of our passion has dissipated, and now he kisses me tenderly, his tongue teasing mine, lazy and slow.
“Mmm.” I sigh, enjoying the warmth of his big body on top of me, the feel of him still inside me. Cole used to roll over the moment he was done and look at his phone. I always felt abandoned, and it left me kind of cold. This is… mmm… very pleasant.
“My beautiful baby girl,” Damon says, kissing the rest of my face again. “So incredibly sexy.” He kisses around to my ear and nuzzles there, inhaling. “Jesus, you’re a hundred percent woman, you know that? You smell and taste and feel amazing. You make me feel so good.” He rocks his hips, still hard inside me. Ooh.
“That’s a nice thing to say.” I don’t think I did anything, really, but I appreciate the compliment.
“You were made for sex,” he assures me, his hips still moving. He brushes his lips against mine again. “I could make love to you all night. In fact, I think I might just do that.”
A thrill passes through me like the shock of static. “You’ve just screwed me senseless, you horny devil. I’ve had three orgasms. I need five minutes to recover.”
“Only three? Seems a shame to go down in the rollercoaster when you’re up so high.” He nips my bottom lip with his teeth.
I slide my hands down to his butt, feeling the muscles clenching as he rocks. “How are you still hard?”
“Skill.”
That makes me laugh. “You’re something else,” I tell him, looking up into his gingerbread-brown eyes.
“Not sure if that’s a compliment.”
I kiss his nose. “It definitely is.”
We study each other for a moment. I feel shy, suddenly conscious again that this is Damon Chevalier, nearly six years older than me, an incredibly hot and sexy guy who’s very au fait with bedroom decorum.
He kisses me again, lifts up, carefully withdraws, and disposes of the condom. Then he rolls over and rises.
I sit up, missing the warmth of his body. Is he expecting me to leave right away? I’m not sure of the protocol with one-night stands. It doesn’t seem right to stay the night. This is all about sex when it comes to it—I’m not stupid. Should I start getting dressed?
He’s getting something out of the fridge, so I sit on the edge of the bed, find my underwear, and pull them on. I should have brought a change of clothes with me. Oh well, I’ll have to put my dress back on. I pick it up and start gathering it in my hands, ready to slip it over my head.
