“I love the way you taste,” he sighed, licking my juices off of his lips. My legs were shaking from almost cumming on his face.
Before I could get too caught up on the word “love” being tossed around between us about anything, I felt his thumb press against the slickness, rolling in smooth circles. I threw my head back again and sank in even deeper, spreading my legs as far apart as I could.
I cried out, my whole body shuddering. I was completely spread out before him, straining against his mouth as he coaxed the first orgasm out of me. The second it started to fade, I wanted more of him. The memory of him moving inside of me was still fresh enough for me to vividly recall the exquisite pleasure that I was about to feel again.
I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled his face towards mine. Tasting myself on him was intimate and sweet, especially knowing that he loved it. He pulled back for a moment, long enough for our eyes to meet, and I could see an intensity there that was new. It told me this was something deeper for him...something more than just sex. I hated him for taunting me this way. For torturing me with the hope of what could come out of this, but I didn’t want that right now. All I wanted was for him to fuck me.
His skin was hot to the touch, and I wanted to drown in it. All that was left between us were his Gucci boxers. I snaked my leg between us, teasing his erection with my toes. I stroked him the same way I had in the car, only now with less standing in my way. I ran my toes up to the waistband and pulled, urging him to get them the hell off already. He smirked and was happy to comply, sliding them down over his muscular ass and tossing them aside.
Standing in front of me, I could see him in full view. Stiff as a board and just within my reach. I couldn’t resist. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, pulling him closer as I sat up on the couch. He hissed as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I rounded my lips over the tip and pulled back, feeling him tense up under my hands.
With each breathless moan that escaped his lips, I took him deeper into my mouth, realizing I loved the way he tasted too. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I couldn’t risk blurting out other things about him that I was starting to love. I didn’t want to be fragile, but maybe I was. Because this was all it took for me to start feeling like I was falling head over heels, even more than I had been before I had ever seen him naked or felt him inside of me.
I lost myself in the motions of taking him into my mouth, feeling him grow impossibly hard. But after a minute, he cupped my face in his hands and pulled out. I could tell by the look in his eyes that I had pushed him too far. I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth the way I had in his, but he was right. There was the silent knowing between us that sliding inside of me would be better.
Our mouths crashed together again as he lifted me up and started carrying me deeper into the apartment. I had a brief awareness for the first time that we were at his place. I wanted to look around, but that would have to wait. All that mattered right then was his bed, which was exactly where he was taking me.
He threw me down to the comforter, yanking my legs to the edge of the bed where he stood. His fingers dug into my hips as he slid inside. I screamed out, feeling him so deep inside, and he didn’t hold back. He thrust fast and deep, running his hands across my breasts, taking them in with big greedy handfuls.
One of his hands moved up further still, resting on my neck. I felt his grip tighten as he continued thrusting in and out. No man had ever squeezed my neck during sex like that before. It wasn’t the kind of thing I thought I would like, but as it was happening...I felt my muscles tighten around him. I was dripping wet and aching for him to keep going, for his hand to squeeze even tighter. It was the first time I considered how much more Damon could show me in bed, if we gave ourselves the time.
His grip loosened before he pushed me further back on the bed, lowering over me as he climbed up. We were face to face with him sliding deep inside of me, our palms pressed together as he wedged his fingers between mine. His lips pressed to mine and his tongue moved in and out of my mouth with the rhythm of his movements. I wanted more things I had never done before. A flurry of buried, forgotten desires flashed through my brain before my body started moving without deep thought. I pulled our hands toward my mouth and coaxed his finger between my lips, sucking on it as a reminder of how I sucked on him before he entered me. He let out a broken groan, watching my mouth tighten around his finger. It made him move faster and more skillfully, carefully taking in the full extent of each and every draw in and out.
When I released his finger from my mouth, he collapsed over me, giving in to the intensity of how it felt moving inside of me. I bucked my hips and took him in deeper, clenching around him to feel his hardness. My eyes cut over to his as we moaned out louder, our movements becoming needier.
Everything slipped away but our two bodies and how they felt together. His heat, his smell...the endless silky feeling of his skin stretched over his muscles, grinding against me. Those were the only things in the world that mattered, and I wanted it to last forever. Because as soon as it was over, neither of us knew what happened next. I had prepared myself to never have him again once before, but would I be so lucky to be proven wrong a second time? I didn’t want to find out. I just wanted him to keep going for as long as he could.
I kissed him again, closing my eyes to lose myself even deeper in these precious moments. Our bodies began to shake with our broken gasping moans and building pleasure. He rocked back and forth, his movements becoming less controlled, until we were built up to that moment of ecstasy. The electric shock of it crashed through us both all at once with my head flung back from the overwhelming intensity, and his nuzzled into my neck.
I felt him quiver inside of me as we came down from it. My hand wrapped around the back of his head tenderly, encouraging him to keep his face pressed against my chest. The moment he came back up for air, words would have to be said. We’d have to talk about this and confront what was going to come tomorrow. I wasn’t ready for that yet.
Thankfully, it never came. He must have been afraid of facing reality too, because he kept his face buried against me until we both fell asleep.
13
Damon
Once again I was confronted with the sight of Lizzy sleeping soundly next to me. She was curled up at my side with her face nuzzled into my neck, where she seemed to fit so perfectly. Only this time there was no hangover to blame for my actions. I remembered every moment leading us back to my apartment and into each other’s arms.
I resisted the urge to run and laid back long enough to let her stir awake on her own. I wanted to cherish these moments, and I could skip my morning workout to enjoy her skin next to mine a little longer. Little things like that were what scared me. Missing out on pieces of my life and what I wanted for the sake of someone else’s company and comfort. But right then, as it was happening, it didn’t seem so scary.
As her eyes slowly opened, I found myself staring into them and thinking about everything I didn’t know about her yet. I wanted to learn all about her. It wasn’t enough just to know the taste of her salty sweat or the sounds she made when she was cumming. I still wanted more.
“Good morning,” she croaked, her sleepy voice sounding adorable and warm.
“Morning,” I responded softly, trailing my fingers through her hair. “Do you work today?”