“You look dangerous,” she said.
“You look gorgeous,” he replied, then leaned over and unfastened her pony tail. Her hair fell around her shoulders and he ran his fingers through it, spreading it out as he smiled at her. She was sure he’d never been so big when they’d been together. She reached out to touch him gently and he rose to her touch, catching his breath. “You’ll split the condom,” she said.
“I doubt it.”
She slid her hand down, cupping and caressing his balls until his eyes glittered. Then she slid a fingertip up the underside of his cock, pausing just below the tip. He didn’t even take a breath, just stood, poised and waiting for whatever she would do.
Haley smiled as she decided to surprise him. She bent and took him in her mouth, twisting around on the bed so that she was on her knees before him. She reached around him and grabbed his buttocks, which really might have been made of steel, then began to tease him with her lips and her tongue.
Damon froze. She felt him straighten and guessed that he tipped back his head. His fingers danced over her shoulders, his touch so tentative that she knew she had surprised him, and then he moaned as if the sound was being torn from deep inside him. She caressed his balls and she knew he was pleased because he got harder and thicker with every stroke. She tasted the salt just before he whispered her name and thought she might be finishing him off.
Then he groaned and caught her shoulders in his hands, lifting her away from him. “Haley,” he murmured. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But you like it.”
“But this is supposed to be about what you like. I’m the one saying thanks, remember?” He stretched her out on her back as he was talking, running his hands over her in an endless caress. He looked at her and smiled, the weight of his touch feeling good on her skin. When she was on her back, he ran his fingertip down the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his touch. “Let me please you, Haley,” he said, the thread of uncertainty in his tone nearly finishing her.
He couldn’t imagine that she would decline, could he?
She parted her thighs and smiled as he lowered his weight between them. He kissed her again on his way down, then licked her nipples as if they were candy. His hands bracketed her waist and he kissed her navel, then flicked a wicked glance at her before he closed his mouth over her.
His tongue went right to the point, the way he flicked it making Haley moan out loud. “Bite the pillow if you need to,” he murmured against her thigh. “But no one will hear you here.”
Haley decided to just let go when it was time, to not worry about making noise. It wasn’t like her but she felt a kind of abandon with Damon, a conviction that she was erasing her own boundaries.
Or maybe he was.
She certainly didn’t regret it.
His mouth closed over her again, warm and sweet, his tongue and teeth quickly driving her wild. He moved his hands beneath her and locked his hands around her waist again. Her legs were braced open against his shoulders. His weight and position ensured that she couldn’t move, though she wasn’t trapped or crushed. Haley loved the sense of being confined but sheltered. Protected. He was so much stronger than her but she knew that he would roll away if she made any indication that she wanted him to. She could stop him with a fingertip.
But stopping him was the last thing she wanted to do. He tormented her until she was twisting in his grip, straining for release, her heart hammering and her breath coming in little pants. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she felt her toes pointing as she neared the summit...
Then he lifted his head. “Do you need something to bite?” he asked and Haley nearly screamed in frustration.
“I was so close!”
“I know.” He was laughing at her and she wanted to kiss him. “But it’ll be better if you have to work for it.” He slid his hands up her torso, caressing her breasts for a moment, then slid them back down to her waist. “Unless you want to stop.”
“You’re bad.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Then you’re very good.”
He laughed and she loved the sound of it. “Which do you prefer?”
“I’d like you to do that again, but not stop.”
“And I’d like you to scream the roof down when it’s time.”
Haley shook a finger at him. “Only if you’re inside me. I want to come with you on top of me, inside me, filling me and claiming me.”
He stared at her unblinking, his eyes dark and intense. She was sure his nostrils flared, but then he reached down to his jeans without otherwise moving. He found the condom and put the package on the bed beside her. Then he met her gaze again, holding it as he sank lower and claimed her one more time.
Ten
It was official.
There was no one like Haley.
All Damon had to do was convince her to stay.
Actually, he thought he had to convince himself to let her stay, but he’d worry about that after he’d given her the biggest orgasm of her life. He wanted her to always associate great sex with him, to think of him whenever she felt desire, to come to him whenever she wanted satisfaction.
Because he would always give it to her.
He was realizing that was a responsibility he’d never tire of fulfilling.
She surrendered to him so completely, closing her eyes and parting her lips, opening her legs to him and welcoming everything he offered to her. Her nipples were as taut as her clitoris, and she was wet, so gloriously wet. He couldn’t wait to be inside her but he wanted her on the cusp before he moved. She squirmed as he ate her, her muscles tightening as she enjoyed the bit of confinement. He was inundated by her scent and could think only of her pleasure, carefully learning exactly what pleased her best. She liked it slow, but with little spurts of action, as if he was really going to gobble her up. The occasional brush of a tooth against her clitoris nearly sent her to the moon and he knew that when it was time, he was either going to nip that bud or pinch it.
And he wasn’t going to let go in a hurry. He wanted her to come and come and come, to come until she had no more to give, to come until she was exhausted and limp and collapsed in his arms.
It wouldn’t be long. He kissed her and flicked his tongue over her, feeling how she arched her back. Her pulse was racing and there was a sheen of perspiration on her skin. Her nipples were even tighter and her breath was coming quickly. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, and whispered his name with a desperation that could have sent him to the moon.
“Now!” she begged. “Now, now, now.”
He moved, intent upon giving her what she wanted, and reached for the condom. She pulled it out of his hand and flung it across the floor, then caught his face in her hands and kissed him hungrily. “All of you,” she murmured between kisses. “All of you, now. I love the feel of you without that.”
It wasn’t humanly possible to resist her. Not when she was so sweet, so hot, so wet, so determined to obliterate any other plan than her own. Damon was over her, then inside her, sinking home so fast that he shuddered in an effort to hold back. She was as tight as ever, but slick and hot. He flicked a glance at her, not knowing how long he’d last, and her satisfied smiled nearly finished him right there.