He grimaced. “Unless you don’t want to—”
“No!” I remarked, shaking my head. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
He stood from the couch and held his hand out toward me. “Your room or mine?”
“Are you sure you don’t want the lights off?” I asked, feeling my nerves building as I sat there in my bra and panties, covering my body.
“I definitely don’t want the lights off,” he said confidently. He sat on the bed. “Now, come sit on my chest.”
I did as he said, feeling chills racing through my system.
“Stella,” he sternly whispered, sitting up as I straddled his lap. I was hovering over his body, making sure not to put my full weight against his chest in fear I would crush him. His hands landed against my waistline. “When I say sit on my chest”—he gave my body a small tug, lowering me more so I was fully sitting on him—“I mean sit on my chest.”
I bit my bottom lip. “What if I hurt you?”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“But—”
“You can’t hurt me,” he repeated with a confidence that somehow turned me on even more than I already had been.
I fully relaxed my body. The more I relaxed against him, the more he smiled. The more he smiled, the more I relaxed. It was wild to me how we worked together in that way. How we both made one another feel safe just by being ourselves.
“Good girl,” he said as he bent forward and traced his tongue against the curve of my breasts which were perked up from my push-up bra. A pool of heat fell between my legs as he called me good girl, making me want to be nothing less than a perfectly obedient student in his classroom.
The fear that I would crush him slowly dissipated with every single kiss that he trailed down my body. He caressed my insecurities, kissing them and massaging them with such awe. I closed my eyes as his hands wandered over me, not avoiding my stomach rolls, not afraid to touch me in places Jeff never explored, not afraid to kiss me with the lights on. What turned me on even more was how I was able to see that he was as turned on as I was. His hardness pressed against my inner thigh, making me want to do nothing more than pull down his boxers and introduce my mouth to his member.
Plus, the way he looked at me…
He looked at me as if I were the sun.
More butterflies formed. I doubted they’d ever go away.
“Now,” he said, lying back, leaving me to straddle him. He looked at me with those eyes that owned my heartbeats and a wicked smile against his lips. “Sit on my face.”
I gasped and laughed at the same time. “What? No way. That’s something for smaller girls.”
“That’s something for all women, including you. Now, like I said. Sit on my face.”
I narrowed my eyes. “As in hover over you?”
He shook his head. “If I wanted you to hover, I would’ve said that.”
I bit my bottom lip. “What if you suffocate?” He laughed, and I swatted his arm. “I’m serious, Damian! What if I’m too heavy?”
He raised himself up and shifted my weight around so my panties were brushing right against his hardness. He began to grind a bit, intensifying the mood by tenfold. His fingers then wrapped around my G-string, and he began to pull them down my thighs. “Stella…believe me when I say this…” His tongue moved to my ear and licked it slowly before he sucked on my earlobe and whispered, “There is nothing about you that is too much for me.” He assured me before taking off my panties and tossing them to the side of the room. “Now,” he warned, lying back down. “Sit.” He lifted my hips a bit without any effort. “On.” He cocked an eyebrow. “My.” He massaged my ass cheeks. “Face.”
“I’ll do it if you can make me.”
Without a second of hesitation, he lifted me and placed me against his face. “No hovering,” he warned, noting me resisting a bit. “Relax, Mrs. Blackstone,” he said as my worries melted away. “I got you,” he promised.
I lowered myself completely, gripping my hands on the headboard and—
“Oh, my gosh,” I moaned out, thrown off by what was happening to me. Damian’s arms were wrapped around my thighs as his mouth, his tongue… Oh my goodness, his tongue.
He slid his tongue in and out of me as my hips began to grind against his face. I couldn’t even hold in my moans as he ate me out at a slow pace that sped up without any warning, which led to no complaints from me. He’d go from slowly cherishing my taste to ravishing me as he sighed in pleasure from the meal he was being served.
He loved it, which made me relax even more. I let go of all my worries as his tongue felt so deep inside me. When it wasn’t inside, his lips were sucking my clit, making me twist and turn in pleasure. The headboard began to rock with me, pounding against the wall as I cried out in bliss from the tricks he was performing against me.
“I’m going to… Damian, I’m…” I breathed out, unable to get any complete sentences out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in euphoria. I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know this was a thing. I didn’t know—
“Yes!” I cried out as he gripped his hands tighter against my legs. I began to orgasm against his face, my thighs shaking with complete and utter shock from the best—and maybe only—orgasm I’d ever truly experienced. His tongue lapped up and down my lips as if he was trying to drain me of every drop of pleasure, but the more he ate, the wetter I grew as my body shook with an explosive amount of wants and needs.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
“Damian,” I begged, pulling myself back a bit.
His eyes met mine as his face glistened with my wetness all over him.
“Can you…?” I asked.
No other words were needed.
He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over to the bed. His dilated eyes fell against me as a low growl fell from deep within his soul as he tossed his boxers across the room. He reached into the nightstand and ripped open the condom package. I grabbed the condom from his hand and moved to roll it down his hard, throbbing cock. From my touch, he closed his eyes. I wrapped my hands around his hardness, a bit amazed at the girth of it in my hold.
“Geez, Stella… when you do that… I want you,” he said as he opened his eyes and stared into mine. He lowered himself a bit on top of me and whispered as his lips fell against mine, “I want you so much it’s killing me.”
“I’m yours,” I promised, kissing his lips, feeling his wants as he kissed me back. “All yours,” I swore.
As he slid himself into me, I cried out, not knowing it could feel like that. I didn’t even mean the sex. I meant the connection. The power of wanting someone as much as they wanted you. The power of not needing words to even express that want but allowing your bodies to entangle to do the speaking.
Damian worked my body as if he was working on his most prized possession. He took his time with me as I explored him. We moved in sync. We made love in the same rhythm, to the same beat.
Making love.
So, this was what it felt like to be wanted by someone the same way you craved them.
I’m falling for you…I’m falling…I’m falling…