Clara
Damien orders me to lock the door and I do it hastily because of all the excitement I am feeling right now. There are still guests downstairs so anyone might come up here with an intention or just because they are drunk. Interruption is the last thing I want right now.
“Are you sure about this?” Damien asks me for the second time.
“If I wasn’t sure about this, then I wouldn’t have nearly broken my legs running while to close the door,” I reply him and he chuckles.
“You know, we can still make it to my house. You will have enough room to make all the noise you want,” he says.
“Are you afraid that I am going to get us caught?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe,” he replies and I can’t help but smile at him.
“A house full of Vampires we would have a higher risk of getting caught than in the one full of Werewolves,” I tell him.
“Good thinking, but everyone at home knows that you belong to me so there won’t be any need to fear getting caught,” be says.
“I promise I will be quiet,” I tell him and he cocks his head to one side.
“I won’t rely on your word but I will take it as it is,” he says while brushing my lips with his thumb. He gives my lips a quick kiss and walks around so that he stands behind me.
“You look fabulous in this dress but I think you would look sexier with it off your body,” he murmurs against my shoulder and holds the zipper of the dress.
He pulls down the zipper slowly while leaving behind light feathery kisses on my back. The zipper runs down stopping just above my ass. He pulls it off my shoulders and falls down pooling on my feet.
He holds my hand and helps me to step out of it. He picks up the dress, folds it and places it on top of the the small table beside the wardrobe.
Now I am left it in my lace black bra and panties. He walks slowly around me and removes his boots and stockings remaining barefooted. I love Damien’s bare foot. Just seeing them pat silently on the floor is a turn on to me.
He stands behind me and sweeps my long hair of my shoulders so that he can tail wet kisses from my neck down to my shoulder. His fingers run down my back to where my bra is clasped.
He unclasps it, setting my breasts free and then places it on top of the dress. He cups my breasts in his hands from behind and starts to fondle them in a relaxing massage. I raise my chest so I can offer myself fully into his skilled hands.
He begins his assault on my nipples, pinching lightly and rolling them between his fingers, making them really hard and sensitive.
“Mmm… I love how responsive your body is to me,” he says and then plucks at them, radiating a moan from me.
“Ahh!” I yelp with pleasure.
“Shh… Quiet,” he whispers into my ear and nibbles on my earlobe. I nod and purse my lips to stifle my moans.
He kneads and presses my breasts until my nipples are really hard and long due to his assault. He walks gently around me. He stops in front of me and gives me a chaste kiss on my lips leaving me begging for more.
He trails his lips down my neck to my chest, stopping on my breasts. He pulls one nipple into his hot mouth. He licks and sucks, grazing his teeth gently on it. I close my eyes and try, really hard, not to moan loudly.
He gives my other breast the same treatment and I almost come from the action. When he finishes his assault on my breasts, he sweeps me off the floor and places me gently onto the bed so that I am laying on my back.
He first stands there looking at me laying down naked except for my panties which are still intact. I don’t think they are going to remain intact for long, though.
He undoes the buttons of his shirt in a slow and torturous manner and then shakes it off. He then climbs onto the bed from the further end where my feet are.
He looks so damn hot hot as he crawls up my body while leaving kisses on my legs. He raises my left foot up and kisses my calf. I have never been kissed there. Hell! I have never been kissed anywhere except by Damien! He is the only man who has ever owned my sexual pleasure and I am damn proud of myself for keeping myself waiting for him.
He kisses my inner thigh coming closer to rest between my legs. I am not afraid to say that I am so wet for him, I think he can see that on my panties. My suspensions are confirmed when an evil smile forms on his face and he licks his lips.
He kisses my belly ignoring where I need him the most and trails upwards back to my breasts. He then looks me in the eyes. His sexy ocean blue eyes are now dark with lust. In a blink of an eye, his mouth is on mine claiming my lips in the most powerful of kisses.
I moan into his mouth as his chest hair tickles my already sensitive nipples. Oh… jeez! I want him so bad!
I wrap my legs around his waist so as to pull him closer and get some relief. When he realizes what I am up to, he rubs his hard crotch against my groin making moan in need. He is so hard. I can feel his bulge pressing against my sex. Oh, crap! This is torture!
“Please,” I beg him to do something. Anything to get me some relief.
“Please what, Clara? Tell me what you want,” he says with an evil smile.
“Please Damien. I need so bad. Make love to me,” I plead.
“I like it when you beg like a good girl,” he says and then gives me a quick kiss on my lips. He grabs my ass in his hands and hooks his fingers in the band of my panties. He pulls it slowly off my body as if unwrapping a Christmas gift and then puts them on the nightstand. Well, it’s better off there than on the floor.
When the cool air brushes over my sex, that is when I realize that I am much better than I thought. Damien then spreads my legs apart so that I am spread-eagle infront of him. I watch anxiously as he lowers his head and then feel his mouth over my sex.
Oh. I almost come on the spot. I close my eyes and enjoy the ecstasy of his skillful mouth as it does it’s magic on my sex.
“Ahh!” I moan as his tongue licks and sucks on my clit. He continues his torturous action over my entire sex until it is throbbing with need. I thread my hands through his hair and pull at it. He moans against my sex and the sound reverberates through my body so needy for more.
“Please! Please! Please!” I beg him to though I don’t know exactly what I am begging for.
I can feel my climax building inside me. When I am almost coming, he immediately removes his mouth. I whine at the loss of the feeling and my orgasm.
Damien does a quick work of removing his pants boxers and then comes between my legs again. He rubs his hand up and down his magnificent length and then positions it at my entrance.
He first rubs the head up and down my sex restoring the sweet feeling of my climax that I thought I had lost lost. He then enters me fully in one single thrust, feeling me and claiming every single inch of my me.
Oh! He feels so… good!
He starts pumping into me in short quick thrusts.
“You are so wet, Clara. So wet for me,” he says while thrusting deeper and deeper into me, hitting that sweet spot only he can find.
“You feel so good, baby and you are all mine. Only mine,” he says and then captures my lips into a powerful and possessive kiss. He trails his lips down to my neck and licks that spot where he marked me. He sinks his fangs into my skin and I immediately come from my climax over and over with a muffled cry.
He pulls out of me and flips me over so that I am laying on my chest and my ass is up in the air. He kneels behind me and run his fingers up and down my sex.
“I am going to take you from behind now,” he says while putting his cock at my entrance. He thrusts into me and holds my ass in his hands so that I don’t crush apart.
“You feel so fucking tight in this position,” he says and then starts pumping into me over and over. I can feel his climax building too. His breathing has started hitching and his thrusts are quick and unsteady.
He lowers his hand my clit and rubs it as he continues to thrust. I don’t take long before I come again in my second orgasm. Damien follows me in his own release and comes inside me with a muffled roar. He collapses on top of me and rolls us over so that he can spoon me and pull me into his chest.