I nervously laughed at him, noticing how focused his gaze was on my lips still. Damian cut off my laughter by suddenly slipping an arm around the back of my neck, bringing me forward to crush my lips against his. I was lost then, excited and exhilarated by the way he was touching me. I kissed him back as much as I could, knowing it was a losing battle. I could hear the heavy breathing from Damian’s nose, startled by the way he so harshly pushed me against the wall. “What are you wearing underneath,” he breathed out sharply.
“What?”
“Underneath.”
“Damian?”
A hand reached downwards to hike up my dress, revealing my tight black stockings to block out the cold. Damian was unsatisfied, dropping to his knees dramatically before he flapped up the front of my dress and dove his head inside of it. I was too startled to do anything, only gasping as I felt sharp nails dig into the top of my pelvic muscles to unlatch the stockings from my bare skin.
“Damian!” I cried out, still frazzled with everything. “Wait.” It was too late, I could feel his bare hand rubbing harshly at my bare skin on my inner right thigh. His breathing was alarmingly heavy, as if he couldn’t keep himself under control anymore.
“Sara,” he wailed, almost begging as his thumb stroked the curls of hair of my most sacred part of my body. A second passed before his other hand brought the last of my stockings down between my ankles. Another second passed, when I felt his thumb rover downwards to rest over my clit.
“Shit,” I cursed, knowing I couldn’t fight back even if I wanted too. Damian took it as a sign and began stroking it slowly, his breathing echoing darkly underneath my dress. I shut my eyes as it hit me, that heavy level of arousal that was just begging for more. A hand fell over the top of his shoulder, forgoing my prior pretenses of him simply asking me. Fuck, a part of me cursed, but the way he was using his finger made me forget my train of thought.
“God, I can smell you,” he said with pure desperation. “Sara,” he growled underneath me. My hand rubbed hard against the curve of his shoulder blade, working up his broad neck that became tense under my touch.
“Do it,” I commanded, and Damian obliged instantly by pressing his mouth against me. “Ugh,” came from the back of my throat, hating the hot tongue that was steadily licking up my drippings that nestled between my thighs. A warning growl told me he would want more than that, and soon a finger was used to pry me open so he could settle his mouth over me more. I let out a sound, feeling my chest heave downwards from the thrill of it all.
“Damian,” I wailed, knowing it was the tip of his slick wet tongue that was setting me on high. His left hand snaked around the curve of my ankle, worshipping my toned calves as it massaged its way upwards. I felt helpless from his touch, hunching over till I could rest my hand over the top of his head. Damian grunted once he had his fill, and then brought his lips downwards to kiss each part of my inner thighs.
“Sara,” he chanted endlessly, while his wandering hands went high enough to cup each cheek of my ass. I moaned in response, not able to mentally cope with what he had just done. “I want more,” he said in a throaty voice.
I moaned in response, and then bent my knees so I could get at the same level as him. It was hard to believe we were still in front of his door, not even making our way into the inner rooms before all of this happened. Damian was at eye level with me now, his green eyes had become so dark they almost looked steely grey. It was hard to see him in the dimness of the house, but I knew he was staring at me hard.
“I’ve slept with my ex-boyfriends in the past, but none of them have ever given me oral sex.” A breezy laugh escaped me from embarrassment. “It’s usually the other way around, isn’t it? They want it, but they aren’t willing to give it to you as well.” My fingers fluffed up the top of his sweater, feeling the soft fabric beneath my fingers. “And you willingly give it to me for our first time together … being intimate that is.” I sucked in my cheeks for a moment. “As odd as it sounds, you were really good at it, Damian.”
He was silent, unnervingly so.
“I …” My mouth felt dry just as I tried to communicate my muddle thoughts aloud. “Okay,” I stammered out nervously. Damian remained silent; the aching down below only intensified as we retained eye contact. “Fuck that was good,” I laughed out nervously, not sure if I wanted to touch him any further.
His hands were still over my ass, cupping them enough to keep me right in front of him. He was as immovable as a statue, but I sensed all his attention was solely on me. He inched forward suddenly, and I knew he would kiss me again. I closed my eyes and submitted, feeling myself flutter away mentally for a moment as he drew out our kisses slowly. I could taste myself on my lips.
A few stray fingers stroked the back of his neck wishfully. Our bodies rocked forward and backward; Damian doing his best to not be too overwhelming, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he had me flat on my back. He pulled his hands out of my dress to bare his nails into the back of my scalp, while I did my best to sculpt the tense muscles at the back of his nape.
The sound of our kisses ignited the air, each like a spark of fire that was sending us closer to our doom. Damian tucked his head to the right, forcing my hand to fall away from his neck. I felt him graze the front of my collarbone, probably thankful that my dress had such a deep V-neck.
“I know you want it,” he hushed against my skin.
“I do.”
He pushed me down on the ground slowly, letting a stray finger stroke through the thick cloth of my dress from the bottom of my waist to just over the valley of my breasts. A knee raised slowly, straddling me with a determined look in his eyes.
“Do you have protection?” I breathed out carefully.
“No.”
“Do you have anything I should know about?”
“No.”
“I don’t,” I feebly assured him, after one of his fingers pulled a thick strap off my left shoulder. “And you didn’t ask you know?”
“Will you let me?” he breathed out sharply.
“Yeah.”
He blinked slowly as he used his other hand to pull down my other bright red strap. He hunched forward like a dog, grazing the top set of his teeth against the rounded curve of my shoulder blade. I exhaled frantically, taking note of the hot heat of his breath. He bit into the curve of my shoulder, making a mark that would last for days. I turned my head to see the tip of his nose trailing over the mark he gave me and then he kissed the spot profusely as a way of apology. I rubbed my fingers through his thick mane, feeling the softness of it over my fingers. The floor was cold and bare, but there I was, letting this strange man hover over me with his desire on full display.
“Damian,” I mouthed, “could we do this in your bed?”
He turned his head to me slowly, taking in my words with an empty look.
“It is more comfortable there,” I tried to explain in a way that would not break the sexual tension.
He nodded his head stiffly, and then gave me one last kiss on my lips before he pulled himself away. I laid a hand over one of Damian’s bent knees, rising myself upwards with my weight placed over his strong leg. He watched me tower over him, looking slightly amused at the way I was readjusting my dress in front of him. Damian was still half seated on the floor as he gazed up at me with fondness, though his face was so impassive it was hard to read his thoughts.
“I hope you know I don’t do it with just anyone.”
Damian took that as a sign to stand up, and then took a hold of my hand once we were standing face to face.
“I’m not that kind of girl.”
He answered me by tugging on my hand, leading me down the stretch of long hallway until we got into the kitchen. He briefly let go of my hand to turn the oven off, removing a few pots from the hot stove-top with a quiet air. His hand returned to mine tugging more harshly, bringing me around a bend until we reached the bottom of the pitch-black staircase. His foot creaked over the first step, leaving only a second for me to change my mind.
I was nervous since I didn’t know Damian that well, but I felt that this was something that I wanted to do. I squeezed onto his hand harder and found myself becoming excited that we were taking things to the next level.
I quickly followed after Damian, trying to contain my smile as we worked our way up the narrow staircase.
He glanced upwards to see me shivering, and then turned around to walk to the far end of the room where a wooden casing was propped up against a wall. Damian removed the first set of blankets, the same one I put on him last night when he was cold. He removed a second one, and only seemed satisfied when he pulled up a rugged fur blanket that looked soft to the touch. It was only then that he looked in my direction and seemed satisfied with his findings. The case shut loudly; soft footsteps padded in my direction before he strung the heavy blanket around me with unblinking eyes.
“I forgot to lock the door,” he uttered softly, and then walked past me to make his way downstairs again. I felt the whole thing rather odd and chose to sit at the edge of the bed with the warm fur blanket wrapped around me. I stroked the material aimlessly, staring at the blank wall that lacked any detail or personality. His closet was tightly shut, few items of clothing that looked like dirty laundry were hanging out of a straw blanket. My legs stretched out against the wooden panelled floor, noticing how cold it was underneath my feet.
I got up to shut the window, taking in the sunlight that fell over the lush green grass near the front of Damian’s house. A stray raven flew in the air, circling around Damian’s house idly, reminding me of the events that happened earlier on today. I suppressed a groan and decided to push my worries away to simply enjoy this moment. I knew I liked Damian, it was probably foolish, but I really did like him a lot.
Common sense forgotten, I leaned against Damian’s bed to remove my warm stockings, bunching it up neatly for tonight’s party. I untied the strings to my red hood next, folding it over until it was placed over my stockings. I was about to work on my dress when I heard a creaking of a staircase and then decided to greet Damian outside of the doorway.