A looming shadow moved before me, his well carved figure only becoming visible as he stepped into the bedroom lighting. I bit at my lip with expectation, sensing the high level of sexual tension that charged between us. Damian took a step forward and I immediately backed away. He shut the door behind him, eyes never leaving mine. I took another step back, feeling my bare feet crush the fur blanket that I neglected on the hardwood floor. Damian gripped at the bottom of his sweater and briskly pulled it off, revealing a tight white tank-top that went well with his toned body. I could feel the throbbing below; the heat, the desire to lay my hands all over him.
Damian undid his belt buckle hastily, still following me as I walked backwards in his room. His lip twitched upwards once I hit the bed, and it went even higher when I surrendered before him and sat up on it. The black leather belt slipped through his belt buckles with ease, sliding around his waist until he gripped it in the palm of his hand.
It was only when he stepped under the single light in his room that I noticed a jagged scar over his right shoulder. There was white linen wrapped around his left arm as well, blushed with a shade of pink to show his wound was still fresh. I was tempted to ask him about it, but I knew now wasn’t a good time. As a matter of fact, there were a lot of tiny nicks and bruises and even a gruesome scar over his upper right arm, which made me wonder what had happened to him.
His hands gripped over his lower torso to pry his shirt off, bringing it over his head before he dropped it on the floor. He bent down to grip the blanket in a single hand, laying it beside me on the bed with a mysterious look in his eyes.
“We haven’t much time,” he said out of the blue. “Take off your dress.”
“I can ask my friends to not come,” I pointed out. “We don’t have to rush.”
He looked over my shoulder to see the orange skyline, and I knew he was disagreeing with me.
“I can stay here,” I reminded him. “Tonight.”
Damian responded by undoing the top button to his jeans and unzipping it in front of me. In one swift movement he pulled his pants and briefs down at the same time, making me realize his summer tan was over every inch of his body. Nervous, I brought my hands behind my head to undo the zipper, aware of how keen he was to watch me. He was unbelievably hard, and I couldn’t stop staring at his erection.
One foot moved forward, and then the other, and then he sat down on the bed to lean his body into mine. He reached over to zip down the last of my zipper and used two hands to pull the smooth garment downwards till it rested over the top of my lap. Damian never wavered to undo my bra as well, hardly paying attention to the scarlet red material before he tossed it to the ground without a care. Damian slid forward to let his bare feet hit the ground and used his hands to arrest the sides of my waist to lift me off the bed.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered. A hand reached downward to drag the last of the red material from my body, and then he tilted his head slightly as he watched me step out of my dress. He stretched out his left hand to move the fur blanket upwards, letting it fall over every inch of his bed before he walked in front of me, turning around the corner of the front bedpost to make his way to the window.
“I’m hot,” he uttered under his breath, pulling the window open to the max, letting tiny flakes of snow flutter through the window. Damian stood in front of it for a moment, looking like he was breathing in the fresh air.
Feeling useless, I crawled over his bed and then sprawled myself out with nervous anticipation. He won’t go easy, I thought, or slow. I cranked my head in his direction, wondering what on earth he was doing.
“Damian?”
He reverted his gaze to me, abandoning the windowsill to crawl over the side of the bed. One leg hooked over me quickly, straddling himself over with a satisfied look in his eyes. I raised my head off the bed to kiss him, nearly smiling against his lips as he kissed me back. His skin was rough to the touch, and yet, the hairs over his chest were soft enough to play with. Damian’s kiss was overpowering, I felt like he was devouring me in his bed.
“I’m staying the night,” I told him, which made him growl in reply. I took it as a good sign and hooked my hands around his hips to bring him downwards. Damian submitted instantly, easing himself inside of me to our relief. A warm hand rubbed the side of his arm, feeling the light bindings that covered up an open wound. My fingers trace the outer surface of his cloth bandage and then claw his skin as I stroke them upwards.
“Riding Hood,” he randomly uttered in between a kiss, clearly amused by my Halloween costume.
“You like it?”
“More than you know,” he darkly replied.
“You could have dressed as the wolf,” I teased. “You have this blanket—” My words were cut off when he pushed himself inside of me, eliciting a moan that I couldn’t hold back.
“Oh, Damian,” I wailed, closing my eyes as the feeling hit me. A low grunt escaped him, a tilt of his head to bite at the side of my neck. I could feel the bed going downwards as he pushed himself further inside me. I couldn’t help but chant out his name, knowing that was only the encouragement he needed to keep going.
“Big bad wolf,” he droned deeply, and then took another bite into the side of my neck. He heard me wail and I knew he loved it, probably one of those fetishes that he couldn’t hold back on our first night. I was right about one thing, he was intent on fucking me hard.
Thankfully, he was no longer concerned with my lips, enough for me to let out an uneven breath as he thrust himself inside of me. I could barely breathe at one point, startled with the way his nails clawed itself into the sharp grooves of my waist.
The cold wind blew harder on us, sweeping over Damian’s bare back in a swift moment. He was making me reach a high I never anticipated. Damian leaned forward to silence my deep moans with his lips, kissing me through the last of it until I felt like I was in some perverse dream.
I briskly stroked my fingers through his thick hair while Damian spent his time rubbing his own fingers through the soft fur underneath us. I still could not breathe properly; I was entranced by that gaze he couldn’t hold back any longer when he looked deep into my eyes.
“What is it?” I finally asked. His only response was to lean down to simply kiss my lips. I returned his gesture, for I was all too eager to return the favour. “Can we do this tomorrow?” I asked him without reserve. “Before I go?”
Damian strengthened the kiss, making me smile against his lips even more.
“Please, Damian.”
“Yes,” he stated in a deep tenor, after he shifted his gaze downwards to take in my heaving breasts.
“I don’t want to go back to the city.”
He never answered me, only letting his fingers drag against the rounded curve of my left breast in deep meditation.
“Do you think they have an opening here?”
“Not until the summer.”
“Its fall,” I moaned. He let his thumb flick my perk nipple, glancing upwards to catch my reaction. “Are you even listening?”
“Yes,” he answered me through partially opened lips. I raised a hand and stroked the dark hairs along his chin, wondering why he wouldn’t fully open his mouth at the moment.
“You are handsome, you know that?”
Damian tucked himself downwards to suck my nipple in his mouth, suckling it like a newborn babe with closed lids. I had no choice but to watch him, wishing I didn’t have to feel a throbbing down below when he was still in me.
“Damian,” I complained, knowing if he didn’t stop soon, I would lose it. A random tooth grazed my nipple, making me twitch and then push the top of Damian’s head to let me go. “That hurt.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, and then settled over me like a puppy would when it was tired. Two arms encircled my frame and then he laid his head gently over my chest. I wasn’t sure what to make of his behaviour, but I knew his actions meant a lot to him. “Will you let me stay with you?”
Damian let his chin rub over the valley of my breast and kissed the curve of my breast with adoration.
“Damian?” He moaned in response peacefully and then settled his head over the left side of my chest again. I decided to wrap my arms around him, knowing the warmth of his body was the only thing from preventing me from catching a chill. “Can you pull the blankets over us?”
He nodded his head lightly, and then raised himself upwards to ease himself out of me. It felt weird once his body left me, like a part of me was missing. I was quick to take a hold of his arm as he used his other hand to clean himself up. Once he felt me tug at him, he lifted a corner of the furry blanket and wrapped our two bodies around it. Damian made a weird groan, but it sounded peaceful. He let his entire arm curl around me to pull me in and placed a small peck over my cheek before he nuzzled himself tightly against me. I closed my eyes with drowsiness, since my body was still trying to come down from the high Damian had given me. I would feel sore in the morning, I knew, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
It was my turn to kiss his cheek, making Damian react by turning his head to reach my lips. We took turns kissing each other, snuggling in the warm furry blankets over his bed as our hands ardently stroked over the other’s bare skin. Feeling naughty, I ducked under covers and peppered my lips against his chest. Damian pulled me hard against his body, rolling himself over until l was on top of him. I should have had enough of him by now, but I didn’t.