As their bodies were close, Miranda felt powerless to do anything other than adore this man and share her love with him in whatever manner she could. She couldn’t be content with fantasizing about how it would be in his arms any longer. She had no choice but to find out for herself. There was this flammable energy, sexual awareness, and plain want pouring between them, something so volatile, so explosive that she could feel it even now. She raised her chin to look up at him, her gaze still fixed on his black eyes. She could hear his deep breathing and wondered if he could hear hers as well. She didn’t want to think about the range of emotions he could elicit in her.
“I want you to make love to me. Show me how much you want me” she said in a whispered tone.
“I want you with a desperation that is almost killing me.” he said his eyes darken even more and she watched his sensuous lips move when he spoke.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he dipped down and captured her lips in one sensual onslaught that rattled every sense Miranda possessed. Somehow he locked her mouth tightly to his while his tongue did all kinds of erotic things.
Desire was rushing rampant all through her and she knew in her heart that she would have this for as long as it lasted. She would have him.
And then she felt herself being swept into his arms without him breaking the kiss. He finally released her mouth when he carried her back toward his bed. Miranda knew that, once their bodies touched the bed, this was going to get so hot.
Damian lowered her onto his bed and stared down at her. The
look he saw in her eyes made him know she wanted him as much as he wanted her and that knowledge, that clarity, sent his pulse escalating. He had to kiss her again, something he would never get tired of.
He lowered his mouth to hers, pleased when she lifted hers up to meet his.
l He captured her lips at the same time his hands wrapped around her waist, bringing her body closer to him, making her feel him, showing her just what she was doing
to him, how she was making him feel and how much he desired her.
The moment his tongue entered her mouth and he deepened the kiss, she felt the shiver that touched her body, heard the moan that rumbled in his throat and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He definitely wasn’t a novice when it came to kissing women, he had that something about him, his taste that had her wanting to come back time and time again.
Her nipples hardened, pressing against his T-shirt, making his heart pound more furiously in his chest. She has a mission, to rob him of his control, drive his desire to a level it had never reached before and sending all kinds of sensations ripping through him.
Unable to take any more, he pulled his mouth free when she pressed her curvaceous body more intimately against him, setting off a groan that came from deep within his throat. Yes. She could feel she was getting to him.
He quickly made away with her clothes, he couldn’t wait a
moment longer. First, he took off her top and then, after removing her shoes, he took off her panties. In between the removal of each piece, he would stop and kiss her deeply. When she stood before him wearing only a bra and panties, he straightened and let his eyes rake over her from top to bottom. The sight of her nakedness nearly made him lose it, but he wasnted to remain in control. He wanted to make this moment as special for her as it was for him.
“I’ll undress you later. Now I want you to undress me,” he whispered in her ear.
He pulled back and stared into her face. The expression he saw there was totally priceless. He she was excited just as much as he was. For some reason, that knowledge sent heat escalating through every part of him.
She looked into his eyes and he could see a nervous glitter in the. “How should I do it?” she whispered back.
He smiled. “Do it your way. Any way you like.”
For a moment, she seemed to consider what he said, then she reached out and gently pulled his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. She lifted the shirt over his head and threw it atop her clothes on the floor. And then her trembling fingers undid the snap at his waist and slowly eased down his zipper. He badly wanted to encourage her to hurry, her touch was killing him. To survive the torture, he summoned more strength and willpower.
After she was done removing his clothes, he sat beside her and cradled her close lifting her face so their eyes could meet. The position making her face to rest directly on his chest , he glanced down when he felt the tip of her fingers tracing a line down his chest. She smiled at him. “You have a beautiful chest.”
His breath caught when she leaned forward and placed a kiss on it, just beneath his heart. At that moment, something touched him, deep. The woman in his arms, whom he desired with a passion, totally fascinated him in every way.
He leaned down and shifted her body in his arms so he could kiss her again.
“I need to make love to you, Miranda. I can’t hold out any longer,” he said in a tormented voice, reaching out and undoing her bra. He slid the thin straps off her shoulders, down her arms, tossing it on the pile to join their other pieces of clothing. His breath caught when he gazed at her bare breasts. They were just the right size, the perfect shape and the dark nipples were erect and so hard he wanted them in his mouth.
He couldn’t resist reaching out and touching them, hearing her sharp intake of breath when his fingertips caressed them gently. Lowering his head, he took one between his lips. Her taste filled him with pure enjoyment he shifted his attention to her other breast and she was moaning out his name.
He pulled back, getting his own breathing under control, and then he got on his knees to pull her panties down her legs. Admiring her gorgeous legs. Her hips were curvy, her thighs firm, her stomach flat. She was indeed so beautiful. As he eased her panties down her legs and off, his breath caught when he gazed at the area it had hidden. Her pretty pink vagina.
He wanted to lean forward and taste her, but he didn’t want to shock her. He leaned back on his haunches and his gaze raked over her naked body. He honestly didn’t know where he wanted to start from. Every part of her was inviting. Thrilled by what he saw, he felt his own body harden.
He was still in his boxers, and he placed her hands on his briefs, motioning that she takes it off. She got on her knees on the bed and began pulling them down his legs. Her breath caught when his cock was exposed, hard, erect and fully aroused.
Damian drew in a deep breath when, in a surprising move, she reached out and took his cock into her hands, letting her fingers caress its firmness. “Miranda, ” he said through clenched teeth. Reaching out, he pulled her up off her knees and held her close to him, letting her feel the heat of him.
He then flipped her on her back on the bed, right in the center, and she gazed at him intently, her eyes glued to the mass of dark curls surrounding his beautiful, so beautiful cock.
He eased more onto the bed to join her there. He kissed her, more desperately than he had the other times, and he could feel her responding, actually melting in his arms. Her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, making him crave her that much more.
The tempo of his kiss changed and his mouth and hands began traveling all over her body. She shuddered uncontrollably beneath his lips and fingertips, so much so that, by the time he slipped his hands between her legs, she was already so wet and she released a deep, startling moan.
“Damian!”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Please.”
He met her gaze and saw the deep desire in them. He eased his body over hers, loving the feel of her naked flesh against his. He held on to her gaze as he braced his elbows on each side of her, as he placed himself between her thighs. He looked into her eyes, he wanted her to watch him give her pleasure.
He leaned the lower part of his body down and his erection immediately touched her core. Again she moaned.
He smiled at her. “You like that?”
Instead of speaking, she nodded.
“Hold on, there’s more of me to give. I’m going to make you feel so good Miranda.”
He eased his cock more into her.
He leaned down to kiss her to assure he was with her, that he loved her. He found out there was no way he could explain the magnitude of the emotions he felt being inside of her. But he was only halfway.
“You’re so tight Miranda.”
He eased into her deeper, feeling her deeply. He was embedded within her to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him.
“I love you Damian”
“I love you so much more Miranda”
Holding her gaze, he began moving, in and out, setting a pace that had her moaning. Her body became wrapped up in pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. All the while, their gazes were locked and then her body seemed to
explode in tiny pieces. She screamed out his name and her body shuddered
uncontrollably.
“Damian!”
And then she heard him call out her name, another erotic spasm tore through her as his body thrust continuously into hers and her hips automatically raised to receive him. The rhythm he established showed once again how he wanted her. Each stroke into her body was precise and unerringly perfect. He finally broke eye contact with her when he threw his head back and called out her name again. The sound seemed to echo off the walls.
Once their breathing was under control, he kissed her again. Miranda knew this was what they would share for as long as they were together. She loved him and he loved her. And for her that will always be enough to get her through.