Mavana took a deep breath through her nose as Damien kissed her. She grabbed his shirt to keep herself balanced. She began to relax gradually, eventually melding into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to a nearby couch in the room, where they both sank into it. With a gasp, he broke off the kiss and began kissing her neck, chin, and chest while unbuttoning her shirt.
She assisted him in slipping the shirt off her shoulders. All she had on underneath was a bra, which he deftly unhooked and pushed off her shoulders. Before she could react, he leaned down and gently ran his tongue over one of her nipples.
She gasped and grabbed his silky dark hair as he worked his magic on her, and then he released her nipple and leaned up to kiss her lips again. Her straight skirt had been pushed up, bunching around her waist, and she could feel his dick pressing against her pussy.
“Stay still.” He whispered, then slowly ran his fingers up her thigh to her crotch and back down. His fingers moved up and down until she squirmed impatiently in his grasp.
“I told you to be still, Mavana,” Damien murmured, then pushed her panties aside and his forefinger was suddenly between her legs.
She sucked in a sharp breath and gripped him tighter as his finger expertly slid in and out of her pussy. She was wet to the touch, and soon his finger was slick.
His name slipped from her lips and she closed her eyes shut. Soon his finger strokes became faster and she began to move her hips to match his movements. He seemed to be touching a core within her that almost drove her insane with pleasure.
Two fingers replaced one, and Mavana began to feel pressure build up in her lower belly. Her orgasm came like a pleasurable torrent and she screamed his name, gripping his shirt even harder. Then slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over her.
She sighed as her nipples pressed against him, and his arms tightened around her. She leaned into him, feeling his hot body against hers.
“Fuck me, Alpha Damien.” Mavana groaned.
His eyes darkened with lust. Then he leaned in closer again.
His lips were on hers so fast it was like magic, and he was fiddling with the buttons on her skirt, not having much success. She loved how he wanted her. He wanted her so much that he was almost trembling with desire.
But then she was being pretty obvious herself with her body blush and hard nipples.
She stood from the couch and made a little show of taking off her panties. They were the palest pink, a match to the bra that was somewhere else. When he stood up tall and so erect, she wanted to do everything for this man.
The room wasn’t chilly, but Alpha Damien’s skin was so hot that a shiver shot down his spine. Or maybe that was from looking at Mavana, so beautiful it made him throb. What had been a mad rush to have her, to lose himself inside her, had become something else. Part of him wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her hard.
Instead, he pulled her close again, taking a minute to enjoy that stunning body rubbing against him. She felt better than anything he’d ever touched.
“Oh…” She turned the breathy word into a hum while she ran her hand slowly over his chest.
He sighed before he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a little tug. After he let it go, he lapped at that tempting flesh and found himself drowning in the taste of her.
Then, just when she thought she couldn’t stand another minute, he fell to his knees in front of her.
He kissed the flatness of her tummy, then just below, towards her groin. His hands moved to her thighs, applying gentle pressure so she spread them. Knowing what he was about to do made her quiver with anticipation, but he was not to be rushed.
Alpha Damien continued his slow descent, swirling his tongue on her bare skin, tasting her, nipping her with his teeth.
All she could do was moan and hold on as he reached her lips. Kneeling there before her, she gasped as his wicked tongue entered her, taking long, slow licks, his moan merging with hers.
He didn’t waste time. Instead, he found her clit and mimicked his trick with his teeth, taking the tiny bud with infinite care, then flicking, flicking,
giving her goosebumps, making her tremble, coaxing loud gasps from her as he went on and on. He was unrelenting until, in less time than she thought possible, she cried out with an orgasm that shook her to her toes.
So violent were her spasms that he lost his grip, and when she finally opened her eyes, still gulping great drafts of air, she found him staring up at her, watching as if it was the most fascinating and wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
“Come again,” he whispered. “Let me watch you. Come.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Her body continued to shake, and she realized with a guilty start that she still had his hair in her fists. She let go,
but before she could apologize, Alpha Damien was on his feet. The next second, he ran his hands down her sides until he cupped the back of her thighs, then she was up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his back, her arms hanging on to his neck.
He kissed her as he walked her backward to the couch. Together they collapsed on it.
Then she felt the hard pressure of his penis as he searched for her opening. When he found it, he thrust in so hard, that her head hit the arm of the couch, but she didn’t even feel it. She was too busy gasping at the incredible sensation of fullness, of perfection.
Then, bracing them both, he started his assault, slowly at first, building in speed and pressure. The way he thrust into her while rubbing her clit at the same time, was sending her into another wave of pleasure.
His gaze never wavered, his eyes never closed, and she struggled to keep from closing her own. They stared into each other’s souls as he pushed into her over and over, faster and faster, until finally, he cracked, and every muscle in his body, in his face, tightened to a fever pitch, and then he cried out, a long, low guttural cry of release.