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I circle my arms around his hips, still underneath his shirt, my breasts brushing his chest, our thighs touching.
“Did you always know we were meant for this?” I ask quietly trying to keep my mind from running away.
He bends his head and lightly rubs his nose against mine. “Fucking?”
“Yes … No.” Hell, he is distracting. “Being together.”
“Yes. Ever since I first saw you.” He keeps my eyes hostage with his. “And you?” I nod, not able to speak as my mouth is suddenly dry. I want him to claim me.
As if he’s reading my mind he pulls away and looks into my eyes.
“Are you sure you are ready for …” I pull his mouth back onto mine. His lips are demanding, firm, and slow, molding mine.
I tuck on his shirt, pulling it from his pants, and start to unbutton it, with shaky dump fingers, while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the skin below my ear. Slowly I peel it off and let it fall to the floor. He sure has an amazing body. A little bruised, blue, and battered at the moment, but still amazing.
I moan out, breathless, with tingles running cross-wire through my body, spreading heat everywhere. His hands move up my thighs, bundling my dress up, and his fingers dig into my ass, making him gasp. Or maybe it was me.
The muscles inside the deepest, hottest part of me compress most scrumptiously.
It is so sweet and sharp I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. I want to remember every little detail about tonight. Keep it close.
I know if I go through with this, he can crush my heart even more if that’s possible – and maybe he will. But at this exact moment, I don’t want to think about anything. I just want to feel. Take what I need – and what I need is Damion Grimm – all of him.
There’s no going back after tonight and I don’t care I’m going to take as much of him as I can for as long as it lasts. If it ends, I probably won’t survive, but at least I’ve experienced epic love for a little bit. Something I can share with those 20 judging cats on lonely evenings.
“Mel, you’re my first blonde,” he murmurs, and both his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is hungry and demanding, his tongue and lips flattering mine.
“Mm,” I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. One hand grips my hair, holding it tight. The other slowly travels down my spine. To my waist, and down to my behind.
His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently, hauling me tightly against his body.
I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the rumbustious flow of hormones that rampage through my body. My hypothalamus suddenly gets it right. I want him so badly.
Haphazardly, I move my hands over the stubble on his chin and into his hair. Holy Moses. It feels so good. I tug gently, and he groans, holding me against his hips.
He expeditiously pushes into me, and I feel his erection. A shiver runs down my spine. Will it hurt much?
Needing to feel it I move my hand down and with trembling fingers, I trace its length through his pants. He hisses and sucks in his breath, making a soft whistling sound.
“Fuck.”
He picks me up and carries me to his room. Releasing me, he slowly unzips my dress and lets it fall into a purple puddle on the ground. I’m naked except for my G-string.
I look into his face. His usual calm seems shattered, and in this moment his soul is bare. His gaze is eating up the sight of me, his face stark and mouth tight. I’m not sure he’s breathing.
“Something wrong?” I ask self-consciously while sucking in my tummy, hoping that I live up to his expectations – if only somewhat. I know I don’t have a bad body – being sporty and all – but it’s very far from perfect. He must have seen hundreds better and sexier than this.
I nibble my lip in anticipation.
“Fucking hell NO!” He leans his forehead against mine. “You’re even more beautiful than in my dreams.” His voice is hoarse – cracking with intensity.
“Oh, Mel,” he breathes. “I want to kiss and taste every fucking beautiful single inch of you.” I flush. Oh, my fiddling cowsticks. I think I want that too.
He suddenly drops to his knees and grabs my hips with both his hands, running his tongue around my navel. Slowly he nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone, leaving a trail of sweet sweet heat as he goes.
“Ah,” I whimper softly.
The sight of him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, is so erotic and hot … and crude. My hands move to grab his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing.
Gazing up at me through impossibly long thick lashes, his eyes a scorching mossy green, his hands skim and move to cup my butt.
Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband of my underwear and he sweeps his nose up the crest between my thighs. My vagina rejoices and soaks itself. I never knew my coochie could be such a slut.
“You smell so fucking good,” he purrs and closes his eyes, a look of pure bliss on his face, and I practically combust into spasms of pleasure.
He picks me up and this beast of a man holds me against the wall, hands under my ass, grasping my eager nipple into his mouth. He takes it between his teeth and gently sucks on it. I swear I’ve never felt pleasure like this. It shoots through my body, past my navel, and straight to my pussy – aching … needing to be touched and my legs curl around his body all by themselves. My fingers dig into his back. I swear I might pass out if he doesn’t touch me right now.
“Damion!” I shout out, begging – although not exactly sure what I’m begging for. All I know is that it feels like my insides are going to explode through my vagina but in a good way.
“I know,” he whispers while circling his tongue around one hard-as-nail nipple. “But I need to do this right.”
He walks with me clinging to him and drops me on his bed. I lick my lips.
“Take off your pants,” my voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it, laced with desire. And where does this sudden boldness come from? “I want to see you.”
He grins wearily.
“I’ll remove my pants,” he says undoing his button, “But my underwear is staying in place.” I frown.
“Are you shy?” He chuckles.
“No, Mel,” he says gruffly, “But I haven’t had sex for a very long time. I need some control because it’s your first time. And keeping my dick in my pants is the only way I won’t fuck this up.” He sounds serious and I watch his suit pants drop to the ground.
“But -” I start staring at the mythical knob that’s his penis, pushing against the black fabric of his briefs, and forget what I wanted to say.
“Mel,” he takes over, “Tonight is about you. I want it to be special. Orgasmic.” His voice is soft, provocative, a delicious sensual promise.
He leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, killing me. I wriggle beneath him, wanting more, I claw the sheet beneath me.