“I can’t wait to taste you.” He trails kisses up my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. He’s heading north, deliberately slow, kissing me across my ribs.
My skin is flushed and burning all over. His mouth trails up to my neck, until he sucks in the lobe of my ear, nibbling and sucking.
“Shit,” I sob, “Please.” My fingers clasp the sheet tighter. His hands move from my hip, to my waist, and up to my breast. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently cups my breast.
“You fit me perfectly,” he murmurs and flicks his thumb over my nipple, rolling it. My breasts swell under his gaze and my nipples puffer up.
“Fucking perfect,” he hums and his fingers move to my other breast and repeat the sweet torture.
I mewl as the luscious sensation tingles all the way to my groin. I’m so frickin wet. And horny.
His lips close around my nipple and he sucks it into his warm mouth, biting down with his teeth, he tugs, elongating it and I spin out of control. Every nerve ending in my body sparks alight, singing Kumbaya with heavenly bliss, as I shout his name, and flood the tiny piece of lace down under.
“Let’s make you cum, angel,” he whispers, continuing his slow, sensual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brutality of his lips, while his hand moves inch by inch down my side.
He’s relentless.
“Oh … please,” I beg again, grabbing his shoulders.
His hand cups me, down there. Hell. I think I’m going to explode. A finger slips underneath the fine lace and slowly circles my clit – very intimately.
“Holy shit.” He closes his eyes as his breath hitches. “You’re so wet.”
He thrusts his finger inside me. I jerk from the unfamiliar abruptness, with a little squeal. But fucking hell, it feels so good I cry out as he does it again and again, simultaneously rubbing my juices over my swollen clit.
“Cum for me, baby.” His teeth close round my nipple and I’m done.
I pull my head back, my fingers dig into his skin as I thrust. I stop breathing as my legs go stiff. I fall apart. My body convulses and shatters into a thousand pieces.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries. His finger still violating me as my body flushes through the last few fits.
He lifts his head, a pretentious grin on his face, while I’m sure mine is right out filled with satisfied bliss. I understand now why Kiara fusses about it so much. That was eye-poppingly spectacular.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he says between my breasts, moving his mouth over a nipple. He sits up and pulls my underwear off, throwing it onto the floor. He puts his knees between my legs, spreading them open. He pales and swallows hard, staring at my vagina as if he wants to devour it. And the sudden slut in me really wants him to.
“I need to taste you,” he says as if reading my mind. He shoves my legs up, bending my knees, and descents. His tongue slips between my wet folds, and without warning, it horsewhips my over-sensitive rosebud and my mouth falls open, but no sound escapes my lips. He takes his time, licks, and sucks until I quiver beneath him, my breathing still ragged as I come down from that orgasm. But he shows no mercy.
He spreads me more and his tongue drives into me, licking my juices, curling it one moment then driving deep the next. I feel as if I am coming apart. I buck my hips up so his face buries deeper and then a small nib as his teeth bite around my clit, leaving me screaming out loud. My hands fist the bedding and I swear I’m going to disintegrate from pleasure.
I start to shake uncontrollably and then he drives his fingers deep inside my channel and I can feel myself cumming, pulling his fingers in deeper.
Satisfaction rocks my body sending unending waves of pleasure through me that just wouldn’t stop. I make sounds I never even knew existed, feeling something coil inside me, and then another wave of pleasure cascades me over the edge of oblivion, and I scream out his name without even realizing it.
But Damion doesn’t stop. He keeps on slowly fucking me with his fingers while sucking and pulling my little core. I groan and grunt, breathing heavily, but he still doesn’t stop, just continues on his path of erotic heavenly destruction, pulling my orgasm out until I think my heart is going to give in any minute now.
“Fuck me,” he whispers and his breath blows over my throbbing clit and the cattle-prodder effect is back, shocking me with so much pleasure I scream out his name again, my hands clasping his head, pulling his hair.
Damion is implacable; sucking and licking; playing and teasing; until I’m scarcely able to hold myself in and another heart-stopping orgasm rolls through me slowly, and then it explodes with fury, flooding every part of me. My legs go stiff, my toes curl and I’m sure my eyes are rolling back in my head.
“Holy shit! Holy shit!” I scream, cumming so hard I can feel myself flooding over his fingers and I’m sure my brain just got fried. Suddenly he moves up and covers my mouth with his and I taste myself on his lips. Wanting more I suck his tongue eagerly into my mouth. He’s still thrashing his fingers slowly into me, but it’s not enough, I want more.
“I need you … I need more.”
“Are you sure?” He pulls out his fingers and I’m struggling to breathe, my chest moving up and down.
“Yes,” I pant. Pulling off his CK briefs, his very big erection springs free.
I stare at that monster, thick and wide and hard as a rock. Holy cow… will it … fit? Damion tilts his head to the side, eyes looking worried.
“Mel, are you sure about …” but before he can finish I interrupt him.
“I will lie to you if I say I’m not scared.” He frowns. “But no woman ever died from losing her virginity.” His scowl deepens as if he’s thinking over what I said.
I pull him forward and trace over his swollen dick. He swears softly and moves between my legs, the tip of his shaft wipes over my clit and I wail again with pleasure and anticipation.
“Mel, I don’t want to screw things up … I can wait…” I interrupt him again but with a kiss this time.
“You talk too much,” I mumble while he leaves an electric trail of pecks along my neck. He pulls himself away from me a little and his eyes catch mine. They are dark green and they’re filled with emotions I’ve never seen before.
“Mel, this is the point of no return for me … I won’t be able to stop.”
“Fuck me now, Grimm,” I whisper.
He lines his dick up with the entrance of my sex and cradles me with his arms on each side of my shoulders. “Ready?” I don’t know. I nod.
Then with a “Fuck” and a groan, he slams his throbbing cock into my wet pussy.
“Ah!” My body curls backward as a quick pain rips deep inside. My lost virginity.
He goes perfectly still, hovering over me, staring at my face. His eyes a bright mixture of worry, guilt, and ecstatic triumph.
“Are you okay?” He’s breathing harshly. “You’re so fucking tight,” he moans as if he just broke me. I grab his arms and circle my legs around him.
“I’m good,” I get out. “It feels full.” His expression is one of sheer unadulterated pleasure and need. For me. It makes me tingle. I want this.
He stays still, giving me time to adjust to the alien, immense feeling of him inside me.
Then he lowers onto his elbows, holding me down with his weight, he kisses me softly. And as he braids his tongue around mine, he guides back slowly and drives in again, catching my scream in his mouth.