He holds it.
He nibbles his way to my ear and back, taking his time. When his mouth closes over mine again, he thrusts in once more. My body is starting to accommodate him.
“Damion,” I say, stunned by the emotion that swamps me.
“I know.” Bending low, he kisses me slowly, until I move restlessly against him, wanting to feel him move in and out of me, as if needing that more than anything. Strange. But this is rather addictive I must say.
But suddenly this impulsive man is the master of patience. Lots of it. When I arch up for more, he merely holds still. He gently nibbles my lip as I try harder, almost begging him to take me.
“Again … please,” I plea pressing my lips against his. It’s rather pathetic. He grunts and moves. This time he doesn’t stop. He moves slowly, gently easing himself in and out.
The pain is long gone, replaced by pleasure pulses, coiling, slowly building up. My hips move to meet his, needing more.
“Mel, you’re fucking killing me,” he whines. “You okay?” He sounds worried, but I’m lost and answer him with a soft pleasurable moan. He growls and drives his cock deep into my body, and speeds up, groaning against my neck. His teeth pull on the skin and he sucks. The slight pain unravels me. Something builds deep inside while he pounds on – mercilessly – following a dogged rhythm.
“Fucking hell!” he yells, and grabs my hands, moving them above our heads, he intertwines our fingers.
This motion shifts the position of his poking cock and it sends me violently towards the edge. A luster of sweat coats my flushed rosy skin as he fills me deep, and I start to stiffen and shake.
“Oooooh,” I cry out as tiny pieces of fireworks explode inside my core, moving through my body, and driving me over that edge. I feel myself pulling him in as I splinter into a breathtaking, eye-flipping, climax.
Damion whispers my name as his cock pulse inside me. He lifts his head, groaning hard as he empties himself in one hard thrust, his eyes dark and wild – like a rogue animal.
He leans forward with his forehead against mine, breathing hard, eyes closed.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers between ragged breaths. I’m still panting myself, trying to slow my breathing and my heartbeat to normal.
“I didn’t know it would feel … like this … didn’t know sex could feel so good …” I stutter, my thoughts still scattered all over the place after my body blew up.
“Me neither.” He slowly opens his eyes. They’re still dark and intense.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I lost control.” He brushes my hair back, fingers stroking my cheek softly.
“I’m more than okay. That was epic.” I never knew sex could be so gratifying – so undescribably pleasurable.
“It was -” his voice breaks and he swallows away the words he wanted to say. His lips land on mine, a soft meaningful peck, before he moves over, slowly pulling out.
He reaches out, grabs the throw at the foot of the bed, and covers us up. I snuggle in closer, so relaxed and unwinded as I’ve never been, and it feels to me that in this man’s arms is exactly where I’m supposed to be, forever. I close my eyes, feeling tired but happy.
And if I want to or not, I have to admit to myself that I’ll never love anybody like I love this badboy.
I love you, I think in my mind before drifting off to sleep.
Date = 22 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV Damion
WARNING sex scene!!!
“I love you.”
It was just a whisper, but it was clear enough.
I don’t think she meant to say it out loud, but it snookers me and stops my heart.
The usual fear of being unworthy leaps into my heart and grows until it feels as if it’s going to burst and destroy me. But this time there’s no backing out – Johnny walked through the tunnel.
And what a walk it was.
I have never been so aroused. I could barely contain myself. I’ve never felt this much desire … this hunger. And I had no control. None, whatsoever.
She moans in her sleep and I pull her closer, tracing the contours of her arm with my finger. She’s so fucking perfect. My body stirs as I watch her.
I can wake her. Have my way with her again. I wiggle my nose into her hair, smelling the vanilla flowery cocktail that’s her, and sigh. I’m so fucked.
I switch on the TV and scroll through the channels until I land on Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Trying to get some sleep after what just happened will be futile. The room is filled with everything Mel – her scent, her soft breathing, and the memory of our first lovemaking. The visions in my head of her responsive body and the way she cried out my name are stuck in my mind forever. And then there’s the semi-boner I have going on.
Nope, no sleep for me.
After years of wanting Mel, dreaming about her, it happened, it really fucking happened and it’s way better than I ever could imagine. Way, way better. It was simply unreal. I kissed Mel, touched her, tasted her, and made love to her. It’s a new feeling, new and shiny.
Although it was the best sex I’ve ever had – fucking mind-blowing – it’s much more than that … much deeper than that. This was not just sex … we made love.
I’m not sure what makes it different – the fact that for the first time, I cared about a girl’s needs more than my own, or maybe because I was not in control. But I’m sure it was because it was Mel. What I do know is that there is a fucking huge humongous gigantic distinction between making love and just sex.
Hell, no woman has ever made me feel so much or made me cum so hard. I literally exploded into that warm vagina. Blew out like a volcano. It was the best feeling EVER.
From the exact moment my cock entered her tight little wet pussy, everything changed. She ruined me for other women, all I want from now on is her. I will never get enough of her.
Funny how I’ve always thought that maybe if I fucked her, the spell she has over me would disperse. I smirk at how wrong I was … stupid even. No, instead of lessening, it got worse. I know now for sure that I’ll never be able to forget about Mel. What I feel for her can’t be described in words and that terrifies me.
If she decides to leave me now, I will not be able to crawl back out from the darkness. My demons will destroy me.
So, I need her to stay. I want her to stay. I want her to trust me. To love me. To belong to me. To be mine.