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I can breathe. I can still breathe, I remind myself. I work to calm my nerves.
He tightens his fingers a little more, and suddenly I feel a gush of warmth between my thighs. My pussy begins to slowly pulse. Damien looks down between us. My arousal coats the front of his pants like a fucking badge of honor. His lips quirk up into the boyish grin I’m familiar with, and the fear turns into something else.
“Play with me, Click?” He asks, and I’m not sure what he’s asking of me, but I want more.
“My name is Gia,” I whisper, barely about to get words out with his hand still firmly gripped around my neck.
His eyes darken.
“Okay. Play with me, Gia. Do you trust me?” His hand tightens again, and I know I won’t be able to speak.
I feel my orgasm teetering on the edge of total obliteration.
I trust him.
I nod my head once, and he releases me. Spinning us, and tossing me to the bed. I take a deep breath and swallow before grabbing my dress where it’s bunched up around my waistline and pulling it off over my head. I toss it to the floor, followed by my matching black bra, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of him.
Damien unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls it from the loops. His eyes watch me hungrily. This might be the first time in the history of ever that I’ve thought a piece of leather was sexy. His dress slacks are marked by me. I did that.
I scoot back on the still-made bed as he continues to peel off his clothes, layer by layer.
I lean back on the pillows and open my legs up for him to see exactly what he’s doing to me. Having a baby changes a woman. I’m not the same young girl he slept with that night years ago.
My body is entirely different, and I wear every scar and stretch mark like a fucking badge of honor. This is the body of a woman that’s created life. It’s something I’m proud of, and I try to channel that confidence as I slide my hand between my thighs and begin to stroke my aching clit.
I don’t want to come yet; I’m not ready for this to be over. I want to draw this out as long as I possibly can. And I definitely want to explore his hands around my neck again, because that level of intensity is not what I expected from the golden boy of hockey, Damien Henderson.
He’s a good guy. A good man. And good guys don’t choke their wives into orgasm. Right? Because fuck if that’s the fantasy I never knew I needed to play out.
“Good girl, touch yourself, Gia. Show me what feels good to that pussy.” Damien’s dirty words shock me.
I’ve never seen this side of him. I don’t hate it. His words heighten the sensations that are currently taking over my body. He licks his lips as he steps out of his boxer briefs one foot at a time.
His cock is hard. It stands rigid between us the moment it’s released. My throat is sore as I swallow. I can still remember the feeling of him inside of me, but we didn’t take our time. I never got to truly see him, and this is well… it’s impressive.
I use two fingers to spread the lips of my slit and my other hand to continue touching my clit.
Damien stands at the edge of the bed, taking his cock in his hand. He strokes himself from base to tip, all the while never taking his eyes off of me. Pre-cum drips from the tip and he catches it with his finger. At first, I think he’s going to use it as a lubricant, but instead, he lifts it to his lips, and opening his mouth he sucks it off his fingers.
I moan. Fucking hell, I’ve never seen anything so erotic. I’m fascinated by the movement of his hand as he pleasures himself.
“You said, you see me when you get yourself off. Tell me, is this how you imagine me, Gia? Is this what you see? I want you to tell me your fantasies. I want to make them come to life for you.” Damien fucks his hand in front of me, and I try not to focus on his words. I try hard, because fuck if I’m not going to come without him touching me, and then this will all be over. I can’t let that happen. I slow my strokes and allow my own warmth to drip onto the comforter between my legs.
“I thought you were going to fuck me. You said you were going to fuck me, and I swear to God if you don’t put your dick inside of me Damien, I’m going to come anyway. I’m so close.” I beg him. I use words that I’ve never thought to use in a million years, but I need him to understand how desperate I am for this - for him.
“Baby, I promise I’m going to fuck you, but first I want to watch you come. I want you to show me how you come when you think of me. I want you to tell me your fantasies as you slide your fingers into your pussy and explode around them. I want to watch it all, and then, you’ll come on my mouth. I’ll drink every last drop. And only then will I fuck you. We’re not even close to done. So, tell me, what do you want, Gia?”
A fresh wave of lust hits me. I remove my hand, afraid that if I touch myself again, it will be game over. I’ve never come more than once. Not ever. That’s the stuff of fairytales, not real life. We left the fairytales on the other side of the hotel room door. They don’t exist here.
“I can’t, I can’t do that.” I shake my head back and forth in complete denial of what he’s suggesting.
“You can, and you will. Come for me, Gia. Now.” The demand in his voice as he says my name rocks me to my core.
I close my eyes and toss my head back, placing my fingers back on my clit. I press down, knowing that with just the right amount of pressure… “Fuck! Damien!” I scream out his name. I move my fingers from my clit to where my orgasm pulses violently. My body shudders on the bed, and I temporarily lose all of my senses as every nerve inside of me is laser-focused in one single place.
Shit. I gasp for air. I collapse back, content to bask in my euphoria, but Damien’s not having that.
My eyes fly open when his tongue swipes my sensitive clit. One lick. Then two.
