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I release her mouth just as her hips thrust hard into my erection. “You’re killing me, beautiful.” I tug her ear with my lips, my self-control on the verge of collapsing. “I’m two seconds away from tearing off your clothes with my teeth and filling you with my cock. I want to watch that pretty mouth say my name as you come.”
Her nails scrape against my back, “Yessss, please.”Soon baby,but not tonight.
Her heart pounds under my lips as I trail kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
I pull her tank top down, exposing a white lacy bra. “I like this.” My mouth lands on her breasts, kissing them over the thin material.
“Just take it off, Damian, please.”
Lifting my eyes up, I shake my head, “Not yet, baby.” I don’t know what our future holds so today I go slow, needing to stretch out every moment.
She groans as my thumbs brush over her nipples. I cup the undersides of her breasts, taking a hard tip into my mouth, biting just enough to make her feel it, just enough to make her cry out in pleasure. Needing more, I unclip the front of the bra and let her breasts spring free.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” I take a pebbled nipple into my mouth, clasping it between my teeth before moving on to the other. She writhes underneath me as I suck each one, rubbing my tongue against them. She grips the back of my head as I lower down her body, my hot breath telegraphing my every move, until I reach her hips.
“Lift up.” And she does. I pull down her jeans and panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Gripping her knees, I spread her apart and she opens up willingly. She’s dripping and it’s about to be all mine. “Tell me what you want, baby. Give me the words.”
She rolls her hips as I kiss up the inside of her thigh. “I want to come…all over your mouth.”Fuck. I hook my arms under her thighs and brush my lips across her pussy. I want to take it slow, want to make her wait for the pleasure I’m about to give, but as she cries out for my mouth again, I give my woman what she needs.
I fuck her with my tongue over and over as my thumb brushes her clit. She grips the bedspread, screaming out for more. So, I do it again, and again, until her cries get closer together. Her fingers interlace with her hair just as her eyes flutter shut.
“Look at me. I want your eyes.” She opens up for me, and the hungry haze within them tangles with my own dark need. Not breaking the connection, I continue to torture her, devouring the taste of her while she twists in agony trying hard not to look away.
I want her so damn much, but I know fucking her now isn’t a good idea. Once I’m inside her, things will never be the same. She’ll feel more mine than she does already, and I’d tie her to my bed before I’d let him touch her again.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. I need to savor every little drop, so I’m not ready to let you come, not yet.” I swirl my tongue around her clit and she swears under her breath. “I’m way too busy enjoying myself.”
I pin her wrists to the bed and thrust my tongue inside her again, plunging in and out hard and fast, until she’s close, then I slow it down. I keep her on the brink until she’s dripping down her ass.
“Damian, yes, yes...don’t stop!” She clenches her hands, her feet digging into my back as I swipe my tongue up her engorged clit. And as she’s about to come, I let go of her hands and fuck her with my fingers, hitting her G-spot just right.
“Oh my God, yessss!” Her pussy quakes around me, and her hips thrust up like she’s possessed. Once the tremors stop, I remove my fingers and suck them dry. She watches me, her breasts rising and falling, tongue licking her lips.
“You want to see how good you taste?” She nods. I lick my way up her body. And when I reach her lips, I kiss slow, making love to her mouth as my desire for her fuses with the taste of her own. Our lips finally untangle, and I lay next to her still painfully hard but utterly fulfilled.
“Damian...wha…um…what about you?” Then she sighs like speaking is just too difficult. That sound is worth all the blue balls. I should be used to it by now though because this woman gives me plenty of them.
“I love the sound of you speechless.” I kiss her temple. “Don’t worry about me. That was all about you, baby.” If she puts that mouth anywhere near my cock. It’s game over. She’s getting fucked.
“Mmm, okay,” she says, a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes fluttering from exhaustion.
“Go to sleep, beautiful. I’ll be right here.” She cuddles against my side, her head on my heart and my arm around her. Right now, all I want to do is hold her like there’s nowhere else she belongs but right here.
Chapter 17
Lilah
I’m getting ready to go on a date with the man I can’t stand while thinking about the one I actually want. The two weeks following the passionate night Damian and I shared have flown by.
Ash claims he’s still in therapy, but whenever I ask to go with him, he says the therapist prefers he comes to his sessions alone so he can share his feelings openly. I doubt my going one time would impede his recovery. Not that I want to go but I’d like to know whether he’s being honest about attending. There’s still a tiny spark of hope in me that wants to believe him, but it’s hard to.
As soon as I had the doctor’s name, I looked him up. Last week, I considered sitting at a coffee shop across the street from the office just to see if he’d show up for his appointment, but then at the last minute I chickened out. I was too worried of the repercussions of getting caught. He’d never tolerate my checking up on him. He’d hurt me…or worse.
Ash and I have seen each other a few times since he began his quest for change. My body recoils every time he touches me but it’s so much worse when he’s inside me. I feel like I’m cheating—on Damian —and my gut heaves each time.
I want this month to be over so badly. How do I survive another second of this charade? I’m teetering on such a thin line and I just want to fall. Fall into the unknown where he doesn’t exist because I know Damian will be there to catch me. He’s always there.
I’m falling in love with him. Head over heels. The whole shebang. Every cliché I’ve ever read about, I feel it. He’s the music that keeps me dancing. Every part of me is his for the taking. But I can’t tell him. Not yet. When I’m free from Ash, I’ll show him how much he means to me, both with words and with my body. Right now, I have to play the devil’s game.
