Once her bikini bottom was down to her knees, mercifully he pulled it the rest of the way off with a yank, leaving her trembling with eagerness. With another fast move, he startled her as he pulled both her legs, sliding her almost to the edge of the sofa. Surprising her again, he didn’t just spread her legs as she’d anticipated; he pulled one leg over each of his shoulders, her ass completely in the air, and his face right there. His hands caressed her behind as he leaned in, and his lips kissed her softly, making her lift her behind even higher, shamelessly, needing more of his mouth on her.
Taking that cue, he sank his tongue into her, his hands squeezing her ass and lifting her even higher; then he ran them up and down the sides of her quivering thighs.
“Oh, my Gawd!” Bethany’s eyes watered from the pleasure. She had never known a body could react to pleasure like this.
As he continued to fuck her with his tongue, he slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, past her waist, until they reached her breasts, and he squeezed gently.
She squeezed her hands over his, showing him how hard she wanted him to squeeze them, and he did. Seeing her arch her back in reaction and gasp in ecstasy, he lifted his hands away from her breasts and laced them with her hands instead, just as he began to suck, making her moan and squeeze his hands in reaction. Each time he swirled his tongue and sucked, making her feel like she was that close to bursting, he’d pull back, unlatching those perfect lips from her throbbing, aching need.
As slowly as he’d done everything else, and as much as she could tell he was trying to take his time, she now sensed the urgency had picked up for him as well. Latching on again to that perfect spot, he sucked more intensely now, his tongue moving in a perfect rhythm as the quivering buildup to her climax increased.
Unable to keep from swaying her ass along with the movement of his tongue, she began to moan louder and louder as everything she’d been thinking of all week, all day, finally peaked, and now she cried out his name, squeezing his hands as current after current of pleasure shot through her body.
Even though he was sucking her more softly now, she still couldn’t stand another second, and she squirmed, trying to turn to the side. He finally pulled away, letting her bring her thighs off his shoulders, and she sat up and hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her body still feeling the sensations pulsating through her. Then he kissed her, his lips very warm and wet, that now-familiar taste of herself in her mouth again. Never in a million years had she thought that would turn her on so much. But at the same time, she got the distinct feeling it wasn’t so much what he did to her or the eroticism of it all, but, like everything else she’d experienced since she met Damian, it was what she was feeling because of him. Indescribable was all she could think. From the very beginning. She felt as excited about being a dirty girl for him now as she had when she’d watched him sweetly kiss her knuckles one by one.
Getting up on her knees quickly, she sucked his lips, his tongue, and all around his mouth, wanting to lick every bit of it off him. He groaned, squeezing her ass with both hands, molding and spreading as he continued to kiss her frantically. It amazed her that even though her body had felt spent just a moment ago, kissing him like this got her going again that quickly. They were both on their knees now as they kissed wildly, his hand running up and down one side of her naked body. His other hand worked on pulling his wallet out of his trunks’ side pocket. Right then she realized he wasn’t naked yet, and she wasn’t having that.
Her hands were instantly on the rope tied at the front of his trunks, and she began easily undoing the knot. Her heartbeat nearly doubled at the sight of his huge erection. The thin material of his shorts did nothing to hide what nearly burst out. She’d felt it and rubbed it all day in the pool, but seeing the bulge now made her nearly gasp.
Seeing him toss his wallet on the floor and rip open the condom packet, she knew what he’d been digging so desperately in his pocket for. “You sure about this?” he asked, bringing his hand behind her neck.
“Yes!” was her quick and only response as she began sucking his lips again.
He squeezed her ass hard, groaning in her mouth. “You have the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen,” he said against her lips. “And, damn, I can’t wait to flip you over and take you from behind, but this first time I wanna look in your eyes when it happens.”
Bethany was convinced now. It was Damian that made all the difference. She and her horny teenage boyfriend had tried just about every position, but never once had she felt what she did just hearing Damian say what he wanted to do to her. “I can’t wait for you to take me every way you want to.”
With another loud groan, Damian pulled her down with him and then rolled on top of her, spreading her legs. “Ready to be mine in every way?” he asked as he rolled on the condom faster and easier than she’d ever seen it done.
She nodded eagerly, feeling even more excited now, and a bit nervous at the same time. Since her only experience had been with her equally inexperienced, first and only boyfriend ever, they’d fumbled through all of it. Damian was by far superior to her only other experience in every way. Though she suspected he was superior to most, not just her fumbling first boyfriend. But one other thing had her heart beating nearly through her chest. Damian was also much bigger than her teenage boyfriend.
Slipping a finger in her, he smiled. “Yeah, you’re ready.” He glanced up at her with an evil grin, rubbing himself against her wet, eager opening. “You want this?”
“Yes, please,” she said with an urgency she’d never felt before.
He squeezed his eyes shut with a groan. “Please what, baby?”
Their eyes locked for a moment. She should be mad he was doing this, but as usual she felt more aroused than she ever had in her life. “Please fuck me,” she whispered.
“What was that?” he asked, rubbing her right on the perfect spot with his erection, and as good as that felt she wanted him—needed him in her now. “Fuck me, Damian, please!” she begged.
Groaning even louder, he lowered his body onto her, and she felt him begin to enter her as his lips reached hers. He kissed her softly as he pushed in farther. Feeling the stretch and even slight burn as he went even deeper, he suddenly stopped and pulled away from her lips. “This isn’t your first time, is it?”
“No.” She shook her head, spreading a little more for him. “But it’s been a while,” she gulped. “Like since high school. Don’t stop . . .” And since he obviously liked hearing her beg, she added, “please.”
His eyes went a little wide, then he kissed her again and slid farther in, but more slowly now. She could feel he’d gone a little tense, so she ran her hands over his big arms and shoulders, reassuring him he wasn’t hurting her, especially since he’d gone past the burning part, and having him inside her nearly all the way felt amazing.
She lifted her hips, wanting him even deeper, and he complied, burying himself deep inside her. “God, that feels so good,” she gasped as he began to speed up.
Lifting her hips, needing him to speed up even more, she panted loudly, mouth wide open, then bit his big hard shoulder in an effort not to scream out, it felt that good.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he said, lowering his face to her ear. “You feel so damn good, I can hardly stand it.”
He sounded a bit panicked. “Do it, Damian,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I wanna feel you come inside me.”
“Stop,” he urged, but slammed in and out faster and harder now.
“Do it!” she cried out, unbelievably feeling that she, too, was close to exploding again with every stroke. “Make me yours in every way, baby. Please!”
“Damn it, Bethany,” he grunted pumping into her a few more hard times until he lifted himself up away from her face with a harsh groan, drove in one last time deep into her, and held it there as he collapsed on her, his heart beating wildly against hers.
Make me yours . . . gulping back the slightest linge
ring of guilt, because she shouldn’t feel guilty. Not the least bit. She wrapped her arms around his hard back, stroking his beautiful muscles. Her muscles. Her man now, because she’d just given herself to him in every way, and she had every right to enjoy this bliss.
Chapter 17
One pesky ray of bright sunlight directly in Damian’s face was enough to force him to finally open his eyes. He’d been fighting it for a while, not wanting to move and possibly ruin the most perfect sleeping position he’d ever been in—sideways next to his beautifully naked girlfriend. Able to caress her warm body slowly from her bare back to her delicately soft yet very firm ass as she lay there on her stomach, her hair so close to his face every breath he inhaled was all her. That fragrance of her shampoo mixed with the lingering of her sunscreen and all the femininity that was the soft sweet scent of Bethany.
With one eye open now, squinting because of the sun, he scanned her body from top to bottom, bringing his hand over her naked behind. She looked peaceful and content; the expression she wore was a very satisfied, soft smile. He’d almost felt bad touching her because he might wake her—almost. Unable to take his hand away, he squeezed a perfect ass cheek gently. Immediately he felt his insides begin to heat. He’d already woken up hard, but realizing who was lying next to him, the intensity of it had doubled.
She shifted a tiny bit, and he stopped his squeezing until he was sure she was still deep in her sleep. Moving carefully so as not to interrupt what appeared to be a very happy slumber, he inched his way downward until his face was just beside her behind, and he kissed one beautiful ass cheek while squeezing the other softly. Glancing up to see if she’d noticed or moved at all, he smiled when he saw she was still very deep in sleep.
Bringing his attention back to her beautiful ass, he kissed it again, this time sucking a little as his hand traveled down slowly between her legs. Just as his hand made it down to the warm opening between her legs, there was movement. He glanced up to see her sleepy eyes looking at him. With her teeth biting into her lower lip, she blinked in that slow-motion way she’d done so often during that first show that had floored him. Moving again, she spread her legs a little, lifting her behind just so, instantly jump-starting his breathing.
Taking a very deep breath, he turned back and bit her flesh just hard enough to make her squirm and moan; he released a carnal groan. Instantly he was on his knees, with one hand under her belly. He lifted her behind, his full-blown and ready erection already feeling the moisture between her legs. She was on her knees now, too, fisting the sheets in front of her and rubbing her ass against his throbbing hard-on.
“Jesus, Damian, no more torturing me. You did that enough last night. Just do it.”
Bending quickly over the side of the bed, he grabbed one of the condom packs on the floor. After their initial first time yesterday, Damian had made sure that, each time after that, he took it real slow, making it last good and long, at times tormenting Bethany in the process. He ripped the pack open, feeling like a teenager as he fumbled to get a condom on as fast as possible, but Bethany’s ass in the air was a hell of a distraction.
As soon as it was on, he grabbed hold of her hips and slammed in hard. Bethany’s crying out in pleasure as she did only heightened his crazed arousal. He had had a feeling that being with her would be like this, but he had never anticipated feeling this kind of madness. Just hours ago they’d collapsed, completely drained, and he’d been certain they’d sleep late into the day, but from the moment his brain had awakened enough to remember who was lying beside him and all that they’d done last night and into the early morning hours, it was all he could do to keep his eyes closed and keep his hands to himself.
He’d also managed to draw out their lovemaking a few times last night. So much so that Bethany had accused him of teasing her for his pleasure. Partly true. Her panting and begging him not to stop or even slow down had been such a fucking turn-on that he’d actually enjoyed her agonized pleas, so much so that he’d been able to hold off a bit just to hear them longer. But this, this was his absolute weakness. Rocking into Bethany as he stared at her gorgeous ass would have him bursting in no time.
Yesterday hearing her beg him to make her his in every way had done him in the first time. Now, looking down as he spread her to watch himself slide in her sweet wetness had him grunting already. Her panting and crying out, then feeling her own throbbing was all it took. He slammed into her one last time, pulling her by the waist to him as he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, releasing what felt like something he’d been holding in for years.
He drained into her, trying desperately to catch his breath, his profoundly satisfied body also drained of any strength. Once again just like last night, he felt completely spent and utterly satisfied.
Certain they could sleep for a few more hours after that, he cleaned up and climbed back into bed next to Bethany’s warm body. Last night he’d upped the air conditioner so high that cuddling now felt perfect. Damian spooned her, and she felt perfect in his arms, as if their bodies were made for each other.
He kissed the side of her face tenderly and then nuzzled his nose into her neck, where he knew he’d be able to sleep like a baby. “Mmm,” she said, then sighed in complete contentment.
In the next second the words nearly escaped him, but he caught himself before saying them. Words that had his eyes wide open now. I love you.
So stunned at how close he’d been to saying them and how natural the thought had been, he hadn’t even noticed he’d gone completely tense until she turned her head slightly. “Something wrong?”
Easing up a little, he tightened his hold of her. “No, not at all.”
He felt her body ease up, too, and heard her sigh. “This feels so perfect,” she said in a very sleepy voice.
“Yeah, it does,” he whispered back, kissing the side of her face again.
For the next few minutes, as Bethany quickly fell back asleep, Damian lay there thinking about Bethany and what exactly his feelings for her were. He couldn’t be in love already. Sure, he felt for her something he’d never felt for anyone before. He was certain of that now. But even though he’d begun to believe he might go his whole life happy being alone, he hadn’t totally ruled out the possibility that he might meet someone who’d make him change his mind. Even if he’d never imagined that if and when that happened, things would move this fast, or that he’d fall this alarmingly hard, he’d never said never.
But love? He caught himself shaking his head and stopped before he woke Bethany again. Love was an entirely different ballgame. He wouldn’t overthink this. Bottom line was he’d begun to think that he was feeling for Bethany the way he was because it’d been a very long time since he’d felt this attracted to someone and even longer since he’d had to wait to seal the deal all the way. He’d reasoned that as soon as he did it with Bethany, it would alleviate the intensity of what he felt for her. Now that he knew that wasn’t the case—now that it felt as if it’d only stepped it up more—he was confused.
So everything up until now had come together a lot faster than the norm. His being in love this soon was out of the question. He’d already risked scaring her off by demanding exclusivity so quickly. Even if she had repeated his words last night. The ones he had let slip: ready to be mine in every way? Hell, she’d begged him to do it. It could’ve all been in the heat of passion. Damian wasn’t about to risk really scaring her away by jumping the gun on this, too.
He closed his eyes, holding Bethany even tighter, never wanting to let go now. With his heart already beginning to argue that love wasn’t out of the question, his father’s cheesy catchphrase suddenly came to mind. You better slow your roll.
* * *
Half asleep, Damian let his hand roam around with his eyes still closed and came up with nothing but an empty mattress next to him. That was what ultimately woke him. He glanced around the now bright but empty bedroom, wondering if maybe Bethany had left. She couldn’t have. He’d driven
her here. Pulling his legs off the side of the bed, he bent over for his trunks. Just as he’d begun to pull them on, he was relieved to hear her voice. It was distant, so after pulling up his trunks, he stood completely quiet and confirmed hers was the only voice speaking, so obviously she was on the phone, but what she was saying, he could barely make out.
“. . . I’m working,” her voice either lowered or she walked away farther, because the rest of what she said was a mumble. Damian started toward the door. Sleeping with her had definitely heightened what he felt for Bethany, or maybe his feeling of entitlement, because the unease he’d felt yesterday when he’d heard her tone down her relationship with him was a slow-boiling annoyance now. Had she really just told someone she was working instead of admitting where and with whom she was?
“. . . not now I can’t, but tonight for sure.”
Instead of standing there eavesdropping as he was tempted to, Damian decided to walk out into the front room, where her voice seemed to be coming from. As soon as he opened the door, he was surprised to see she wasn’t even inside. She’d stepped out onto the patio.
Even though Bethany smiled as soon as she saw him, Damian hadn’t missed how her head had jerked in his direction when he opened the door. He managed to smile back, but just barely, as he walked toward her. As much as he had every intention of not jumping to conclusions and giving her the benefit of the doubt, it was already pissing him off that she turned away and lowered her voice.
He opened the patio door, and she turned, lifting her hand for him to give her a second, then turned her back on him again. “I gotta go now, okay. Yes, tonight.”
He’d give her a second or longer if she needed it, but he wasn’t leaving, if that’s what she thought. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, he noticed how she stiffened. As much as that, too, made him wonder what the hell her sister was asking about now that she couldn’t talk about until tonight, he still tried to shake the unease and leaned in to kiss her neck. This time he was asking her straight out the second she was off the phone. No more dicking around.
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