I nodded. “I’m ready.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his neck. “Then say it.” Leaning down, he ran his lips down the column of my neck.
Goosebumps formed along my arms. I began trembling with anticipation.
“All you have to do it say the words, little one, and I can put us both out of our misery.”
Aw hell.
“Damon, I-I want to have sex with you … Make love to me, please?” My question was borderline begging.
He lifted his head, his eyes taking on a new gleam, a mischievous smile on his lips. He stepped back, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Just for the record.” He turned his phone screen to me.
I blinked, wondering what the hell was going on. My eyes zeroed in on the screen and once I finally realized what he was showing me, I smiled.
“Negative for everything also. This test is two weeks old.”
Glancing at the date, I saw that he had had the screening just two weeks prior.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He placed his phone on the counter behind me, his large hands rising to cup my face as he lowered his lips until they were just hovering over mine. “Do you need to be home by a certain time?”
I shook my head. “Monique’s spending the night over Kayla’s.”
He nodded and swallowed before covering my mouth with his. I was stunned when he bent low, his hands moving under my thighs, scooping them up to wrap around his waist.
“Time to take this to the bedroom.”
I tightened my arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of my body against his strong, muscled chest. I had the sudden urge to explore his entire body. Leaning down, I lightly bit his earlobe, causing him to shudder.
“Keep that shit up and I’ll drop you and strip you right in this damn hallway.”
I hummed against his ear, the pool that’d started in between my legs growing. Damon’s strong hands remained on my thighs as we entered his bedroom. He turned on the lights, igniting the entire room. I noted the dark blue and navy shades that mirrored his living room furniture. Before I knew it, my back was being laid against the softest mattress I’d ever felt.
“I’m going to strip you naked so I can see this sexy ass body in its entirety.”
Was he warning me or just telling me? Why did it sound like both?
He stepped back from hovering over me and took my right leg in his arms, trailing them down the length of my thigh and then calf until he reached the leopard print heel. He removed my right shoe then the left.
“These …” he held up the shoes, “are exactly what has had me wanting to bend your ass over my kitchen counter since I opened the door to your fine ass this evening.”
I closed my eyes, sighing. He was so damn sexy. To know that a man like Damon was attracted to me was beyond my comprehension.
I didn’t have long to contemplate his attraction when I felt his fingers moving up my thighs, underneath my dress, reaching for the top of the tights I wore. I raised my hips to assist him as he began sliding my panties and tights down my legs. I grew embarrassed when he tossed my undergarments over his shoulder and forced my knees apart, his eyes moving to stare at the core at the center of my legs.
I closed my eyes and attempted to pull my knees shut. I was ready to have sex, but the deep exploration of my body that Damon was doing would be my undoing.
“Uh uh,” he warned, holding my knees farther apart. “I like to see my meal before I eat it.”
Did he just …
“Ohh!” I gasped at the first contact of the hairs of his beard on my inner thighs as he kissed each side. He hadn’t even made contact with the most sensitive part of my body yet and I was already coming undone. Easing the sides of my dress up, he pushed it over my belly so that it wouldn’t obstruct his view or his actions. He kissed the top of my sex, the same spot I’d gotten waxed for the first time a week earlier, before moving lower.
Those strong fingers of his parted my sex, and the first swipe of his tongue had my hips rising off the bed.
I began to moan but covered my mouth with my hand, feeling embarrassed.
“Move your hands. I want to hear every damn sound you make tonight. I need to hear it. To know I’m giving you the pleasure you deserve.”
My breathing increased and I slowly lowered my hand from my mouth, gripping the sheets beneath me.
Once again, Damon lowered his face between my legs and continued giving me pleasure I had never felt before, even with my battery operated toys that had been my only companions over the years.
I panted, and twisted my hands in the sheets, my hips rising to meet his hungry mouth. Sounds I had no idea I could even make emanated from deep in my throat. And just when I felt like my body couldn’t rise any higher, I tumbled over into the sea of pleasure, all thanks to Damon’s insistent mouth and tongue. He didn’t even bother stopping. Instead, he grew even more persistent in his licking, tasting, and suckling. My body responded in kind, granting him a second orgasm. By the time he rose from between my legs, my thighs were trembling and I could hardly believe we hadn’t actually had sex yet.
Damon stood over me, his chest rising and falling as he unbuttoned his dark shirt, tossing it to the floor.
“You taste good as hell. I could spend the entire night with my face between your thighs. But I’ll save that for another time.”
He leaned over, covering my body with his and pressing a kiss to my lips. I opened for him, but when I tried to deepen the kiss he moved back. He pulled me by the hands to sit up.
“I need to see all of you.”
My hands went to his chest, my own need to feel him consuming me.
“Can I?” he asked, his hands rising to my hair.
I nodded.
Slowly and carefully he began removing the top bun I’d worn. As he massaged my scalp, loosening the strands of my curly, natural hair, it fell to my shoulders. He removed the numerous bobbie pins that had kept the bun in place.
“I’ve wanted to see you with your hair down since the first time I saw you.”
“Really?” I don’t know why that surprised me. Yes I did. Because he’d left with another woman the night we’d first met.
“No lie.” His hands went around to my back, reaching for the bow that securely held my wrap dress in place. The dress fell to either side of my body, exposing the navy blue silk bra I wore that matched the panties he’d tossed aside earlier. He pushed the dress down my shoulders, causing it to pool at my knees. Seconds later the dress lie on the floor at Damon’s feet.
The embarrassment and nervousness I’d felt earlier tried to come back, but the way Damon’s eyes diligently studied my body, as if I were the only thing that ever mattered, there was no way I could feel anything but utterly captivating.
That was how he made me feel. Captivating. As if I were the only woman in the world who needed to be treasured and adored. I didn’t even flinch when his hands moved, unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothing. His head lowered, taking my right breast into his hot mouth.
My neck arched and I cupped the back of his head as he ran his tongue around my turgid nipple. His hand went to my free breast, giving it the attention it needed. I covered that hand as well, never wanting this feeling to end. But it did when Damon stepped backwards.
Eagerness poured out of his body as he anxiously stripped himself of his pants and dark boxer briefs. My mouth watered at the hardlines and rigid muscles of his abdomen. I noticed a couple of scars that ran across his abdomen. They were flat and appeared to be years old. They didn’t detract in any way from the beauty of his physique, instead doing the opposite. They seemed to fit naturally with the rugged energy Damon sometimes gave off.
My eyes dipped lower, passing the V of his waist, moving over the thick pubic hairs, down to his long …
Holy shit.
My eyes widened at the length of his cock. Fisting it, he stroked it slowly before
moving away from the bed, over to the nightstand. He opened it and took out a condom before coming back to me.
He didn’t say a word as he pressed a hard kiss to my lips. This kiss was more frenzied than the earlier ones. His control was breaking, I could feel it, and instead of it scaring me, it spurred me on. I kissed him back with all of the fervor I had coiled within my body. I ran my hands over his shoulders and chest needing to feel him.
He pushed me backwards, my back hitting the bed again, and he moved over top of me, surrounding me with his body heat. He lifted his head from mine, placing the condom wrapper between his teeth to tear it open with one hand. I watched as he astutely opened the condom and placed it over his hardness.
“I told you I can go slow—”
“Don’t.” I shook my head. “I don’t need you to go slow anymore.” I didn’t want slow or careful. I wanted Damon and everything he could give me. “Please,” I begged, my legs going around his waist as he lowered himself to me.
He kissed my lips and then to my ear, kissing it and my neck. Suddenly, I felt the tip of him as he began to breach my entrance. I pushed out a deep breath and tightened my arms around his shoulders.
“Goddamn,” he cursed in a whisper as he continued to sink into my body.
“Hurry!” I urged, twisting my hips to encourage him further.
Instead of answering with words, Damon covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, letting his hips push all of the way into me. I gasped into his mouth. He pulled back almost to the tip before pushing all of the way in again. My back arched off the bed.
“Damon!”
Again, he didn’t say anything. Instead taking either of my hands in his and planting them against the pillows while his hips sank into a comfortable rhythm.
“That feel good?”
“Yes!” I answered because holy shit did it feel good.
Damon picked up the movement of his strokes, causing me to breathe heavily. His hands released mine, as they moved to cup and massage my breasts. The extra attention to my breasts and nipples served to intensify the sensations happening in my core. I wrapped my hands around Damon’s side, my fingernails clawing at his back because they needed something to grip and the sheets weren’t enough.
He rose up slightly, staring down at me, watching me through those dark eyes of his. He wasn’t just looking at me, he was watching, memorizing every moan, every groan, every time my breath caught when he switched up his movements. He was in it to ensure I received as much pleasure as I could. The knowledge of that overwhelmed me and my eyes glossed over. I raised up, pulling his head down to meet mine. I needed to feel his lips on mine. I didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling, how treasured I felt at that moment, but I could show it with actions.
I put every thought and emotion I could muster into that kiss. Thoughts of fear or apprehension of being this intimate with a man disappeared with each kiss, lick, and stroke he gave. My body took over as my hips rose to meet Damon’s ministrations. Our breathing, grunts, and moans were the only sounds
I hummed as the tension built in my body, alerting me of my third orgasm. Damon felt it too because he picked up the pace, his hand going to my clitoris, using his thumb to circle it.
“Ohhhh!” I bellowed as the orgasm crashed through me. My thighs clamped tightly to Damon’s waist. I squeezed until I felt completely wrung out. Not long after I opened my eyes, I felt Damon’s body tense, the veins in his neck straining as his orgasm coursed through is body.
Within seconds he collapsed on top of me, his large body trapping me between it and the bed. I pulled him in even tighter and leaned up to lick the trickle of sweat that ran over his shoulder.
“Cut that shit out before you get round two started.”
Tucking my head into the crook of his neck, I giggled.
He rolled us, so that we were both on our sides, facing each other.
“How’re you feeling?”
I grinned and kissed his lips before answering. “Hmm. Good,” I sighed. My body still hummed from the aftershocks of the orgasms I’d had. I lifted my hand to run through his beard. I loved how soft the hairs there felt.
“Do you use coconut oil in your beard?” It was a question I’d wondered for weeks now.
He chuckled and moved my hand to his lips, kissing it before letting it go. “That’s what you want to ask me right now?”
I nodded. “Mhmm. Do you?”
“It’s a beard oil. A mix of coconut oil, vitamin E oil, and some other shit.”
“I knew it. It’s so soft.”
I stared into his eyes, suddenly not shy about all of the other questions that’d lingered in my mind since the first day I’d seen him at Kayla and Josh’s rehearsal for the wedding.
“Why are your eyes two different colors? Is it a family thing?”
He smirked. “I guess so. My sister’s eyes are two different colors also. My left eye is the same color as my father’s and my right is the same as my mother’s. They literally went half on this baby.”
I giggled. I enjoyed his sense of humor.
“Were you ever teased for having two different colored eyes?”
“Psh. By who?” Spoken exactly the way a man like him would answer. I bet he was one of the most popular kids in his class.
“What was it like to be popular in school? I was the outcast who never fit in any group. Even the nerds didn’t really get me.”
“Overrated.” He shrugged. “Come here.” He turned onto his back pulling me over him.
“You called me your woman earlier.”
Damon’s hand stilled in my hair, which he’d been stroking. “And?”
I stared at him. “What do you mean and?”
“You are. I know you don’t think after tonight I’m going to call you anything else but mine, do you?”
I swallowed. I hadn’t thought about it.
“I haven’t seen or been with anyone else in weeks. I don’t plan on seeing anyone but you for … Hell, for as long as you’ll have me. That makes you my woman.”
“Okay,” was all I could say.
“Then it’s done.”
It was done.
I laid my head on his chest but popped right back up when I remembered the last question I’d had in mind to ask.
“Do you fight at the same club Joshua fights in?”
He lifted an eyebrow, questioningly.
“The scars on your body, are they from …”
“Fighting?”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
I knew about the secretive fight club Joshua was a part of. Kayla had revealed it to me months ago and I always wondered but never asked if Damon was a part of the club as well. When I saw the scars it was easy to put two and two together.
“Does that scare you?” he questioned in the silence.
My gaze rose to meet his once again and slowly my head shook. “Why do you fight?”
His eyes rolled up to the ceiling and he ran his free hand through his beard, contemplatively.
I felt a muscle in his abdomen jump when I moved my fingers along one of the scars. It was faint but I could feel it. I waited patiently, wanting to know what drove him into the ring to fight in a place where he could obviously be harmed.
“Nights when I can’t sleep,” he finally responded.
Running his answer over in my head, I lowered back to his chest. “I know that feeling,” I murmured.
His hand went to my unruly hair, lightly massaging my scalp. “You do?”
“Yeah. Can’t sleep, feeling out of control of your own life or what’s happening to it. Needing to regain control in some way.”
“What caused that for you?” His voice had slightly deepened.
I opened my mouth and I started to tell him the truth, but instead I said, “When Monique first got sick. Feeling helpless to do anything. I hated that feeling.”
“You were there for her,” he said after a minute of quiet. “Trust me when I say that
counts.”
I shrugged. “It counts for something, I guess.”
“Nah, being there when your kid needs you whether you can do anything or not counts for everything.”
I lifted my head to stare at him again because his voice sounded far off, as if he’d gone back in to some place in his memory. I moved in closer, cupping the side of his face and pressing a kiss to his lips. It didn’t take long before he took over the kiss, laying me on my back, covering my body with his.
“Told you, you’d be the one to get round two started.” He chuckled deep in the back of his throat before his lips covered mine again, and my legs were opening up to wrap around his waist. So much for getting any sleep that night.
Chapter Eleven
Sandra
“Oh my God! You scared me,” I whisper-yelled to Damon behind me. I glanced around Kayla and Josh’s kitchen, gladly seeing no one before I turned to face him.
He took advantage of the only alone time we’d had since we’d arrived an hour ago, to kiss me, placing his hands at my waist. It was rude to be at my friend’s baby shower yet sneaking kisses in her kitchen, but Damon’s lips always had me acting in ways that were slightly out of character for me.
“I should beat Josh’s ass for making me come to this damn thing and for keeping you running around instead of sitting in my damn lap where you belong. He’s got an extra guest room.” Damon wiggled his eyebrows.
I dipped my head, giggling. “We are not sneaking off. All of the guests haven’t even arrived yet.”
“The hell I care about guests?”
I laughed, and Damon took the time to nuzzle my neck, licking it. “We can’t,” I whispered. “Besides, Monique’s outside, too.”
Damon’s head popped up, an eyebrow raised. “And what do you know about that Diego anyway? She seems attached to him.” His eyes narrowed in a protective way.
“He’s Josh’s nephew. They’re friends.”
“Hmmm. Matter of fact, I should go out and check on short stuff and make sure everything’s on the up and up with that little boy.”
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