Chapter 16
Sitka
Damien kisses me slowly—one hand cupping my face while the other stays threaded into my hair as he slowly pushes into me. I tell myself I’m ready for the pain, but the shock of it still manages to pull a gasp from me. His lips stay gentle, soft, deep kisses that remind me the pain is temporary.
I’m surrounded by him, his body covering mine, making me feel safe, even as he pushes in deeper and I tense at the intrusion that feels way too fucking big for my body. His fingers stroke my face, and I relax at his touch and the feel of his tongue softly brushing mine.
When he rocks his hips and fully sinks into me, he groans and stills, keeping us locked together while my body tries to adjust to his size.
Lifting up, his dark eyes search mine. “Are you okay?”
He sounds so worried, and I can’t resist reaching up to massage his furrowed brow while I say, “Not really. I have a giant dick in my pussy, and it’s stretching me so wide I’m afraid I might split in two.”
He has the nerve to smile and say, “Well, I think you’re taking it really well, besyonok. This tight pussy was made for me. See how perfectly you spread for me?”
Rocking his hips just enough to make me wince and then moan at the feel of his thick dick running along my inner walls, he says, “You feel how you’re opening for me?” Leaning closer he brushes his lips over mine, “I think this pussy loves my cock.”
He teases me with a couple more slow thrusts, drawing out an embarrassingly loud moan from me in the process.
“Don’t you think so?” he teases.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips, wondering if I should tell him that it’s not the only part of me that loves him.
The next rock of his hips causes another slow drag of his cock along my inner walls, stealing my breath and silencing the words that are on the tip of my tongue.
In seconds his mouth is on mine again, kissing me slowly and deeply while everything else disappears.
Later, I’ll definitely tell him later, but right now, I don’t want anything to stop how good this feels.
His hand runs up my arm, grabbing my wrist and pulling my fingers from his hair.
He does the same with my other hand so he’s holding them down on the bed.
While his kisses slowly drive me insane, he threads his fingers through mine, holding my hands as he works his hips, driving into me harder.
He swallows every whimper I give, and when I hike my leg up and wrap it around him, he groans and picks up his pace.
The relentless push and pull of our bodies as we find the perfect rhythm is an ecstasy I hadn’t been prepared for.
I think I’d convinced myself that nothing could feel better than Damien’s mouth, but every stroke of his cock is proving me wrong, because nothing compares to this.
Pleasure quickly overrides the pain, and even though there’s still a sting, it’s easy to ignore when I slide one hand from his so I can run it along his torso.
His muscles shift beneath my fingers as I explore the hard planes of his body.
Bringing his free hand to my face, he cups it, holding me so gently as he drives into me harder.
The sensations consume me. The heat of his body against mine, the mouth that’s dead set on devouring me, the way his thumb softly strokes my jawline while his other hand clutches at mine is so at odds with the way he’s driving his thick length into me, every thrust demanding my body open up and take what he’s giving it.
And I do. I give everything to him, every part of myself becomes Damien’s, and when I start to come, he lets out the sweetest groan and joins me, like he’d been waiting for me so we could do this together.
I squeeze his hand while the rest of my body clings to him.
His tongue brushes mine as his hips drive in harder, his body desperate to get even closer.
I feel him pulse inside me, and the sensation sends another rush of pleasure through me.
I should be worried, but I’m not. There’s no way I’m ovulating right now, and even if there is a slim chance, I still can’t bring myself to care.
I hadn’t wanted anything between us. I’d wanted to feel this exact moment, and I don’t regret it for a second.
When he stills, he keeps himself buried inside me while he kisses me, only pulling back to kiss my hand when I bring it up and trace along his cheek.
Without saying a word, he looks down at me, dark eyes searching mine as he brushes damp hair from my forehead.
There are so many things I want to say to him, but instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him, burying my face in his neck so I can breathe him in.
He slides his arm beneath my shoulders and hugs me back. With his mouth close to my ear, he murmurs, “That was perfect, besyonok. So much better than I ever thought it could be.”
“It was,” I agree before kissing his neck. “The bed was a good idea.”
I feel the small huff of a laugh he gives against my skin. “It was. The woods won’t be nearly as comfortable for you. You sure you still want that?”
I think about him chasing me and grin. “I’m sure. Do you still want to do it?”
His teeth graze my neck in a soft, teasing bite before he says, “There’s nothing you could ever suggest that I won’t want to do, Sitka.
Yes, I want to chase you through the woods.
I want to watch you run from me just so I can grab you and bring you back to me.
” His hips rock as he starts to grow hard again.
“Under me, right where you belong. I will never say no to you, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you filthy? All you need to do is ask. I’m more than happy to bring that fantasy to life. ”
I grin and kiss his neck again, but when he moves again and I wince, he slowly slides out of me and sits up between my legs. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads me apart and runs his dark eyes over me.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he looks down at me.
The pad of his thumb slowly drags up my slit.
“I didn’t think your pussy could look any prettier, but I was wrong, because seeing my cum spill out of it is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
” Very gently, he runs his thumb over me again, gathering his seed before slowly pushing it back into me.
“This is where it belongs, sweetheart. Be a good girl and keep it inside for me.”
His words send a flutter through my stomach. This side of Damien is the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. I don’t know how he manages the balance, but he makes me feel protected and dominated all at once, and it’s a feeling I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
“Don’t move,” he says, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on my clit before getting up and walking to the bathroom. I stare at his ass the entire time, and when he comes back with a wet rag, I run my eyes over his tattooed body before landing on the giant cock that was just inside me.
“I still can’t believe you fit,” I say, making him laugh as he kneels between my legs again. When he presses the warm cloth to my sore pussy, I let out a moan of appreciation and sink into the pillows. “Thank you. That feels amazing.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I like taking care of you, and it’s my fault you’re in pain.”
I smile at him and say, “It’s a good pain.”
He smiles before lying down on his side. Keeping the cloth in place, he scoots an arm under my head and pulls me closer. His fingers trace lazy circles along my skin, trailing from my stomach to my breasts before slowly dragging the tip of one finger around my nipple.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop touching you,” he admits while I watch each teasing stroke of his fingers. “How long do you think we can hide in here before your family notices?”
I grab his hand and bring his fingers to my lips so I can kiss them.
“We have the night at least,” I tell him, hating that he’s already thinking about our inevitable goodbye tomorrow.
There’s a sadness in his dark eyes when he meets mine, and my desire to take it away is so strong that I start to get up.
“Just a sec,” I tell him, when he looks like he’s about to tighten his grip on me and refuse to let me go. “I have something for you.”
He lets me go, making no attempt to hide the way he’s checking me out as I scurry out of bed and walk to my bag.
Fair is fair, so I let him look and resist the urge to cover my ass when I turn my back on him to dig his gift out.
Giving him this is a gamble, but I’m hoping it’ll make him smile and take away the sad look in his eyes.
Walking back over to him, I sit on the bed and hand him his gift.
He grins and sits up, leaning against the headboard as he slowly rips the paper off.
His face is unreadable as he drags a finger along the cover of the book.
It’s a guide to the flora and fauna of Oregon.
I even dog-eared the pages that describe the cormorant, Sitka trees, and turritella shells.
“It’s not new or anything,” I tell him. “But it’s one of my favorites, and I really wanted you to have it.” Reaching out, I grab the cover and open it so he’ll see the inscription I wrote him, the one I’d worked so hard on, the one where I admit that I’ve fallen in love with him.
I watch his dark eyes quickly scan the page before he closes the book and smiles over at me. “Thanks, Sitka. I love it.”
When he sets the book aside without another word, I feel my heart start to slowly break. I didn’t expect him to read the whole book or anything, but I did expect some sort of reaction to me confessing my love for the first time.