Chapter 16 —Demyon #2
I shifted her panties to the side and slid in the tip of my middle finger. She tipped her head back, releasing a soft cry that shook every nerve in my body.
“Did it hurt?” I whispered in her face.
“A little,” she replied with the same tone.
“Allow me to ease that pain.”
I began by kissing her forehead, then her lips, all the way to the nape of her neck. My palms fondled her breasts over the fabric of the towel around her body. I could easily take it off and feed my eyes with her nakedness. But no. Not now.
Her breath ceased when I dropped to my knees before her, hands traveling up and down her thighs. I looked up to find her staring down at me, her chest heaving with anticipation.
“Relax,” I murmured, lifting the hem of her towel. My hands found the waistband of her panties, and with a slow tug, I pulled them down her thighs.
I sniffed them, savoring the scent of her arousal before tossing them aside. Her teeth grazed her lower lip, and her eyes widened just before I dipped my head underneath the hem of her towel.
I lifted her left leg and placed her foot gently on my shoulder as my face found her shaved pussy. I kissed her clit, sucking gently on it while caressing her ass.
Her body trembled, and her legs shook in reaction to my touch. By the time my tongue parted her folds, a sudden gasp tore through her lips. “Fuck.”
She loved it.
Good.
In a moment, I began eating her cunt and sucking her juice. My moves were slow and deliberate—reverent. It was her first time, so the plan was to make it as pleasurable as possible.
My God! She smelled good down there and tasted even better. I could eat that pussy all day long and never get tired, especially with those soft purrs teasing my senses.
I licked her plate clean, savoring the sweetness of her nectar in my mouth. The feeling was electric, and judging by her moans, I’d say she was enjoying every bit of what I was doing.
“Demyon…” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
The sound of my name on her lips only fueled my passion, and I kept eating and eating and eating.
I felt her muscles relaxing the more I ate her pussy, her tension dissipating into thin air. Her body was adjusting to my actions, and with each passing second, her moans drove me closer to the edge.
“What’re you doing to me, Demyon?” she whimpered, her leg on my shoulder trembling in ecstasy.
I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly over her clit while parting her folds with my thumb.
“Oh, my goodness!” Her hands found my head, fingers caressing my scalp as if rewarding my work. “You’re killing me softly.”
I felt her back arch against the wall, and soon, her body began writhing over it. I kept eating with practiced ease, trying out every technique I’d learned over the years.
She pressed my head deeper between her legs as if unable to get enough of me. I focused on her clitoris, dancing around it with my tongue as her body responded to this stimulation.
Eva was shaking, and I could sense her nervousness.
“Oh—God…!” She gasped, taking a handful of my hair. “Don’t stop…please,” she begged amidst moans. “Stay right there. Yes…right there.”
Her wish was my command, and I was willing to do as she wanted—anything for her.
“Oh—fuck!” Her legs trembled beneath her. “That feels so good.”
I maintained a steady rhythm, moving my tongue in a figure-8 motion, along with up and down and side to side.
“Demyon, please…you’re going to drive me crazy.”
Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears, the very encouragement I needed to keep going. I stimulated that hot, throbbing clit until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her legs shook more violently than before. “Oh—fuck, I think I’m gonna come.”
Yes. You do that.
I held her thighs in place, flicking my tongue more rapidly against her clitoris.
“Demyon, Demyon, Demyon…!” She chanted my name over and over as if announcing her arrival. Her voice deepened when she added, “I’m coming, Demyon…I’m coming.”
In the next second, her dam exploded—her body stiffened, her muscles contracted, and her water splashed over my face.
She cried out, her body writhing against the wall, her legs shaking uncontrollably. I wiped her juice from my mouth and rose to my feet, reveling in the way her face contorted in sheer pleasure. Her eyes had completely turned white as she bit her lower lip, drowning in a sea of ecstasy.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to myself. “Look at me,” I said, my voice deep and husky.
Eva held my gaze, an insatiable hunger dancing in hers. “Take me,” she mumbled, lips quivering, her eyes boring into mine.
I gave her towel a gentle tug, and it slid down her body, revealing her nakedness. I cocked my head to the side, drinking in curves and contours. In a heartbeat, I whisked her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Her chestnut-brown hair spilled over her face as she lowered her head, palms cupping my cheeks. She reclaimed my lips in a hot, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.
I headed toward the king-sized bed and lowered her gently on the mattress. She grasped the hem of my white singlet and yanked it off me, her eyes roaming my ripped body. Her fingers traced the ridges of my chiseled abs before sliding underneath the waistband of my joggers.
She stroked my cock as our kiss deepened, heads tilting sideways. Tongues danced in our mouths, a testament of our commitment to the act. She withdrew my cock and then glanced down at it.
Her eyes widened, her teeth grazing her lip like she was pleased by what she saw. I rose from the bed and took the joggers off, exposing my own nakedness. I watched her drink in the sight of my body as though she couldn’t wait to have me inside her.
I climbed back on the bed, reclaiming those soft, cherry lips that drove me crazy. As we kissed, my hands roamed her body—claiming every curve and contour as mine. I palmed her moderately sized breasts, reveling in the softness beneath my hands.
She stroked my length, her thumb smearing my precum over my cap. I left her lips for a moment and took her right breast in my mouth. She tipped her head back against the pillow, moaning. I licked her pink nipple—hard and erect—while simultaneously tuning the other.
“Stop teasing me, please…” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of all that pleasure coursing through her veins. “Just take me already.”
Not yet.
I took my time to explore her body, making sure she was relaxed enough, physically and psychologically. I caressed her skin, possessing every inch of her as I sucked and squeezed those breasts with expert precision.
By the time I was convinced she was ready, her pussy was already practically calling out to me.
“I’m so wet, Demyon,” she confessed, her voice soft and endearing. “I’m soaking wet.”
I kissed her lips some more then said, “I’m going in now.”
Her throat bobbled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” I reassured her.
She nodded, holding my gaze. “Don’t look away.”
“I won’t.”
I teased her pussy by rubbing my cap along her entrance. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.
She let out a soft whine, her muscles relaxing beneath me.
Without breaking eye contact, I pushed my cock inside her tight pussy, her wetness easing my movement. Her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, her brows drawing together. I kept pushing slowly, my cock stretching her out.
We refused to look away as I penetrated her pussy, and she squeezed tightly against the sheets. Her eyes widened the deeper I traveled inside her, tears simmering beneath the surface.
She left the sheets and threw her arms around my neck, fingers digging into flesh as my shaft tore through her hymen. “Oh—fuck, that’s so deep,” she moaned. “Is it all in?”
“Almost.”
She tipped her head back again, her breath hitched in her throat.
Halfway through, I gently pulled out of her, glancing at the blood on my cap. A momentary sigh of relief fell from her lips before I slid my cock back inside.
I repeated the process over and over until her body was finally familiar with it—until it was more of a pleasure than a pain. I lay down on her, my chest pressed against her soft breasts. She raised her leg in the air, and I caressed it, running my palm along her thigh as I plunged into her.
She clutched the sheets beneath her and tugged at them while moaning in ecstasy. Her pussy swallowed me whole, her folds tight around my cock. My waist ground against hers as I hit her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Eva moaned my name, her fingers raking my back in response to my deep thrusts. My hands roamed her body, her skin smooth beneath mine. She raised both legs in the air and then locked them around my waist.
Trapped between her thighs, I drove deeper and deeper inside her, my pace quickening by the minute. Her slippery pussy was driving me nuts, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. The sound of her moans was music to my ears, and the pleasure on her face only fanned the fires of my hunger.
The faster I drove into her, the closer I came to climaxing. She stared into my eyes, as if savoring the way my face was contorted in ecstasy. A deep, guttural growl signaled my arrival, and she nodded, anticipating my release.
I slammed my waist harder than before and then exploded inside her. Her hips bucked higher, her pussy accepting every single drop as I filled her up with trembling legs.
When it was all over, I collapsed on the other side of the bed, struggling to catch my breath. We both lay on our backs, facing the ceiling in silence. The air was filled with the faint sounds of our ragged breathing and the scent of sweat.
As our chests rose and fell, we both knew—even without either of us saying a word—that this was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.
The question was: Were we ready for it?
Eva pulled the sheets over her chest, the soft fabric concealing her breasts. Quietly, she rolled to the other side of the bed, clutching the sheets against her front like her life depended on it.
I didn’t have to be a mind reader to see the guilt etched on her face. The weight of what she’d just done was beginning to settle in. And I knew at that moment that she would start avoiding me again.