Chapter 102
Damien
Play - Sextape by Deftones
Passionate Souls
I should have stopped the moment she trembled against me.
Instead, I held her tighter and tighter.
Feeling the warmth of her skin against me.
The worst part wasn't the sound she'd just made while her head hung over the edge and her thighs were practically strangling me.
The worst part was the almost pathological need I had to hear her again.
Her cheeks were still flushed when I closed my front door. Beautiful in every forbidden way possible.
She feels limp against my arms as I bring her closer towards my body heat. I bend to kiss her again and her eyes widen as her lips part slightly like she’s tasting herself on my tongue.
My restraint has already abandoned me. My lips devour her as I take her further into the house, knowing exactly where this is going and still refusing to stop.
The hallway, then the room, and finally the bed, where I guide her down.
“I still have a lot to show you, Mireya. And you’re going to behave right?”
She smiles shyly before tugging my shirt closer as I lean closer to her. “Mister Caldwell, you’re full of words today. You should act on them.”
I hover above her, trapping her between my arms as I kiss her deeper, slower, while her fingers work my shirt open one torturous button at a time.
“Take it off.”
A soft satisfied smile lifts her swollen lips. “Kiss me again first.”
And I obey. I do. I kiss her deeper, until her taste floods my senses, until it feels like it’s running through my blood. I devour her, slower this time, like I’m learning her, like I’m ruining myself on purpose to feel it all over again.
There’s something almost wrong in the way I want her, something dark, something I should have buried the moment I realized her eyes were forever engraved in my mind.
But I don’t, I let it take over. Every part of me that I keep locked down, every hunger I pretend doesn’t exist, it all leads back to her. Only her.
“Tell me to stop,” I say.
Her fingers don’t leave my shirt, they pull instead. I almost fall on top of her but I resist, I want her to be sure, I want this to be good for her.
“No,” she breathes against my mouth. “I want to keep smiling.”
She wants to keep smiling… Her soft voice cracks under my ribs.
“Then look at me,” I manage.
And she does, she stays. Her hands move faster, pushing my shirt open with a passion that defies any rules we’ve established when we started this.
As if she’s decided I’m not something she needs to be afraid of anymore, and I feel it when she finishes with the last button.
The shift, the choice, the point where this stops being controllable anymore.
I breathe out wrong, wrecked. Her fingers catch the hem of my shirt and she pulls it up slowly, like she’s testing whether I’ll disappear under her hands or if she is even allowed to see me like this. I lean in, closer to her.
Touch me. Ruin me back.
The fabric slips off my shoulders and I feel the air hit my skin, but it doesn’t make me flinch.
That’s new.
She pauses when she’s done, sitting there like she doesn’t know what to do with the fact that I didn’t stop her. Her expression shifts as if she expected resistance and found none from me. I see it so I reach for her hand slowly, and bring it to my chest. Right over my heart.
“Here,” I murmur. Her fingers tense slightly against my scarred skin. I just press her hand a little more firmly there. “I told you,” I breathe, lifting her hand, still holding it, and pressing my lips to her knuckles.
My breath catches there, because I can feel how close she is, how present she is, how much I’m not pulling away. Only then do I guide her hand back to my chest. “Only you,” I whisper, voice rougher now, “can touch me like this.”
And when I kiss her again, it’s close, breath breaking. Her name slipped out of me in a pathetic sound. Whimpering Mireya as though she’s the only thing keeping me anchored to my own body.
Does she know this is also healing me?
My tongue finds hers and sucks on it, intoxicating myself with her very own essence. I bite her bottom lip and trace my tongue all over her jaw before giving her neck the same treatment.
I can’t have enough of her. Not when I push myself on top of her, her nails gripping my shoulders so violently it hurts.
Not when I grind against her as her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper.
She’s making all kinds of noises while I suck on her neck, bite on it, leaving marks only I can see, only I can touch.
All warm, all soft, beautifully ruined by me and as I look at her, I’ve never felt prouder.
“Wrap your legs tighter, Mireya. Make me fucking come in my pants,” I breathe against her neck as she tilts her head to give me more room on her skin. Fuck me.
“Go harder, please,” she asks in that sweet raspy voice of hers.
I give in, I move faster, pants still on, rubbing against her harder, my hands tightening around her ass as I pull her closer.
The only sounds emanating from the room are her soft cries, which I capture directly in my mouth, along with those of this raw and wet kiss. Her hands move across my shoulders, my back, my neck, exploring and claiming, nails scratching the skin.
“Lift your hips for me, Reya. Use me.”
With each movement, her soft cunt wets my pants as she pushes herself impossibly closer to the hardness there. Her back naturally arches as I play with her nipple, biting and sucking on it, following the pitch of her little cries. I look up and see her completely at my mercy.
She looks like she wants more, like she needs more.
I let go of her nipple, breathing harder and faster, feeling my dick begging for her to take it, as I trace the line down the middle of her chest to her neck with my tongue.
“Undo my belt.”
She opens her eyes, her mouth falls open. I take it as an invitation and place my thumb there. With careful hands she follows the instructions, and I lower the only thing that was preventing me to lose entirely control over this situation.
“Take it with your hand, Reya,” I whisper, pushing her further into the bed. “Make me proud.”
At first she hesitates, unsure of herself.
I guide her gently, my hand finding hers until our fingers intertwine.
Slowly that uncertainty leaves her, replaced by confidence.
Her soft fingers wrap around the length of my dick and I watch her realize the effect she has on me when my stomach tightens at the contact.
The pride in her expression, as if for once, she’s understanding how weak I turn when she’s the one taking control.
She moves her hands back and forth, from the tip to the base of it, stroking me with urgency. I don't want to miss a single second of this show. She doesn't break eye contact, she looks at me straight in the eyes as she continues.
I need her to come first, to smile more.
I need to hear her say it. That she’s ready. That there’s no coming back after this.
“Mireya, do you trust me?”
She nods, cheeks red, eyes bright. “I do.”
I take both of her hands, guiding them above her head, my fingers closing around her wrists. With my other hand, I trace a slow path along her skin, until it lands on her pussy, all wet for me. Her head sinks a little further into the mattress and her eyes fall closed.
“Then you’ll have to look at me,” I whisper. “I love your eyes, open them for me.”
I caress her, focusing on her reaction as I play with her clit. I watch as her back arches even more when I pinch it and slap it. Soft tortured little breaths escape her lips and it makes me want to do more, want to give her every sensation she never felt before with anyone else.
I stroke and rub two fingers there, watching her as I see that she’s climaxing, and just when I see that her breathing is getting louder, I remove my fingers from her clit and push them back inside in a brutal thrust.
“Wait…fuck,” she cries in a broken voice.
“I love hearing you like that,” I whisper as I lean on top of her, pushing my fingers deeper into her, “Such a responsive little thing you are.”
I go back and forth, curling them in, still focused on how she’s fighting the orgasm, and the sight makes me want to tease her even more.
So, I add a third one. She’s lost in it, and I can see exactly what she needs.
I feel her breaking when pressure builds around my fingers and as her back arches even more.
For that small instant, everything else disappears and I’m only aware of her.
I get down, sinking my mouth on her, tasting the ruin of it all. That's when I feel her arms pulling me back up toward her as her lips meet mine. “I want more…” She whispers against my mouth, breathless.
I smile, kissing her once more, “I’ll give you more.” Another kiss. “Now you’re ready to take me in, aren’t you?” A lick. “Tell me you’re ready to take my dick just as well as you took my fingers, Miss Vitelli,” I beg as my eyes meet hers.
A soft laugh escapes her lips, and my heart bursts. “I want you to not hold back, Mister Caldwell.”
Mister Caldwell… I love when she calls me that.
“Lift up your leg for me,” I ask softly.
And she listens, lifting her leg slowly as I follow the motion, watching the curve of her thigh, the way she looks at me with blue eyes filled with desire. But it’s not where I want it to be.
A quiet laugh escapes me as I drag my hand along the skin of her leg. “Higher, Mireya,” I say.
She adjusts it, extending it until it lands on my shoulder.
I can see her tattoos, the ones she told me I’d see one day. Stars wrapping around her thigh, scars she inflicted on herself and was scared to show me, and I kissed them, one by one.
A slow curve runs through her posture as she pushes her hips forward.
“I want you to use me, Mireya. I’m here to make you feel good,” I whimper against her skin. “I want you to feel me tomorrow as you walk next to this stupid boy who thinks he can have you.”
She bites her lips while I take my cock in hand and caresses her cunt, gently. I slap it on her, once. Then once more.
She’s already shaking when I lower myself to merge with her. Skin to skin. Heartbeats synching. Eyes to eyes. Her nipples hardened against my chest. But her eyes have never felt more beautiful than they do now.
And this is all for me to witness.
“I trust you. I want you, Damien…” she whispers.
Her head lifts so she can kiss me while my free hand grips her neck. At the same moment, I feel delicate and fine fingers grab my cock, I look down and see her pushing me inside her.
“You’re doing so good, Mireya,” I breathe before kissing her as I deepen my thrust. “So fucking good.”
She chokes against my lips, breathing faster, adjusting herself to me. “Breathe, it’s okay, you got this…” I say as I sink into her fully.
“I– I– fuck…” She lets out in a soft gasp.
“Shhh you’re doing so well. Just a little bit more, baby,” My voice disappears as I kiss her parted mouth. “Open up for me…”
She nods, allowing me to move back and forth slowly at first, taking my cock out completely and leaving only the tip, and then I plunge back into her in one go. Inch by inch, she swallows me perfectly and all I can do is let her feel it.
I remove her leg from my shoulder and turn her around, grabbing her hips and lifting her ass up into the air. “Close your eyes and feel me,” I whisper, leaning down.
“Don’t be soft,” she replies, pushing her ass back to take it. “Don’t be soft on me.”
I thrust into her, more roughly this time, harder. The sound that emerges from the collision of my thighs and her ass is fascinating. I reach down, grabbing her by the neck, pulling her up so I'm against her, and I whisper in her ear, “I love your hair, it would be a shame not to make use of it.
My fingers slip into the length of her hair as I wrap it around my fist and tighten my hold to pull her head back harder.
“If you wanted me closer, you could have just asked,” she pants confidently.
“Tell me, Mireya. How much closer do you need me?”
“Pull harder and find out,” she replies in a broken voice.
I leave a bite on her shoulder, marking her with a deep chuckle, “Brave girl.”
I’m losing control. I don’t recognize this version of myself, the one where restraint slips to focus on someone’s pleasure like my life depends on it. She’s here. She’s all mine and she trusts me.
The strokes are faster, more brutal than before, so urgent and intense that all I can see is how delicate she looks beneath me. Her long black hair falls perfectly down her back. And I curl my fingers into it, deepening our kiss as I fuck her.
I feel her tightening around my cock, but I can’t fucking stop. I want to make her see the stars she loves to watch. The ones that interest her more than anything.
Yeah, I want to make her see them as I take her harder on my bed, in my house, as she begs for more using my name.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, arms giving up on her, screaming a long agonizing Damien.
“Thank you for letting me touch you.” Thrust. “For letting me fill you up.” Thrust. “For making me feel at home even like that.” One last thrust.
I feel myself coming, my stomach contracts on its own and when I pull out, she grabs it with her hand and pushes it back in. “No… keep it. I want you to paint my insides.”
A long deep gasp escapes my lips, “Mireya…such a dirty mouth on you.”
Fuck… I don’t even feel myself losing it all the moment she says that. She takes my hand in hers and intertwines our fingers as I fill her up, whispering a long and slow fuck.
I can see my cum sliding on her thighs as I turn her back on the bed, meeting her eyes filled with tears, before taking every drop with my thumb and making her suck it. “Taste how weak I am for you.” And she does, smiling weakly. Sweet lips and soft eyes torturing me all at once.
That’s when I lay next to her, pulling her close to me.
We’re both breathing heavily, sweating and warm, only hearing the sound of the ocean coming from the window.
“Come here,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hair.
She lets out a soft laugh and for a moment, she stays close. Then she shifts, slowly, and gets up without rushing, without covering herself, like there’s nothing to hide from anymore.
“I’m going to take a shower…” she says quietly, already drifting toward the bathroom.
I sat up a little, and called gently, “Hey.”
She pauses, doesn’t turn fully and I catch her wrist first, holding her there for a second longer. Then I guide her back toward me. My hand rises to her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “You don’t have to go right now,” I say softly. “Stay with me.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and then she smiles before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m okay,” she whispers. “It was perfect.”
My hand lingers on her face a second longer than I mean it to. And then she slips away anyway. I’m stuck here, watching her disappear again.
It was perfect.