Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“Oh God, yes!” I breathe deeply into the crook of his neck as he reaches down and grabs my thighs to lift me up.
How fucking sexy is it that he can even lift me, much less hold me in place?
I can hear the smile in his voice as he lines my sopping wet pussy up with his cock.
I groan in anticipation. He notches himself at my entrance and slowly pushes himself in.
It’s been so long for me, and I’m tight but so damn wet.
With as slow as he’s going, it’s not more than I can handle. God, I love the way this feels.
“Fuck. So damn tight. I love how your greedy cunt is gripping my dick.” His voice is tight, and I can feel him holding back, trying not to hurt me, but I’m not made of glass. I want to feel all of him. I grip the back of his neck and bite lightly.
“It’s okay, Damon. I swear I won’t break. Give me what I need. Please.”
I feel him tense, before he thrusts hard, and I cry out as he bottoms out inside of me. I’m so full, and the pressure is delicious. I tighten my thighs around his hips, showing him I’m on board with his last move. He’s still letting me get used to his girth, but I want more.
“Move…please,” I croak out.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, as his hips draw back and snap forward, and it feels so damn good.
“You are so tight, baby. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he says through clenched teeth, snapping his hips forward again, pushing himself deliciously deep.
His mouth crashes down on mine as his hips begin moving in perfect rhythm with mine.
Every thrust is liquid heat. I can’t hold back my cries as he takes me higher and higher with each thrust. He pulls off my mouth, and I bury my head in his neck, breathing his piney scent as he lights my body on fire with every stroke of his cock.
“Come for me, Jos. Come for me while I’m fucking this perfect pussy.
” His voice in my ear is low and full of gravel.
I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who’s into dirty talk, but damn.
This man. Every word has me panting harder as the pleasure spins me higher.
It’s like his voice goes straight to my clit, and I want to hear more.
Suddenly, I’m flying over the edge again, screaming his name, coming three times for this man despite never getting there with any man before him.
Only this time, it goes on and on. I ride the wave as Damon’s breathing gets heavier and his thrusts increasingly erratic.
I know he’s about to come. The thought of his cum filling me brings another round of heat.
I arch my back, meeting his thrusts with a tilt of my hips as the aftershocks of my orgasm make me shudder.
“Oh God, Jos,” he growls, as he thrusts hard and deep, shuddering through his release.
Panting, he holds me in place with his forehead pressed to mine.
He presses me gently against the wall. Seriously, how does this man do that?
Jesus, he’s in great shape. His legs are trembling slightly, but he doesn’t let me go.
If anything, he holds me tighter, pressing soft kisses to my mouth as I breathlessly wait for my heart rate to slow.
I feel cherished, and it’s everything. Sex has never been anything like this for me. No wonder my friends always talk about it. I’ve been missing out. Somehow, though, I know it wouldn’t be like this with anyone but him.
“That was….Wow,” I murmur, as he gently lowers me to the ground. My legs quake, and I cling to him for support. He nuzzles my cheek, holding me close.
“Yes…wow.” His voice is deep and hoarse as he trails tiny kisses along my jaw and up to my ear.
“So much wow.”
His hot breath on my ear makes my clit stand up and take notice, despite its recent climax.
Down girl.
My body and my mind are still floating after that amazing experience, so it takes me a few minutes to remember that we are at work. At work and naked.
“Oh shit!” I say, panic filling my voice. “We need to get dressed. Oh my God, what if one of the security guys walks in?” My workout clothes are scattered about the floor. I bolt away from Damon to gather them as quickly as possible.
My mind is chaotic with panic and feelings I don’t want to deal with right now, but underneath it all is a massive ball of anxiety. Shame and guilt bloom right along with satisfaction and euphoria. It’s a weird combination, making me agitated and breathy.
“Oh God, Damon! We had sex. At work.” I pant as I struggle to get my clothes back on. My skin is damp with sweat, so, of course, my sports bra is sticking to my skin, and I flail around trying to get it over my generous cleavage.
“Jos. Hey. Hey, slow down,” he soothes as he reaches out to help me, pulling the fabric away from my skin, then tugging it down for me.
“What if someone saw us? Oh God, that would be so bad,” I say anxiously, biting my lip with worry. I hear Damon groan as he pulls his pants up and tucks in his dress shirt. Wasn’t he wearing a tie at some point? Jesus, I need to pull it together.
“I don’t think anyone saw us.” He gives me a reassuring smile as he wraps me up in his arms again, but I’m spiraling, and I can’t seem to stop the thoughts spinning around in my head like a carnival ride.
“Come home with me, Jos,” he asks, those ice blue eyes candid and vulnerable.
It would be easy just to say yes, but my thoughts are a jumbled mess.
I feel raw and exposed. It’s all so overwhelming.
Part of me wants nothing more than to go with him, but the other, newly independent part wants some space to work through the big mess in my head.
They battle it out while Damon waits, impossibly patient.
He watches all my emotions play out on my face until finally, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Too soon?” he murmurs.
I nod. Afraid that if I open my mouth, I’ll say yes anyway, even though I know space is what I need. I feel his smile against my forehead before he gives me one last kiss.
“Okay, beautiful. Completely your call, but I’m not going anywhere.” There’s not an ounce of censure in his tone. It lightens me up inside, my positive mood rebounding.
“Walk me to my car? Please?” I ask, as I grab hold of his hand. It feels warm and perfect, a compromise I can live with for now.
“Always,” he softly replies, grabbing my gym bag that’s sitting by the treadmill.
“I just have to grab a few things from upstairs.”
“Whatever you need, Jos.” The sincerity in his tone slices right through me, and my heart swells in response to his words. This man is going to be the death of me.