Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
London
My skin trembled beneath his fingers, which softly stroked me.
His tongue glided across my neck, and I felt the warmth of his breath near my ear.
My fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, revealing his well-defined biceps and the six-pack he sported underneath.
I gasped when his hand traveled down the front of my panties.
It had been a long time since a man made me feel this way.
“Lie down,” he spoke.
I did as he asked while he took down his pants, revealing his large, rock-hard cock.
I smiled as I looked into his eyes while he gripped the sides of my panties and pulled them off.
Immediately, his tongue traveled up my inner thigh until it reached my wet opening.
A moan escaped him as his mouth explored my most sensitive area.
His hands reached up and took hold of my breasts as he fondled them, taking my hardened peaks between his fingers.
His tongue circled around me as he dipped his finger inside, sending my body into overdrive and on the brink of an orgasm.
“I want you to come for me. I’m not stopping until you do,” he spoke.
I could feel myself swelling, and exhilaration tore through me as an orgasm erupted.
I let out several moans as he continued pleasuring me.
My heart was racing as his tongue traveled up my torso, circling every inch of my skin until he made his way up to my breasts and then finally placing his mouth on mine.
He hovered over me, our lips locked together as I ran my fingers through his hair.
He broke our kiss, reached over, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom.
After putting it on, he hovered over me and slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch.
Our lips meshed as he thrust in and out.
My nails dug into the flesh of his back as we both moaned with pleasure.
He halted and rolled on his back, bringing me on top of him. I stared down at him, my hands planted firmly on his chest as I rode him. His hands groped my breasts as my body got ready to explode.
“You’re going to come again. I can feel it inside you. Don’t stop. I’m coming with you,” he panted.
At the same time, we both let out a loud moan as we orgasmed together.
“Oh my God,” he groaned as he placed his hands firmly on my hips.
I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his neck, my breath erratic as my heart pounded out of my chest. His arms tightened around me as we both lay there, waiting for our hearts to slow down. I rolled off him, and he removed the condom and set it on the nightstand.
“I like your bedroom.” I smiled.
“Thanks.” He chuckled. “I really need to get to the office. What are your plans for today?”
“I’m going to spend the day in Central Park. It looks like a beautiful day out.”
“Okay,” he said as he got up from the bed and started putting his clothes back on.
I climbed off the bed and slipped into my nightshirt.
“Have a good day at the office. Try not to work too hard.” I grinned as I placed my hand on his chest and walked out of his room.
I went up to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
Sex with Damien was amazing, and I knew I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked my email, hoping that one of the Airbnb’s I emailed last night had replied.
Nothing. I sighed as I set my phone down.
I spent the day in Central Park, exploring and taking pictures with my camera. When I returned to the penthouse, I found Damien in the media room playing pool.
“Hey.” I smiled.
“Hey. How was Central Park?”
“Wonderful. I took a bunch of pictures.”
“That’s good.” He leaned over the pool table and took a shot.
“I’m going to go upstairs.”
“Do you play pool?” he asked.
“No. I’ve never played.”
He walked over to where the sticks hung on a rack on the wall and took one out.
“If you want to try, I can teach you.”
“Sure. Just let me put my camera away. I’ll be right back.” Exhaustion settled its way inside me as I climbed up the stairs.
I set my camera on the dresser and went back downstairs to the media room.
“Okay, hot shot. Show me what you’ve got.” I smiled.
He held out a stick, and I took it from his hand.
“Choose a ball first. Then place the tip of the cue behind it.”
“Like this?” I asked as I glanced at him.
“Yes. But hold the stick close to your hip. Don’t grip it too tight. Just grip it with a relaxed hand.”
“You make this sound so dirty.” I grinned. His brow arched at me as a smirk crossed his lips. “Now place your hand on the table and place the tip of the stick between your thumb and index finger.”
“Like this?” I asked.
“Yes. Now lean forward and stare at the center of the ball.”
He stood behind me and placed his hands on my hips, moving me slightly to the center. I took in a deep breath at his touch.
“Do you mind if I shoot with you so that you get the feel of it?” he asked.
“No. Not at all.”
My heart began to beat rapidly as his body leaned against mine, and he placed his hand where mine was.
“You good?” he whispered softly in my ear.
I turned my head and stared into his eyes. “I think so,” I spoke as I stared at his lips, which were mere inches from mine.
“Are you sure?” He inched closer as his mouth met mine.
My hand let go of the pool stick, and I turned around in his arms as our soft kiss turned into a passionate one.
He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the pool table, and my legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth trailed across my neck as my hands tangled in his hair.
I was breathless and getting wetter with every stroke of his tongue.
He gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head as our lips seduced each other.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and I slid it off his shoulders.
He lifted me off the pool table, took down my pants, and then set me back on it.
My skin became heated as the anticipation of having sex on the pool table excited me.
Damien pulled a condom from his wallet and slid it over his hard cock.
“Lie down and spread your legs for me,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, my back pressed against the felt. His hand traveled up my inner thigh until his finger dipped inside me. I gasped and stared into his eyes. His other hand made its way up to my breast as he took turns fondling each one while his fingers explored me.
“You are incredibly beautiful, London. Seeing you like this has me so damn hard that it hurts.”
A moan escaped me as he bent down, and his tongue started circling around my sensitive area that was about to explode. The things he could do with his tongue were pure art and sent my body into oblivion. I panted and moaned as an orgasm tore through me.
“Beautiful.” He smiled as he looked at me.
He smashed his mouth against mine before taking hold of my hand and helping me up. He scooted me to the edge of the table and thrust himself inside me, letting out a sexy moan as he swiftly moved in and out.
“Lean back,” he said.
Placing my hands on the table, I leaned back, closed my eyes for a moment, and took in every bit of pleasure he gave me.
“Fuck yes. Oh my god, you’re so beautiful, and you feel so good. “Come with me.”
Several moans escaped me as he picked up the pace and tightened his grip on my hips.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he panted.
Another orgasm overtook me as I yelled out in ecstasy. He halted and moaned as he buried himself deep inside me and exploded.