Chapter 9
Where the hell is the room?
Upstairs, I reply.
Damiens mouth doesnt leave mine after that. His tongue feels like a living entity that courses through me, claiming me with precision as his hands move across my body, exploring and making me burn with desire for him to know me more.
The strength of his arms is almost as overwhelming as his presence alone. Damien lifts me smoothly, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me into the bedroom.
And as we move, he strips me out of my clothes.
The first thing to come off are my shoes, which are lost somewhere on the kitchen floor, far behind me.
In the middle of the hallway Damien stops and looks at me intently. His dark eyes are burning with desire as he puts me down on the floor.
His hands begin to roam my body, hot and desirous, and in one swift movement pulls them off my pants, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
Shit, Damien mumbles as he looks down at my bare legs. His body clings to mine, encouraging my lips to release a moan as I feel his erection pressing through his pants against my sex.
I moan and tangle my hands in his hair, and he lifts me up again, biting my lips as he moves forward.
The next thing to come off is my bra. Once we reach the bedroom, I pull it off, allowing him to feast on my bare breasts.
His eyes linger on the small mountains, which greet him with erect pink nipples that rise for him.
A guttural growl leaves his throat. Damien presses my back against the wall as he catches one of my breasts in his palm. His mouth lowers so his tongue can begin to fiddle with the nipple.
Immediately, a moan leaves my lips and my head tilts back. My legs press harder against his hips and I feel my wetness immediately soak my underwear.
My hands tug at the fabric and Damien gets the message. He hurries to remove his shirt, still stroking me. His skin is warm and marked by tattoos, and it brushes mine.
He carries me further into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed.
From this new perspective I can observe his virile and sensual body, so strong and masculine. The tattoos on his left arm run up his shoulder and end to below his pec in a series of images that seem to tell a story.
He has the most sculpted and worked set of abs Ive ever seen. His breathing begins to intensify and as he looks at me lying beneath him. He bites his lip, just before he begins to unbutton his pants.
You are the most sensual creature I have ever seen, he states in that husky voice, causing my insides to melt.
I clench my legs involuntarily and feel the current coursing through me, wanting more strongly than ever to feel him inside me.
Heat rises up my neck and into my head, and I know Ive been blushing, but I dont care, because I adore the intensity with which his gaze rests on my bare skin.
Damiens pants and boxers drop to the floor and reveals to me the sexiest image Ive ever seen: his naked body, and his thick cock raised in my direction.
The tip is wet from arousal. I crawl closer and glance up at him for permission.
Its yours…
I cant believe Im doing this. Im on my knees in front of Damien, and Im about to give him the best blow job of his life.
His cock is hard and thick in my hand, and I cant help but marvel at its size. I lick my lips in anticipation, and Damien groans as he watches me.
Fuck, Andrea, he mutters, his voice low and husky. You have no idea how long Ive wanted this.
I smile up at him, feeling a surge of power and desire. I love the way hes looking at me, like Im the only woman in the world who matters.
I lean forward and take him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his skin. Hes salty and musky, and I can feel his pulse beating against my tongue.
Damiens hands are in my hair, guiding me as I move up and down on his cock. I can feel him getting harder and harder, and I know hes close to the edge.
I moan softly, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He groans in response, and I can feel his muscles tensing as he gets closer and closer to orgasm.
Im going to come.
I redouble my efforts, sucking and licking him with all the skill I possess. I can feel him getting bigger and harder in my mouth, and I know hes about to explode.
With a final groan, Damien comes, his hot seed filling my mouth. I swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.
When its over, I look up at him, and Im more aroused and ready to feel him inside me.
That was fucking incredible, he says, his voice still husky with desire.
I smile, feeling a warm glow spread through my body. Ive never felt so desired, so wanted, so loved.
Do you have a condom? I ask, my voice soft and breathy.
He nods and opens it slowly, massaging his member as he puts it on which causes anxiety to start burning in my chest so hard that I want to scream.
Damien drops onto the bed, his lips against my neck as he nibbles at my skin, pulling my underwear off as his fingers begin to explore me.
Fuck... youre so wet.
I moan in response, feeling his fingers sneak inside my body as his tongue plays with my earlobe.
Everything is happening so fast that I feel dizzy and troubled at the same time, but I dont care.
The sensation of lying in his arms is more powerful than anything I have ever tasted before, and compares only to the feeling left in my body after a long performance.
His lips whisper against my ear. Turn around.
I obey, engulfed in desire as Damien nibbles on my shoulders.
His tongue starts down my back and by the time Im aware of whats happening, his hands are lifting my hips and spreading my buttocks apart.
His tongue plunges in from behind into me, delving into my body and causing moans to rise so loudly within the room that for a moment I doubt that there’s a single soul on earth that isn’t able to hear me.
My hands clench the sheets, knuckles turning white, as his lips find my most sensitive spot. He sucks gently, then with increasing fervor, eliciting a torrent of sensations Ive never before encountered.
My body trembles beneath his touch, and my mind races with the intensity of it all. The noise of my own ragged breathing fills my ears, mingling with the wet sounds of his mouth on my skin.
His hands explore my body, fingers tracing patterns over my hips and thighs, sending shivers racing up my spine. I feel an overwhelming urge to press myself closer to him, to surrender completely to the storm of pleasure building within me.
My thoughts become a jumbled mess, a chaotic whirl of desire and need. And Im drowning in the intensity of Damien and the sensations stirring through my body.
This is real. This connection between us—its undeniable.
I cling to that truth, that spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, Damien could be the one to heal the cracks in my battered heart. To show me what it means to be truly loved, flaws and all.
I arch into him, his fingers grip my ass, and Im reveling in the delicious friction as his tongue moves inside me. Teasing and tormenting, pushing me ever closer to the precipice.
I cant help but moan, the raw, guttural sound echoing through the room. The taste of salt and sweat lingers on my lips, a visceral reminder of the passion consuming us.
As he continues his relentless assault, I can feel my muscles tensing, coiling like a spring, ready to release. My nails dig into the sheets, seeking purchase as the world around me begins to blur.
Fuck…Damien… Im about to…
Come again dies on my lips as a frenzied burst of sensation overtakes me. I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Damiens hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place as I ride out the storm, gasping for breath and struggling to regain my bearings.
By the time Im conscious, my heart is racing, and I’m trying to compose myself. Damien settles onto my back then, and positions his cock against my body.
His fingers begin to stroke my hair. I gasp and turn my head, feeling for his hands, which clutch around his erection just before he thrusts into my body.
Fuck... youre so tight...
I moan his name, because I cant say or do anything else. Then he rams into me and penetrates me fully. The delicious feeling of being filled with him causes a surge of desire that I hold back to keep from coming again.
Shit... Andrea.
Damien begins to move inside me, following a rhythm that both of us as making, while his name leaves my lips again and again between moans.
This is what Ive been missing—this soul-deep connection that transcends the physical. For once, Im not just going through the motions. Im alive, every nerve ending sparking with exquisite sensation.
Dont stop, I plead, raking my nails down the taut muscles of his back. Please, Damien...
Louder, he asks me. Say my name louder.
I obey, feeling my pulse racing. Between giddy moans I say his name over and over, lost in pleasure.
He captures my lips in another searing kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he drives us both toward the edge of ecstasy. And in that endless moment before I shatter, I know—I can trust this man with the most fragile parts of me.
We climax together.
The explosion catches us both almost by surprise. An eruption of sensations floods through me, enlivening my senses and making me feel more awake than Ive ever been.
When the last tremor finally fades away, I collapse against the mattress, spent and sated. Damiens lips curl into a satisfied smile as he gazes down at me, the intensity of his gaze sending a fresh thrill through my body.
I know that I am irrevocably changed.
Damiens arms snuggle me against his body, and he grabs the sheets. His arms settle me against his chest. His hands caress my back, and my palms settle against his skin, which is hot and sweaty, feeling his breathing quicken.
I gasp because I cant do anything else as the pulses of orgasm continue to course through my body. Damien begins to slowly kiss my forehead, all the way down my face before he reaches my lips.
Dont think for a moment that this will be all I ask of you tonight, he says.
Dont worry. I wasnt expecting this to be the end.”
Good. His hands slide down my sides, palms blazing trails of fire over my curves. Because I want all of you, Andrea.
Ive never felt this way before, I confess, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. Its like youve awakened something in me.
Damien pauses, his intense gaze boring into mine. Trust me, he murmurs. This is just the beginning.
Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, stealing what little breath I had left. I melt into his kiss.
My body becomes lost in his, and I let myself go, feeling as though I need more of him. I feel like I could explode with pleasure at the thought of being his again in an unexpected and completely delicious way.
With bated breath, as my mouth loses itself in his, I realize that this has been more than sex for me.
Ive never been able to give myself to a man I dont have feelings for. Never. Not once.
It could be naivete or my hopeless romantic nature or this connection I feel between us. But I know for a fact that somewhere between Friday and Tuesday, I fell in love with Damien McAllister, and now theres no turning back.