Chapter 17 #2
He tongued her nipple before biting the tip. Her hips rocked against his hand, searching for the pressure she needed to send her over the edge, but he didn’t give it to her, twisting his hand to avoid grinding the heel against her clit.
She whimpered in frustration and chased his movements, not finding what she needed.
He fucking loved seeing her needing him. Hanging on the edge and in danger of falling but not able to go without him.
He was right there with her.
Damien smiled as he nibbled his way down her body, making more space between her thighs for himself. His fingers pounded into her, her moisture soaking his hand more with each thrust into her body.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Are you going to come for me, Harmony?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Are you going to come before I put my lips on you? Or do you want me to suck you dry?”
“Suck me. Please suck— Oh, yes!”
He closed his teeth over her clit for half a second, then sucked her hard into his mouth, fracturing her words as her body gushed into his waiting palm.
Damien sucked harder, flicking the tiny nub with his tongue while he held it free of its cover in his mouth.
“Oh, God. Oh fuck. Yes. Oh, Damien. Yes, yes, yes! More. Please. Yes. Oh, shit yes!”
Her words spurred him on, a third finger pressing into her, all three of them curling deep inside her as she begged and cried and came all at the same time.
He released the hold on her clit and licked her clean from where his fingers continued to pump inside her back to her clit, tonguing the bud again to test her sensitivity.
She moaned.
Fuck, he loved a woman who could come multiple times. His dick wasn’t so happy to have to wait, but the arrogant side of him loved knowing he was making his woman come until she couldn’t move.
He twisted his fingers and scissored them inside her, brushing different spots within her channel as he blew cool air on her clit.
She half sat up, drawing his gaze up her body as she yanked her tee over her head. She slumped back onto the couch, her hands going to her breasts as she watched him.
“Do you like watching me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I love the way you taste. How you explode on my tongue and fill all of me. I love that flush working its way up your chest. Follow it with your hands, Harmony. Touch yourself like I would. Let me watch you while I suck you.”
“Fuck,” she hissed, but she listened. Her hands slid over her breasts, tweaking her nipples before climbing her body to her neck. They slid back down as Damien sucked her clit back into his mouth. “Yes.”
He watched her fingers circle her nipples, her short nails dancing around the perky buds before pinching into her skin and making her moan.
His fingers inside her faltered as the erotic vision in front of him threatened to send him over the edge. He wasn’t going to last much longer, which meant he needed her to come hard and fast.
He nipped at her clit, knowing it sent a jolt through her when her core locked down on his fingers. He took a chance and added another finger, stretching her wide with all four of his fingers inside her body.
All she did was moan louder.
Fuck, the woman was made for him. He growled and closed his lips over her clit, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue as he worked his hand inside her.
She pinched her nipples with her nails and flooded his palm, coming with a scream and a violent shake of her body that sent him flying off her.
He chased her clit with his tongue extended, but her movements were too fast and unpredictable. When she finally slowed, he kissed her clit.
She whimpered and moved away from him.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed his way up her body. He wiped his hand on his flannel pants and shoved them to his knees, thankful he’d had the foresight to grab a condom before he left the bedroom.
She reached for him, stroking him once before she noticed the condom in his hand. A smile curled her lips and lit her eyes. “I like the way you think.”
Damien chuckled and rolled the condom on, kicking out of his pants as he joined her on the couch again. He pressed into her without an ounce of resistance from her well-stretched body.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” she moaned.
“Hell yes,” he agreed.
She lifted one leg onto the back of the couch and wrapped her other around his hip, spreading herself wide for him to sink all the way into her. “Yes.”
Damien started slow, knowing her body was sensitive from his fingers and mouth. He ached to pound into her, but seeing the lazy smile on her face and the glassy look in her eyes had him slowing down to make it last even longer.
“I like seeing your face,” she whispered.
He grinned. “I was just thinking the same thing. You look very satisfied.”
She chuckled, a thick, raspy sound. “I am more than satisfied.”
“I aim to please.”
“You don’t miss.”
He slammed into her, making them both gasp.
“Do that again,” she whispered.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I want you to love me like you need to. I want to feel your body hit mine. I want to know you’ve gotten what you need from me the way you always give me what I need.”
“I love you, Harmony.”
“I love you, Damien.”
The words snapped something deep inside him, somewhere deeper than where they were connected. He lost all sense of carefulness and let her see the man he hid from the world, the man he didn’t want anyone to know.
Except the woman he loved. The woman who loved him. The woman who deserved to see him lose control. See him at his most vulnerable.
He didn’t need to hide what he needed from her. He didn’t need to hide anything from her.
He grabbed her ankle and stretched her leg as far as he could reach. He stared down at her pussy as he fucked her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Disappearing into you, seeing you take all of me, fuck, Harmony. Your pussy is just swallowing me up.”
“Keep talking.”
“Squeeze my dick. Let me feel that pussy get tight around me.”
She did as he asked, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Oh, fuck, beautiful. I love feeling every inch of you on my dick. I still taste your come on my tongue. I didn’t want to stop licking you. You’re still wet, your pussy wanting to come again. Are you going to come again for me? Are you going to come while I fuck you?”
“I might.”
“Oh, beautiful, I hope you do. Touch your clit. Rub it until you scream my name while I watch your pussy gush all around my dick.”
He didn’t even finish his request before her fingers were flying over her clit. She rubbed it fast, two fingers pinching and tugging before rubbing it hard.
He felt her coming before she made a noise. He leaned over her, trapping her hand between them as he pounded into her, the friction of his body adding to her fingers and prolonging her orgasm as he lost it, fracturing around her, with her, inside her.
Her hand rubbed lazy patterns on his back when he came to. He’d collapsed onto her, blacking out from the intensity of his orgasm.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he breathed, trying to push off her.
“Don’t go yet,” she whispered.
“I’m crushing you.”
“I like feeling you on top of me. Inside me. I feel safe. Protected.”
He kissed her lips softly. “Thank you.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”