30. Damien
Damien
H elp her remember.
Ella’s fingers gripped the sheets as my kisses neared her core. Spreading her knees apart, I teased her warm, wet pussy with my tongue. As her hips bucked, I remembered the text message I’d sent. Moving my kisses higher, I climbed over her until our lips met. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling me toward her. We were two people hungry for one another.
Ravished.
Starved.
Ella was no innocent spectator in this tango.
Her passion knew no bounds as she reached for my shirt, hastily undoing the buttons. With the shirt gaping open, I leaned over her, bringing my nose to hers. “I remembered something else.”
Her eyes opened, giving me a magical and quizzical view.
“What do you remember?”
“A text message I sent you.”
Thoughts swirled in her orbs before Ella gasped and covered her eyes with one hand. “I can’t do that.”
She never had, not with me. Ella was good with me going down on her, but the idea of her sitting on my face had always been a bridge too far.
“You can,” I reassured.
“I’m embarrassed.”
“My tongue was just in your cunt. I want it back there. It’s the same thing.”
“It’s not.” When I didn’t respond, she widened her eyes. “Damien…”
I cupped her cheek with my palm. “I remember everything. Let’s make new memories, too.” I saw the hesitation in her expression. “If you hate it, you can stop it.”
“If you hate it…”
A laugh bubbled from my throat. “I most definitely will not hate it.” Flopping on my back, I scooted toward the pillows.
Ella sat up and shook her head.
“You’re saying no?” I tilted my face with a grin. “You’re wounding my confidence.”
Her lips quirked, bringing the tips upward. “Your confidence is fine. I’m not saying no to…” Pink rose from her breasts to her neck and cheeks.
“Sitting on my face,” I said, offering her the rest of the sentence.
“Yes…to that. I’m saying it’s not happening with the gross inequality in our clothing.”
I liked the inequality. I could deal with her naked twenty-four hours a day. “I don’t need to be naked to eat you.”
“I want you naked.” She moved to her knees and crawled toward me.
Fuck, the look she was giving me was sexy as hell. Her hair tousled, swaying with each movement. With her swollen lips pursed, and a sultry gleam in her eyes, she was a seductress—a siren—calling to me. Unlike those of Greek mythology, Ella wasn’t luring me to my destruction. Even if she were, I’d never turn away.
I offered no resistance as she pulled my shirt over my shoulders and tugged at each arm. The belt joined the shirt on the floor, followed by my pants. It was as she reached for the waistband on my boxers that I stopped her. “I’m going to come if you do that.”
“Then I won’t…”
Her inability or unwillingness to say ‘sit on your face’ made me grin. “You will. After you scream my name and allow me to lick you clean, then the boxers will come off because I’ll be so damn hard, I will need to fuck you.” Laying my head on the pillow, I give her my best smile. “Come on, Ella. It’s time to come.”
She sucked in a deep breath and nibbled her upper lip.
Curling my finger, I bid her closer.
Reluctantly, she obeyed. It was when she placed her calves on each side of my face that I saw what I’ll never forget. “Your pussy is beautiful from this angle.” I held on to her legs, holding her in place as I waited for her to lower herself. Straining my neck, I ran my tongue between her folds.
“Daaaamien.”
“Come down on me.”
Though my patience was stretched, I continued to coax, wanting her to do this on her own. “You smell fucking delicious.”
Releasing her legs, I slid my hand up her stomach, splaying my fingers. I did the same with the other hand on her back, feeling the way her spine arched. My touch moved upward, cupping her breasts, and tweaking her nipples. By the rapidness of her breathing and the soft moans filling my ears, I could tell my ministrations were effective.
“That’s it. Let me make you feel good.”
Slowly, she relaxed, easing her stance as I continued my caressing. When she was close enough, I parted her with my tongue. Her back arched even farther, her long locks swaying over my legs as her moans grew louder. Loving the noises she made, I did it again. This time I swirled her clit and gently nipped it.
Ella screamed as she reacted, her body shivering under my touch.
“Do you hate this?” I asked between sucking and lapping.
“God…no.” Her body stiffened, and I realized she was sitting forward, gripping the headboard.
Holding her in place, I took over, virtually unaware of what exactly I was doing. I was too enthralled with the noises coming from above. It was as she called out my name and her legs trembled that I sucked, drinking her sweet essence. Finally, she fell to the side of me, still breathing quickly with her cheeks flushed. Lifting my face over hers, I smiled. “It was hard to tell. Did you hate it?”
She shook her head. “I’m…done—done for the night—and it’s your fault.”
“You’re not done, and I take full responsibility. Rinse and repeat, remember?” Before she could answer, I tugged my boxer shorts off and made my way between her outstretched legs. “I’m fucking hard as a rock.”
When I was over her, Ella’s lips curled into a smile. “I know I don’t hate this.”
My eyes closed as I slid inside her. “Damn, you’re tight.” Inch by inch, her pussy hugged me. It was like trying to don a glove two sizes too small.
Her neck stretched as we became one, her breasts lifted to my lips. I sucked one nipple and then the other as I found our rhythm. Once she again began to respond, I pulled out and flipped her to her stomach. Lifting her ass in the air, I ran my finger from her cunt to her tight ring of muscles.
“Damien,” she scolded.
“You won’t hate that either.”
Ella craned her neck and met my gaze. “Let’s spread the new memories out beyond one night.”
Damn, she was gorgeous with her round ass in the air, her hair mussed, and red patches from my facial hair adorning her skin. I didn’t argue as I plunged deep back into her pussy.
“Fuck.”
“Yes,” she called. “Not hating. I’m so full.”
The position was heaven. My speed increased as I held tightly to her hips. The suite filled with the sounds of two bodies slapping against one another. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit together with perfection. Perspiration coated my skin as Ella’s cunt spasmed, strangling my cock. It was the striking of the match that resulted in an out-of-control wildfire. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Holding her with an iron grip, my balls drew tight, and I exploded time and time again, filling her with my seed.
It wasn’t until I broke our connection, fell to the pillow at her side, and pulled her warm body against mine that I realized I’d forgotten to wear a condom. We’d been skin to skin before when we were a couple. Maybe this was my subconscious saying I wanted that again.
I kissed her hair as she curled into my side. “I never forgot.”
Ella looked up at me. “Me either.”