If I ever spoke to him again after this, it would be too soon.
“This is indecent!” I stated, my entire face burning. “You can’t just—Damien!”
The flick of his hot wet tongue was unexpected and oh so delicious.
“Holy Mary Mother of God.” I exhaled.
“Pray to whoever you want, Freckles. No one can save you from me now.”
With that said, he began to lick and suck on my pussy lips then he used his tongue to part them. I felt myself go cross-eyed, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips in his face. His tongue slid up the trail of slick heat until he curled it around my clit and gifted me with a sensation I never knew existed.
I reached down with my hand, tangled my fingers in his hair, and held on for dear life.
He applied pressure as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, and the action sucked the air out of me. It was too much sensation—too much of a new sensation—for my body to handle. I couldn’t lie still, so Damien hooked his arms around my thighs and applied heavy-handed pressure on them, which helped to keep me in place.
“Dame.” I panted as my breathing turned irregular.
His response was to rapidly shake his head from side to side, flicking his tongue over my clit as he moved, sending shocks of bliss shooting up my spine.
“Oh God,” I shouted at the new sensation it brought. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
I screamed for only a second before I sucked in air, holding it in my lungs as mounting pleasure suddenly caused my thighs to quiver with anticipation. For a second, I felt a sharp pain then numbness before a thrashing of what I could only describe as Heaven washed over me. The throbbing of delight exploded through me. My muscles contracted in response as if they were cheering on the sensation that curled around them.
I released the breath I was holding when my lungs demanded I do so. I didn’t even realise that I had closed my eyes, but I couldn’t open them if I wanted to, so it didn’t even matter. My limbs became lax as all traces of energy fled, and it was all I could do not to fall to sleep.
“You’re so beautiful, Freckles,” Damien’s voice rasped as he parted my thighs farther apart. “I’m sorry if this hurts.”
That was the only warning he gave me before my insides screamed as they were stretched and invaded. My eyes flew open, and a strangled whimper passed my lips. My hands latched onto Damien’s thick arms as he stilled inside me, and my back arched as a pinch of pain cut through my core.
“It’ll pass,” Damien whispered, his voice hoarse.
He lowered his head and kissed me with so much tenderness and care it was easy to focus on his lips instead of the pain. He whispered words of encouragement against my swollen lips, and brushed the tip of his nose my cheek before he rested his forehead on mine and stared deeply into my eyes.
We were one in that moment.
Before long, I wriggled my hips, pulling a pained groan from Damien who was trying his hardest to remain as still as a statue. I wriggled once more and only felt a slight bit of discomfort, but to my surprise, the stinging pain had subsided completely. The second I hummed, Damien took it as a green light to move. When he withdrew slowly and thrust back in, my muscles tightened.
It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel good either.
“Relax, baby,” he rasped. “You’re squeezing me like a vice.”
“You relax!” I countered. “It feels like a melon is bein’ shoved up me.”
Damien had the nerve to chuckle, and it held my attention, but when he withdrew and thrust back into my body, I allowed my head to fall back against the bed as I moaned. He fell into a rhythm, and it took away my ability to think coherently, let alone speak.
“Christ,” Damien breathed as he lowered his head and planted kisses along my neck. “You feel incredible.”
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, hooking my ankles over the other to lock them in place. I couldn’t control how vocal I was, especially when every thrust sent a ripple of shivers over my body and made me hunger for more.
“Oh!” I gasped when a lick of pleasure curled around my inner muscles.
“Yeah,” Damien rasped. “Oh!”
“Keep doin’ that,” I panted. “Oh, keep doin’ that!”
“I couldn’t stop if you paid me,” Damien replied, sweat beading on his forehead.
Fast and hard poundings replaced the slow and gentle thrusts. I dug my fingers into Damien’s flesh when the desire to bite something struck. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. Like an animal I leaned forward, and latched my teeth onto his neck and bit down. Damien thrust into me so hard in response a resounding slap echoed the room.