“You’re perfect,” I said, staring up at him. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His tanned skin seemed to glow in the lighting as strands of his white hair fell forward into his eyes. He lifted a hand to push them away, and the flex of his bicep had my insides clenching with need. His broad shoulders were begging for my teeth to sink into them, and the lines of his abdominal muscles taunted my fingers to run over them.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
“Perfect?” he repeated as he gripped the hem of my dress and pushed it up to my waist. “No, baby, that’d be you.”
Without a single word, he gripped the top of my dress, pulled the straps down my shoulders, and tugged the material down until my bare breasts were free. I didn’t wear a bra with my dress—I didn’t need to—and if Damien’s groan was anything to go by, he seemed to appreciate that. He left my dress bunched up at my waist and leaned back on his heels so he could roam his eyes over me.
“You’re stunning, Lana.”
My body hummed with delight as he slid his hands up my thighs, skimmed my stomach, and flattened them over my breasts. He cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze before he ran his thumbs over the hardened, sensitive pink tips. The tingling sensation drew a slight moan from me as heat pooled between my legs, an incessant throb growing with each tantalising touch.
I felt my cheeks burn when his gaze locked on the centre of my thighs.
“Lace?” he questioned without looking at me.
“I like pretty u-underwear.”
“So do I.” Damien looked up at me with fire in his eyes. “Christ, I’ll never get this image of you out of my head.”
I didn’t want him to.
“What are you goin’ to do to me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He licked his lips. “What I’ve wanted to do to you from the first moment I saw you.”
“What’s that?”
I shrieked when he gripped the hem of my underwear and yanked them from my body. If the rustled sound of fabric tearing was anything to go by, I’d say he even ripped them in the process. I could barely breathe when my thighs were parted, and Damien brought his face down to my pussy. He inhaled deeply, and I knew mortification at that moment.
“Damien!” I cried and desperately tried to shut my legs, but he didn’t let me. “Why are you sniffin’ me? Oh, God! Do you have a weird fetish or somethin’?”
He chuckled but didn’t move a muscle other than when he stopped me from wriggling.
“No,” he mused. “I’m savouring how you smell because it’s damn good.”
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 first flick of his hot, wet tongue was unexpected, and oh so delicious.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God.”
“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, Dame, Dame, Dame,” I panted as my breathing turned irregular. “Oh!”
His response was to shake his head from side to side rapidly, flicking his tongue over my clit as he moved. It sent shocks of bliss shooting up my spine.
“Oh God!” I shouted at the new sensation of pure desire 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 sensation close to pain and then numbness, before a thrashing of what I could only describe as Heaven washed over me. Then a 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 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 asleep.