Chapter 33
Elene
Of course, my tears confuse him. He parts from my hot, dripping center with a final kiss, and then sits up straight, his heat-filled eyes trailing along the sweaty curves of my shaking body. I'm a good girl and never left the position he ordered me to take. My hands still meet, pinned to the floor, at the wrists above my head, with nothing except for me obeying his command as my incentive for keeping them there.
I'm writhing as I try to suppress the tears that threaten to fall. My legs are still spread wide and my tortured tits still throbbing with a slight afterburn.
He's hovering above me, blocking the light from the overhead fixture from blinding me. All I see is his gorgeous face, and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"Hey, hey," he says in a soft voice, stroking the side of my face tenderly, where a strand of hair is sticking to my wet cheek.
"I'm so—"
He beckons me to remain quiet by placing his index finger on my lips.
"You know I hate that," he whispers, using a tone of warning.
A shy smile plays at the corners of my mouth. I feel weak, as if my body has turned into jelly, and I find I’m unable to support myself when he helps me to sit up. He reaches for my arms first, finally allowing me to lower them as he gathers me up in his strong arms. I sigh with relief when his warmth surrounds me, an overriding feeling of comfort consuming my senses from being pressed against his hard chest and his muscular arms wrapped protectively around my shoulders. I close my eyes.
We remain like that, two bodies breathing in sync, locking in one another's arms. I feel as if I’m melting into him, relaxation and trust finally overturning the sting of disappointment. My eyes fixate on his rock-hard length when I open them sleepily. I reach for him on instinct, expecting him to push me aside as I reach into his lap. To my surprise, he doesn't stop me. Instead, he lets out a soft moan when I close my hand around his girth, stroking it with gentle motions.
"Why, Damon?" I breathe. "Why won't you fuck me?"
He squeezes me in his embrace. "Who said I won't?"
"Then when?" I wonder out loud, tilting my head back to look up at him. "Why not just do it now?"
The smile that encompasses his face has a tinge of somber darkness.
"I wanted to taste you as you came," he says nonchalantly. "There are too many things I wanted from you before burying my dick between your legs."
He places a finger below my chin, tilting my head back a little more before leaning down for a kiss. His lips barely touch mine, only brushing them. Even now, he's making me ask for it. I stretch up, claiming for myself what he's so reluctant to give. He doesn't retreat but welcomes my need for more. This is his game, his way of ensuring he gets everything I'm willing to give, but nothing more.
Our kiss is sensual, but also patient and almost innocent compared to the one we shared before he made me come on his tongue. I'm the one to break it, searching his gray eyes for a clue to what he seems to be hiding from me.
"Things you wanted from me," I repeat. "Past tense."
He nods with a reflective smile, but doesn't say a word.
"So, did you get everything you wanted?" I ask. "Is it time yet for me to finally get what I want?"
I never noticed his dimple before, the one that appears on his left cheek when he smirks in a certain way. Maybe it doesn't show with a simple smile, but only when he makes a face like the one he’s making now. There's an intimacy to that smirk, something I want to believe he doesn't share with a lot of people.
"Well, I made you dance on my fingers. I felt you climax while I was inside of you. You exploded on my tongue, I tasted you while you were riding that last orgasm," he lists, pausing as he licks his lips. "Damn, that was delicious."
I blush at the thought of him eating me out. Years in my profession should have hardened me to such eroticism, but somewhere buried deep inside me is that young, chaste schoolgirl I was before I became a high-class escort.
"And still, you look like that when I talk about the things I did to you," he says, shaking his head. "Why does it feel like I'd be corrupting you if I'd fuck you?"
"Corrupting me?"
He nods. "I might take more than you're ready to give."
"Is that what you're worried about?" I ask, a bitter laugh escaping me as I shake my head at his nonsensical comment. "I may not look like it, but I can handle more than you think, Damon."
His eyes flicker, suggesting that when I speak his name, it has the same effect on him as it does to me when he says mine. There's a certain intimacy that neither one of us is accustomed to.
I increase the pressure on his cock by tightening my grip around it. The moan that flees his lips sends a tickle of pleasure radiating down into my core. I've just recovered from the most recent high he forced on me, but my body is still begging for more, still begging for him to be buried inside me.
"I might eat you alive," he breathes, as I continue stroking his massive length. "Jeez, Elene, if you keep doing that..."
"Then what?" I say seductively, casting him a cheeky wink. "You'll eat me alive? Go ahead."
His eyes are dark, just slits, as he zeroes in on me, and his breathing is erratic, as I continue doing to him what he did to me. I make sure to brush along the most sensitive spot along the lower part of his tip every time my hand moves up, before squeezing his rod with all the strength I have in my persistent vertical motions along his shaft. My slow, deliberate movements are evoking sparks of pleasure throughout his system.
He closes his eyes, pressing his lips together as he revels in my kindling touch. My breath catches as I watch him, tension sizzling and encapsulating the small space between us, and I ponder my next move.
Should I?
I don't give room to any apprehension that could deny me what I seek most, and decide to follow my instinct. I gather myself up, ignoring the pinching tingle in my numb leg as I straddle his center in one quick motion. His eyes swing open in surprise, catching mine as he's now the one looking up at me. He fights to shake his head at me, his long, thick hardness slapping at his belly.
"If you're too shy, then I will have to eat you alive," I breathe, my face so close to his that our noses bump.
He tries again to protest, but not fast enough. I manage to paralyze him by grinding against his length, my hot, wet entrance dangerously close to him.
"Shit, Elene," he breathes, unable to stop himself from lifting his hips in rhythmic motions.
I feel powerful, and my heart is racing as I feel his bulky tip pressing against my folds. I continue grinding against him, moving closer with each swipe of my hips, my throbbing nub colliding with his rock-hard shaft. We moan loudly and hungrily in unison, both of our bodies begging to be united, but neither of us willing to take the final step.
Until one of us does.
I don't know what happens first, whether it’s his hands landing on either side of my hips, pulling me closer, or me tilting my pelvis until the tip of his hard as rock cock parts my lips. Everything happens in perfect harmony, orchestrated by two people who know what they want, who know what they're about to do.
My chest heaves when I finally lower myself down onto him, his steeled dick parting me forcefully as he glides into me, stretching my canal inch by inch. I groan as I throw my head back, savoring every moment as my body clenches around his impressive proportions. It hurts. It physically hurts to take him in, despite the many men I’ve been with before him. I have never been this enlivened, this ready to feel a man pumping inside me, and the sheer spark mixed with his enormous volume is enough to almost send me over the edge right then and there as he first plunges into me.
I struggle for breath, trying to keep my body in check. Not yet, not yet. I can't come again, not this soon.
We groan in unison when I manage to burrow all of him to the hilt, my split lips pressing against his pelvis as he fills me up completely, like no one ever has before.
"Fuck," I hiss, moving my hips slightly to accommodate him.
He casts me a wicked smile. "Do you really want that monster to run wild?"
I bend my hips slightly, reciprocating his smile as I nod in consensus. He may be more than I have ever had to handle, in every way, but no, he's not too much for me.
He digs his fingers into the flesh on my hips, encouraging me to move, a demand I obey with pleasure. I hold on to his shoulders, slowly ascending my hips, stopping just before his fat tip leaves my core, and then I plunge back down on him again.
"Good girl," he praises. I continue riding his massive beast, writhing my hips at an angle to accommodate him. Each plunge sends a blissful flare blazing through my core, reminding me how close I am to my next climax.
I mewl with delight when his hand lands on my ass, meeting my pale skin with molten iron, a pain that spices our play in just the right way. It also accelerates my movements, causing me to break into a sweat as I ride him voraciously.
I'm panting for air by the time he insists that I stop. I knew he wouldn't allow me to be in control for long, and as much as I enjoyed it, I'm more than happy to give the reins back to him. Damon wraps his arms around me, our bodies never parting from each other when he turns us around, lowering me to the floor, so that I’m lying on my back with my legs spread and my hands still clasped onto his shoulders. He doesn't pause for even a second before plunging back into me, thrusting violently right away, evoking gasps with every brute shove. I'm short of breath, inhaling audibly every time he pulls back and puffing with an ever-heightening buzz every time he plows back into me. He's on top of me, his hands placed left and right of my face, his ripped biceps tense and strong to support himself.
"Look at me," he utters his usual command under short breaths.
My eyes get lost in the gray depth of his, and I see his orbs widen when he locks onto mine. He lowers himself down onto his elbows, giving him added leverage for ramming his carnal lust into my depths while my back is against the carpet. Still, I'm fighting off my own impending climax. He feels so good, so close and intimate, as if he's not fucking my body but my soul. It's more than just feeling full, stretched. There's a connection between us, a connection I have sensed with him before, but it's never been this strong.
My hands leave his shoulders, weaving along the ripped outline of his chest where pearls of sweat are starting to bead. I wrap my legs more tightly around his waist, clinging on to him and drawing him in even further, my naked feet likely bruising his toned ass. This changes his angle, so that he’s applying pressure on my clit at the same time he continues jamming his cock into me.
"Shit," I hiss as I realize I can't prevent it any longer. The first jolts are already playing havoc with my center when the curse leaves my lips.
I don't have to tell him. The way his face lights up when I'm overrun with hasty pleasure is telling enough. He can feel my muscles clenching around him, and he sees it in my eyes — just as I can see it in his. In an equal expression of blissful euphoria, finding his release deep inside of me. A feral groan escapes his lips as he coats my inside with his hot seed, adding two, three more deep pounding thrusts before collapsing exhausted on top of me. He barely manages to support himself so he won't suffocate me.
His body melts into mine. Both of us are still breathing heavily, our bodies throbbing with fulfilled need as we lie there together, our limbs intertwined and his hardness still buried between my legs. My limbs are wrapped around him, holding him close as if I were terrified of losing him.
And to be honest… I am.