DAMIEN

 

 

She bit her bottom lip while I slowly pulled off her top, exposing her bare breasts. Immediately sucking her nipple into my mouth, flicking and swirling my tongue before moving over to the other hardened peak, making her moan in pleasure. Forcefully yet gently, playing with her sensitive bud until she was completely at my mercy.

I kissed and licked my way down to her stomach, her body responding to every sensation my tongue was inflicting. Everywhere I touched left behind a trail of fire. The feelings lingering on each caress of her delicate skin, burning from the aftereffects. I positioned myself slightly on my knees, gazing up at her through the slits of my heavy eyes. My fingers laced into the sides of her cotton shorts and yanked them off in one quick, sudden movement. Discarding them beside her shirt.

I scoffed out a chuckle, “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?”

She arched an eyebrow, looking down at me with sin in her eyes. “I haven’t been wearing panties this entire trip.” She winked, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

The mood turned light for only a second before I drank in her luscious, goddamn naked body that had me weak in the knees. I hadn’t seen her bare, tan skin in thirteen years. Our last encounter didn’t count because she was still partially clothed. Barely showing me what she was now. I looked at her everywhere except her eyes, wanting to remember every curve of her figure.

Branding her with my heated gaze.

Searing her.

Consuming her.  

Her body had matured, her perky breasts were fuller, heavier, and fucking mind-blowing. Her narrow waist appeared slimmer, accentuating her curvy hips and slender thighs. My eyes continued to wander until they fell upon where I wanted to look the most—her pussy. My fingers slowly spread her lips, noticing she was slick and wet, and fucking perfect. I wanted nothing more than to devour her all over again.

“No one has ever looked at me the way you do,” she breathed out.

“No one has ever loved you the way I do.” I locked eyes with her heated stare that mirrored mine, huskily groaning, “I can still taste your sweet little cunt in my mouth.” Kissing her soft stomach, leaving small pecks in a straight line, I stopped just above her pubic bone to place her trembling legs on my shoulders. Roughly gripping onto her thighs, I thrust her pussy toward my mouth.

She gasped a heady breath, turned on but startled by my aggressive gesture. I took my time, savoring the taste of her silky thighs against my lips and unshaven face. Inch by inch, making her pant beneath me as I descended toward my final destination, working her into a frenzy. Kissing, licking, biting the sides of her core and all over her lips. Inhaling her addicting scent of arousal mixed with the sweet smell of her pussy. Finally, ending my tantalizing fucking torture with a kiss on her clit, fighting the urge to suck it into my mouth and bury my face in between her legs.

“Beg me, Muñeca. Beg me to make you come,” I growled against her skin, continuing my assault on every sensitive spot except where we both wanted my tongue the most. Biting hard enough to leave marks in my wake.

She sat up on her elbows, stirring, “Please, Damien… please make me come…” Causing her back to arch when I plunged my tongue into her opening.

So deep.

So hard.

So fucking demanding.

Needing to taste her.

“Damien…” she purred out my name, fisting her hand in my hair, using the other to support her weight.

I glided my tongue up to her clit and sucked it into my hungry mouth, giving her pussy a soft lick before I peered up at her again with a greedy glare. “You like when I fuck you with my tongue, Muñeca?” I baited. “Te voy a signar con mi lengua hasta que te vengas tanto que se te olvide tu nombre y solo recuerdes el mio,” adding, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come so hard that you forget your name and only remember mine.” I did just that, sucking her clit back into my mouth and lapping at her nub.

Her eyes closed and her head fell back, grinding her hips in a back and forth motion against my lips and tongue. I started off slow at first, making love to her with my mouth. Guiding my head from side to side and then up and down. Her hand tightly clutched onto my hair again, almost like she was trying to rip it the fuck out. Making my cock throb so fucking hard against the zipper of my slacks. Licking her juices, building up her wetness with each lap of my tongue. Her eyes found mine when I finally slid two fingers into her warm, welcoming heat.

Getting her nice and ready for me.

She breathed out, “Fuck… Damien…”

“Oh, you like that, eh? Where, baby? Right here?” I hit her g-spot, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. “Or…” I pulled my fingers out, instantly yielding a whimper from her throat at the loss of my touch. Swiftly moving my middle finger down to her ass. Her frame stiffening only for a moment as I gruffly rasped, “Let me in, Muñeca.”

She relaxed, allowing my finger to slowly glide into her tight puckered hole. The wetness from her pussy making it easier to do so. Aiming my finger directly toward her lower abdomen. “Here?” I taunted, hitting her sweet spot from the back.

“Oh, God…”

I witnessed her unraveling from the inside out with juices dripping out of her core. Possessing every last fiber of her being and, because I’m a dirty fucking bastard, I didn’t just stop there. With my free hand, I thrusted two fingers back into her soaking wet cunt. Simultaneously hitting her g-spot while finger fucking both of her holes at the same time. Returning my mouth back to her clit, never taking my eyes off hers as I picked up the pace of my passionate torture on her body.  I wanted to see what I was eliciting through her stare, only fueling my desire to have her watch me make her come.

“Whose pussy is this, Amira? Whose ass is this? Whose body is this? Who fucking owns you? Hmm…” I hummed with her clit in my mouth.

She moaned in response.

“Tell me? Tell me who do you fucking belong to?” I demanded, sucking her clit with more determination while thrusting my fingers harder, faster.

Soaking the palm of my hand.

Drenching my chin and neck.

Causing her to lose her fucking mind.

Shaking.

Seeping.

Surrendering.

“You… you do…”

I grinned with her clit in my mouth, groaning, “Come for me, baby.”

Her body shook so fucking violently like a volcano ready to fucking erupt from the pressure, the pleasure. Seconds later she came hard, screaming out, “Damien!”

“That’s right, baby… it will only be my name you’ll ever scream from now on.” Flicking my tongue one last time on her clit, I let her ride out her orgasm on my face until her body went lax beneath me. Her legs loosely hanging from my shoulders, her hands falling to her sides. I pulled out my fingers, licking her clean from her ass to her opening. Bringing the two fingers from her pussy up to my mouth to suck them clean too.

“You, Muñeca, are the best thing I’ve eaten all fucking day. You taste like mine.”

Through hooded eyes, she watched as I crawled up her body. Placing my muscular frame on top of hers.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, Muñeca? Slipped your fingers into your tight little hole and fucked yourself to the images of me fucking you?” I took what I wanted before she could reply, desperately kissing her, making her erotically and seductively savor her juices off my lips and tongue. “See how sweet your pussy tastes? See how wet you get for me and only me?” I possessively stated, and she moaned into my mouth. Loving the salty flavor as much as I fucking did.

I sat back on my knees in between kissing her and tore off my shirt by pulling it up from the back and over my head. Throwing it beside the rest of her stuff in a pile. Her hands reached for the button of my slacks, eagerly pulling out my hard, throbbing dick.

I groaned, “You make my cock so hard when you come all over my face. Stroke it, baby… stroke it really fucking hard. You own my cock, just like you own my goddamn heart.”

“I want you in my mouth,” she hissed, leaning forward. Ready to take every inch of my shaft in between her pouty little lips. Her tongue leisurely licking around the head of my cock, producing a disgruntled groan from deep within my chest.

“Later, baby, when I take you to bed. Right now, damelo, mamita,” I ordered in a deep, dark, husky tone. “Give it to me, baby.” Grabbing my cock out of her small hands, my dick unable to take it any longer, and fuck me…

Neither could I.

Placing my shaft along her pussy, I soaked the tip with her wetness, parting her lips. Slowly and deliberately swaying up and down. Knowing her clit was still sensitive from my relentless tongue and it wouldn’t take long before I had her coming undone, getting off again.

“Please…” was all she could say, begging for my cock. Needing me to bury myself inside her as much as I needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me.

She didn’t have to wait long, I positioned my dick at her opening and slowly thrust my way in. Deliberately taking my time, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Losing my goddamn mind in her fucking tight, wet cunt, reveling in how fucking perfect she felt. I kissed her all over her face, her neck, her breasts, and back to her lips.

Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had to look at her.

I had to watch her.

I had to make sweet love to her.

Once I was balls deep inside, I stopped. Needing to feel every inch of her pussy wrapped around my cock. My memories didn’t compare to the feelings and emotions wreaking mayhem on my mind when my body was on top of hers.

“Fuck me, Amira. You feel like everything I ever wanted and didn’t think I could ever fucking have.”

“I know, Damien, I know. But if you don’t start moving and making love to me… I’m going to die,” she baited in a desperate tone.

I glared possessively into her eyes. "Not until you tell me when was the last time someone fucked what’s mine?”

She gazed at me through her lashes, purring, “Not since way before I saw you in Detroit for the first time.”

  I scoffed out a chuckle and began to move, bending her thigh up, angling myself right at her sweet spot. I swear she got even wetter when I thrust in and out at a persistent pace. Quick, quick, slow like two bodies doing the fucking tango, repeating the same sinful motion, bringing her to the edge and back, over and over again. Her hands gripped the blanket beneath us, twisting and turning with every thrust. I could feel her pleasure on the tip of my cock, and Jesus Christ did it feel amazing. Sensing an immense amount of pressure on the head of my cock from the squeezing motion of her thighs and ass. Building up stronger and harder, faster and faster. I could feel her clamping on tighter and tighter with each push and pull.

With each moan that escaped her lips.

With each deep thrust of my cock.

With each clench of her pussy, stirring down to my balls.

She came…

And came…

And just kept on fucking coming.

I rested my forehead on hers and stared into her glossy, hazed eyes. Our hearts pounding, our skin covered in sweat, and our lungs completely out of breath. Making love right under our constellations, completely oblivious to everything around us. Lost in our abandonment.

In our own world.

In our own everything.

I grinned, flipping us over, and placing her on top of me. Gripping onto her ass, gritting out, “Ride my cock, Muñeca.”

“Yes…” she purred, breathless. Slowly rocking her hips until she got used to the feeling of my shaft deep inside of her from a different angle. Placing her hands on my chest for more leverage, bouncing faster and harder.

I took her nipple into my mouth, kneading her other breast, unable to get enough of her. Causing her head to roll back with another moan escaping deep down in her throat. All I could hear was desire over the waves crashing into the shore, mimicking the rhythm of our hearts as I fondled her breasts and sucked on her nipples.

I moved one of my hands to her clit, causing her breathing to escalate as soon as she realized what I was about to do. Encouraging me, bucking her hips forward.

“Yeah, baby. Take my cock. Just like that… Fuck me harder… just like that,” I growled from deep within my chest. “Fuck my cock.”

I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Vaguely feeling her shiver from the ocean breeze hitting her sweat-soaked skin as she leaned in to kiss me more aggressively than before. I grabbed the back of her neck, wanting to bring her closer, needing her body to cover mine. Our lips moving on their own accord, no longer having any control over our actions.

I kissed her jawline, to her neck, and deliberately made my way back to her lips. Her delicate hands moved down my chest, wanting to feel my skin against her fingertips.

“Goddamn… you feel so fucking good,” I groaned, thrusting my hips upward. Roughly gripping onto her hips once again. Moving her harder, faster, for her pleasure and mine. I could feel her g-spot on my tip, fueling the need to fuck her till she couldn’t think of anything else but my cock. Her body on the verge of exploding as she rode out my vigorous assault.

My pace increased as I made her ride me as hard as she could, unable to get enough of her pussy.

Of her orgasms.

And of her fucking coming.

Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, waiting to fall over the edge. Together. I plunged my tongue into her mouth when I felt her pussy throb against my cock, pulsating long and fucking tight. Muffling her screams.

Her quivering was my undoing.

She was my undoing.

Another groan escaped from deep within my core as I came so fucking hard. Releasing my come as far back into her pussy as I possibly could.

“I love you, Damien,” she panted into my mouth. Both of us trying to catch our breaths.

Our thoughts.

I didn’t hesitate in replying, “I fucking love you, Muñeca.” Flipping her over to make love to her all over again.

Under our constellations that held our past and our present, and now they would always hold…

Our future.