Page 61 of Damon

“Patience. We have all night, and I have a lot of enthusiasm.”

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Damon

Today has not ended how I expected it to when I woke up this morning. Earlier, Emma and I were barely on speaking terms beyond pleasantries. And now, we’re in her bedroom staring at each other in the mirror with her legs tied open as I tease her with her vibrator. She looks scorching like this, laid against my body with her pussy swollen, wet, and open for me. I lower my hand again and thrust two fingers inside—she’s more than ready, but I don’t want to rush it.

After yet another whimper of need, I remove the vibrator and tell her to untie her legs. She leans forward from the waist effortlessly. Once free, she stretches and wiggles her toes.

“What’s your favorite position?” I ask her. She stills—no answer. I grab the plait her hair is braided into and pull her gently backward onto my shoulder; she turns her head to face me, and I kiss her. When I pull back, I repeat the question. Her eyes search my face as if looking for a clue.

“What do you like?” she counters.

“That wasn’t the question. Emma, how do you want our first time to be?”

She cocks her head to the side, and her cheeks turn red. “I don’t know. I‘ve only ever…” She trails off not finishing the sentence, after a moment she says, “I don’t have a lot of experience.”

The information unsettles me—she’s twenty-four but looks genuinely perplexed that I asked her opinion. Realizing that I’ll need to take control, I move from the bed and drop my shorts then collect a condom from the pocket. She sits on the bed, legs curled beneath her, watching. Her eyes drop to my cock when it’s released. It hangs heavy and ready between my legs.

“You’re okay with this?” I confirm, and she nods. She stares as I rip open the packet and slide the condom on. “I’ll lie down, you go on top,” I suggest. “Then you can take your time, find your pace and what you like.” I lie down and take her hands in mine, encouraging her to straddle me. “Sit up here,” I tell her, and tap my lips. Her eyes pop wide in shock. “I want to make sure you’re wet.”

Awkwardly, she crawls up my body and places a knee either side of my head. I splay my hands across her ass and apply gentle pressure to encourage her to lower onto my tongue. She’s tentative at first, and I need to stretch slightly to make contact. I pull harder on her cheeks, and she lowers farther, causing me to finally be treated to the sweet taste of her juices. My tongue begins to tease her lips drawing slowly over each delicious inch. As I enjoy, more of her coats my tastebuds. I advance farther inside, delving deeper, wanting more. She’s everything I love and perfectly ready for me.

Her hips rock forward, changing the angle of her body on my face. Now that I have her clit to play with, I press down firmly then circle the sensitive spot, and her frame tenses in my grasp. My fingers sink deeper into soft flesh, and she moans needy above me. When I glance up, her hands have moved to her breasts. She squeezes and twists pink nipples between her greedy fingers. I continue to pleasure her while watching her tease herself. My cock hardens to its breaking point, and my patience to be inside her evaporates.

Gradually, I encourage her to move down my body until she hovers over my cock. I take it in my hand and line myself up at her entrance. Above me, she looks incredible, all womanly curves and bouncy, pert tits. “Sit down slowly,” I tell her. “Take me bit by bit. If you feel uncomfortable, wiggle your hips and I’ll open you up.”

Once my tip is inside, I move my hands to her hips, not to apply pressure but simply to support her. She sinks further down, then stops and wriggles. “Good girl.” She smiles shyly in response. After a few minutes, I’m all the way inside and she feels fucking unbelievable—as if her body was built for mine.

Her hips start to rock gently, her warm, tight pussy encasing my cock as she moves. She closes her eyes, but I can’t stop looking at her. Her long plait falls over her shoulder and runs between her breasts. I squeeze her hips with my fingers to encourage her to move faster as my cock swells to its limit. She increases the rhythm.

“Look at me,” I order, and she opens bright blue eyes. “Ride me, Spitfire.” She places her hands on my chest, falling forward, and her breasts hang deliciously at eye level. They sway happily as she pumps my cock. Her pussy tightens, and she pauses.

I squeeze her ass hard, and she yelps in surprise. “Fuck me through your orgasm,” I growl as her walls crush my dick. “Move those hips. I want to watch those tits of yours bounce while I shoot my load.” She starts to move again, then another orgasm knocks her off rhythm. “Too late,” I tell her, flipping her onto back while still inside. “I’ll fucking pound you.”

My hips work fast, driving deep as I chase my release. With every pump, she contracts harder, causing her to whimper beneath me. I grab her legs and push them up on to my shoulders, sinking myself deeper. This time her body holds mine so hard it triggers me, and my cock jerks as I peak. The sensation is euphoric. I release her legs, and she lowers them slowly to my sides. My head drops to her chest leaving my face resting between her breasts. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close.

As I deflate and we come down from our high, we lie entangled with one another—slick, wet, and messy, but for the first time in a long time, at peace.

Chapter twenty-two

Damon, Emma, and Annie's Home, London

Damon

My alarm sounds on my phone, alerting me that it’s time to get up. I crack one eye open. The room is half dark with the curtains closed, though daylight seeps around the edges casting a soft glow. Emma lies facing away from me, my arm across her waist with my hand on her stomach. Her blonde plait lies over the pillow, looking less perfect and more like last night’s hairdo. Not wanting to wake her, I slide my fingers from her body and wriggle out of the bed. She stirs, then rolls onto her back with her eyes still closed.

I stand, looking down at her laid across the sheets. Plump breasts hang loose as she kicks the duvet from her legs. I lean down and pull the cover up to her chin. “You’ll get cold,” I tell her. She smiles softly, clearly still half asleep. “Stay in bed. I’ll go and pick up Annie.”

“Okay,” she murmurs. “I won’t argue.”

“Makes a bloody change.” She chuckles as I place my lips to her forehead. “See you later.”

“We didn’t use the lube,” she calls, surprising me with the random topic. Her eyes are still closed, but I reckon they’re dancing with mischief behind her lids.

“I wasn’t aware there was an issue with lubrication.”

“Hmmm…” she replies.

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