Page 31 of Cut Me Down

I'm not thinking clearly…I watch as the blood washes down our bodies. Was it just on me? Blood also resonates on his face and chest. Is that from Cooper? How could it have gotten on both of us? Not that I have any inclination of how much blood would realistically spatter, and it doesn’t necessarily matter at this moment. Right here and now, it’s just us. I'm finally face to face with my admirer, and the veil between imagination and reality has dropped.

The red from the blood on his face compliments the teal in his eyes, and I watch as it slowly drips down his face. My sight focused on the racing beads until I’m brought down to his chiseled-out-of-marble body.

My hands begin to explore the depths, running the pads of my fingers and palms over his strong, broad shoulders and over his biceps. Only to survey further up his chest, feeling the strong, fast thud of his heart beating. After a quick concentration, committing his heart’s rhythm to my memory, I move to his neck and jaw. His skin is so soft, warm, and smooth, and the feeling of its hold on me only increases the impending build of my gut.

My pussy throbs for him as I watch the blood-stained rivers pour from us, almost now running completely clear…I slowly bring my gaze back to his hypnotizing eyes, not sure where to look when looking at such an exquisite man. His hand gently cups my jaw, and I lean into his touch. Finding myself in a trance. He has me totally and utterly entangled in his grasp. Molding me to putty in his hands. His face slowly moves closer to mine, gently closing the gap between our large height difference, as if he’s savoring the moment.

In my own moment of pure recklessness, I reach up on my toes and press my lips to his, almost instantly feeling his tongue massaging mine in a sensual and heated attack. His teeth gently graze my bottom lip in between each kiss as if he’s hungry for me, and he forcefully presses our faces together with such passion it almost steals my breath.

Fuck he’s a good kisser…

His grip around me tightens, and he lifts me up with one arm. Snaking my arms around his neck, he takes advantage of the new access and slides his hand down my side and into my pants. Allowing him to pull them off and discard them, along with my thong, in one swift movement before setting me back on my feet.

I then reach down, unbuttoning his jeans, and pull his pants down as he takes them off. The moment they’re out of the way, his large cock springs free. The appendage is long, large in girth, and veiny. The size isextremelyintimidating. He wraps his arm around my back again, only this time, grabbing my ass as he lifts me up and against the tile wall. The cold, hard surface returns the chills through my body and collides with his hot touch.

His free hand glides down my leg from ass to thigh as he wraps it around his muscular hip. I bind my other leg around him out of instinct and scream out in pleasure as I feel his massive cock begin to invade me. He slowly thrusts forward, giving me a small time to adjust as he pushes inside inch by inch. My pussy straining as it stretches to accommodate him.

“God damn, you’re so tight.” He says in a low, husky voice, covered by heavy breath.

The head of his delicious cock grinds against my soft, G-spot, and then pushes past it. Sending lightning through my body. By the time he gets down to his hilt, he’s reaching so deep inside me, I catch myself squirming in his hold. Between the water and my natural lubrication, it slides in easily, while I feel the tearing and burning from his enormous size. The painful sensation is quickly replaced with pleasure as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting inside me again. Gradually, he begins picking up his speed and tightening his grip on my comparatively fragile body.

I cling to him, wrapping one arm across his shoulder and digging my nails into his skin. The grip deepens with every thrust from him as he hits that spot over and over again. His pace quickening with every hit, turning relentless and primal. A low, husky growl leaves his throat. Sending quakes down my spine and forcing out my own moans and whimpers. The sounds accompanied by my own heavy breathing as gasps.

His lips suck on my neck as his teeth bite down on me, and I yelp from his teeth scraping as he massages one of my breasts. His tongue glides over the bite, easing the pain before planting a soft kiss to it, and my legs tighten around his waist, pulling myself closer to him as his thumb circles my nipple.

“Oh, God…” I squeeze out the words through moans, and I swear I can feel the smirk on his lips against my skin just before he thrusts harder. Pressing his weight against me and pounding me senseless, causing my walls to flutter and clench around him. The fight of the push and pull in my core rages on, building more and more as my body trembles.

The forceful thrusts bounce me up and down, moving my breasts up and down against his skin. My nipples repeatedly grazing against his soft chest sends shocks through to my core, igniting my whole body on fire, as if this water pouring on us was made from molten metal. I feel a strong pull in my stomach as I tread the climb. Feeling the build all the way to my throat, a moan pushes its way free, showcasing my body’s need for that release.

“Damien!” I scream his name as he presses his thumb to my throbbing clit. Circling the swollen bud with tight, perfectly pressured circles.

“Come on my cock, baby.” His permission was all I needed to let go. Throwing myself over that cliff, falling headfirst into my orgasm and releasing every tense muscle in my body. The release is violent, the hardest I’ve ever come. Making my body tremble and shake. My pussy pulses and clenches along his incredible dick as I dig my nails even further into his taut skin.

He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, and I feel my eyes begin to roll as my orgasm continues, and even grows with intensity. Wave after pleasurable wave wracking through me and pushing out seductive moans in their wake. Growling and moaning escape him and vibrate against my throat.

I think I hear my name come out of his mouth as he tenses his muscles and thrusts into me shakily. I feel his cock twitch and a second later, his warm seed fills me. My pussy tightens around him again, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to keep him inside me. Our movements slow and he tenderly, yet forcefully, pumps every drop into me, then comes to a stop.

“Fuck, Ashia…” We both pant, trying to catch our breath as he buries his face in my neck. Rubbing the tip of his nose up and down the sensitive skin there. My body almost goes limp as the after-sex glow crashes into me. Even as he gently pulls out of me and sets me back on my own two, very wobbly feet.

I must really be hallucinating, because he drops to his knees in front of me. His large hands run down my body, caressing me softly as he lifts one of my legs and hikes it over his shoulder. The one leg left standing doesn’t have a chance in hell to hold me up. So, I reach out to his other shoulder and steady myself on his stone body.

Once he makes sure I’m steady, he uses his large hands to glide up and down my thighs, washing my bliss, shame, and fear down the drain. His touch feather light as moves those magical fingers over my skin and sensitive vagina.

Once I'm cleaned, he stands to his full, dominating height, and I'm forced to stare up at this incredibly sexy man. His eyes pierce me with more of an icy tone this time, as he surprisingly presses his soft, swollen lips to my forehead and keeps them there. Probably for a moment longer than he should have.

After a moment, he turns off the water and grabs my towel from the rack. Tenderly using it to dry me off from head to toe before he wraps it around my body and moves my hands to the folded edge to keep it from falling.

I stare at him, completely hypnotized as I can’t move my gaze from him. The eye contact is intimidating, yet intimate, and while he has the eyes of a hungry wolf, there’s a softness behind it that does something to me. Causing my heart to flutter and my stomach to flip. Vulnerability striking through my chest like a blade.

He kisses me gently on the cheek and carefully leads me out of the shower by holding onto my arms, being careful not to allow my shaky legs to fail me. Gently turning me and leading me out to my bedroom, he walks directly behind me now. His body still encasing me as we walk, his touch gentle, yet firm, as he leads me over to my dresser and only steps away to gather fresh clothes for me. It’s as if he knows exactly which drawers hold which specific article of clothing as there’s no hesitation or mistakes.

“How do you know where my clothes are?” I ask embarrassingly, my voice trembling slightly.

“I’ve been watching you remember?” He looks back and smirks at me, and there I go, melting into a puddle again.

A jolt wreaks havoc on my mind and body as a knock comes from the other side of my bedroom door. I look back to him on high alert, while he looks undisturbed. As if he was expecting it.

He gently runs his hand over my cheek to comfort me. His eyes soft, calm, and void of any indication that there’s a danger behind the door. Giving me a slight, single nod before he walks over to it. When he opens it, a hand holding a large bag pokes through, and I can hear faint whispers from the man on the other side. I instinctively step back, making sure that the stranger can’t see me and holding my towel together in a death grip.

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