Page 71 of Pandora's Pleasure
My head fell back and I stared up at the ceiling without really seeing it. I was lost in oblivion as he kissed my thighs, teasing me with the pleasure he was denying me before returning to that sensitive place where he bestowed endless pleasure.
I reached over to dip my finger into the dessert to give him more.
He gripped my wrist to stop me. “You’re all I want,” he whispered, his words resonating like a poem…
Easing my folds back, I offered myself willingly and he ravished me there, his tongue swirling and conquering and owning that part of me.
My thighs trembled, my body shaking and my back arching, as I came in waves, my hips rocking as my climax possessed me.
Hepossessed me.
Damien planted kisses up my thighs and then rested his cheek against my stomach, taking a moment for himself, as though he wasn’t ready to part from me. I selfishly craved more times like this, never wanting this closeness to cease, not now, not ever.
His lips pressed to my public bone. “I needed that more than I realized.”
Trailing my fingers through his hair, I whispered. “I want to take your mind off it a little longer.”
“Off what?”
“What’s upset you.”
He shook his head.
I nudged him back so I could slide off the central island. “Let me do this for you.”
I sank to my knees, reaching for his pants and undoing his zipper, peering up at him with a seductive little smile. I gently eased his cock out, feeling it begin to harden in my grip as my hand slid from base to tip.
I dipped my head and took my first taste of him, my tongue exploring the rounded head, licking and lapping. Damien’s left hand reached out to grip the countertop.
I took a deep breath and then drew his girth all the way to the back of my throat, lips stretching wide to accommodate his size.
“Suckle my balls,” he demanded.
Using my right hand to stroke him, I dipped my head lower to draw his right sac between my lips, feeling the firmness surrounded by softness, then worshiping the left one as I suckled harder.
“Pandora, let me know where you want my cum…”
I leaned my head back to look up at him. “I want to swallow.”
He gave a nod as I took his length into my mouth again. Rocking his hips, he reached for either side of my head, fisting locks of my hair to thrust deeper into my throat. Breathing in through my nose, I followed his pace, excited for his taste, thrilled to be the one to send him over the edge.
His deep-throated groans revealed the nearing of his climax.
“That’s it,” he said huskily. “Don’t stop.”
My moan vibrated against his steely silkiness.
“I’m coming,” he grunted.
His heat shot into my mouth, and I tasted the salty warmth of his cum, thick and creamy and seemingly endless as I swallowed and swallowed and tried to keep air in my lungs—my fist stroking him from base to tip as he went ridged.
I’d stolen his breath, too.
Looking up at him, his height intimidating, I read the torturous bliss in his face as he climaxed, panting heavily. I lapped his shaft to thank him for letting me have him like this—it was everything I imagined it would be.
It was a gift I’d need again soon, seeing him come undone before me. For the first time, the power had been mine.
He eased out of my grip and tucked himself away.
