Page 67 of Tequila Tuesdays

“I haven’t been celibate, but nothing like Sebastian. Since I broke things off with my old girlfriend, there hasn’t been anyone serious.”

He nuzzled my hair and held me to him for a moment. “You need to get back to sleep, and I’m beat. I keep an overnight backpack in my truck, so I have a few things already. I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“Okay.” I laid back down.

He kissed my forehead then grabbed his backpack and went into my bathroom. I listened to him getting ready, and before I knew it, I’d drifted off to sleep again. I woke up briefly when he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled next to him, and we fell asleep tangled together.

The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. My back was warm and there was an arm across my chest. When Damien felt me stir a little, he gently drew my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. Then he licked my earlobe, and I shuddered and arched into him. He was already hard, and he nestled it against the crease of my bottom. He ran his hand up under my tank top and cupped my breast.

“Oh, God, that feels so amazing,” I moaned softly. My breasts swelled and my nipples grew hard under his fingers.

I felt his nose glide into my hair. “Yes, it does.”

He slid his other hand down my stomach and pushed me deeper into his cock. Then he growled softly in my ear, “I want to spend the morning getting to know your beautiful body and wrapping those flexible as fuck legs around my waist while I drive deep inside you. But we both need to get up, and we need to have our shit completely worked out first.”

“What shit?” I sounded breathy. I reached back and ran my hand up his thigh and grabbed his butt cheek through his briefs.

He slid a hand down and palmed my center. “I promised you I’d be patient.”

My mind went blank, and I started panting. “I changed my mind.”

“Are you on birth control?”

Damn it, he was right. “No. But I will be by the end of the day.”

He smiled into my neck and rubbed his length against me again. “I don’t think it works that way. I got checked last week; I’m clean. I can use condoms if you don’t want to get on birth control.”

“I do. And my last OBGYN appointment was two months ago. I’m also good.”

“I know you are.” He slid my sleep shorts off and lifted my top leg to spread me open. Then he slid his fingers across my core. I’d never admit it to Ava, but after her jabs about my cutoff sweats and my needing a wax, I’d taken a couple of hours of personal time and bought some new underwear and sleepwear.

“Hmm. You feel like the best fucking wet dream I’ve ever had.” He ran his fingers over my bare clit and gently rubbed me. I pushed into his hand and gasped. It’d been so long since anyone else had touched me like that.

He took a nipple between his fingers and rolled it. My mind emptied and my insides clenched with need.

I reached between us, pushed down his briefs, and palmed his pulsing cock. It felt hot in my hand, and when I latched onto it with my damp fingers, he groaned into my neck. I pumped him a few times, and he rolled my nipple even harder.

When I looked over my shoulder at him, his lips found mine in a deep, wet kiss. He worked my clit and nipple, and I fisted his cock.

He ripped his mouth away. “That’s it, honey. A little tighter—aw, fuck!”

He pushed into me again, trapping my hand and his length between us, and I could feel him grow even harder. Damien latched onto my neck and nipped me there while he worked a finger inside my passage. Then he pushed two fingers in. My vagina was tight, and his hands were big, but I was wet and slick. I whimpered at the intrusion, and my body locked. The small bite of pain ratcheted up my pleasure, and I let out a sob.

He stroked my breast with his other hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I have you.”

After the first thrust with his fingers, my hips moved to meet him. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and my fingers clenched around his length even tighter. I felt the beginning of an orgasm low in my belly.

I moaned deep in my throat as Damien drove his fingers harder inside me. I pumped my fist on his shaft, and we both let go at the same time. White flashes exploded behind my eyelids. He groaned into my shoulder, biting me as he climaxed all over my hand.

It took some time to catch my breath. We were a sticky mess, but we lay together for several minutes before either of us moved.

He groaned. “Shit. We’ll probably fuck each other to death before we get this heat out of our systems.”

“It’d be a great way to go.” I let go of him.

“Yeah, it would be. Let’s go get showered. You’re leaking all over me.”

“It’s your semen, soyou’releaking all overme.”

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