Page 82 of Tequila Tuesdays

“Good choice.” He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me. “Straddle me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked us to his bedroom. The friction between my legs as his jeans rubbed against me made my insides clench. The room was in shadows as he laid me on the bed.

He reached over and turned on his bedside lamp, then leaned over me. “I want to see you.”

Damien dipped his head and captured my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. While our tongues tangled, he ran his hand up my thigh until he found my thong and pulled it down my legs. He leaned back and glided my dress up to my waist, then looked down at my bare, wet center.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect. Spread your thighs for me, sweetheart.”

My face flamed, but I slowly spread my bent thighs open even wider. It felt so naughty to have both of us dressed, except my skirt pulled up around my waist. He leaned over and ran his finger through my slit, then slipped inside me.

“Oh, God.” I arched into his hand. He added another finger and pumped in and out a few times.

“You’re so damn wet. I can hear how much you want my cock.”

I tried to close my thighs.

“No, I love the sound. Keep them open for me.” While he fingered me, he reached down and unbuttoned the top of the sundress with one hand then spread the fabric open so he could see my pink lace bra underneath.

My hand ran up his thigh, and I cupped his shaft through his jeans, rubbing his length.

Pushing against his fingers, I moaned softly. “I want to see you, too.”

He finally stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, then he undid his jeans the rest of the way and slid them down his thighs. He quickly took off the rest of his clothes. His thick shaft was hard and long. We’d need to go slow the first few times.

I sat up and fidgeted with my cardigan. My skirt was still pushed up around my waist and my bodice was opened down to my navel, but I still had my cardigan on. Damien ran a hand along his length and watched me.

Leaning over to kiss my neck, Damien then trailed his mouth down to my chest as he peeled the cardigan off my shoulders. He slowly licked the swell of my breast while he slid the sundress down my arms and unsnapped my bra.

He pulled my bra off and bent to suckle my breasts until I was panting heavily, and my hands were tangled in his hair. His whiskers tickled and scraped my nipples, and I angled my chest to get closer to his mouth.

“Your mouth feels… like heaven. Please don’t stop.”

“It’s a beautiful sound hearing you beg me, Legs.”

His mouth traced down my ribcage to my navel as he peeled my sundress off. Then he went lower and licked up the inside of my bent thigh. I whimpered and felt him smile against my leg. Finally, he circled my clit with his tongue, and I jerked against his mouth. As he scraped his whiskers across my clit, I made a long, broken sound.

The feel of his whiskers and tongue on my clit felt so good, my eyes slammed shut and I shuddered underneath him. When he licked my nub and flicked his tongue across it, I arched restlessly into him. I grabbed onto his shoulders to keep him in place. Damien glided a finger back into my passage, then slid another in and pumped them slowly while he licked me.

He studied me with heavy eyes. “Pinch your nipples, sweetheart. Play with yourself for me.”

I hesitated, then slowly took both my nipples between my fingers and pinched and rolled them. My face flushed, and embarrassment and heat crawled through me as he watched.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He bent down again and sucked my bud into his mouth. I rolled my hips while he pushed a third finger into my vagina. The fit was tight, and an orgasm started building. He licked my folds, then bit down softly on my clit. My climax hovered and built, and when he sucked me deep into his mouth, it barreled through me, and my hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh, God! Damien, please.” My head flew back as he flicked his tongue over me. When my shudders stopped, he crawled up my body. My anxiety was long gone, and I ached to feel him inside me.

“You were made for me, sweetheart. I love every fucking thing about your body.”

I smiled up at him lazily, then reached down and stroked his hard, swollen shaft. “And I love everything about yours. But I’m not sure you’re going to fit.”

He smirked and rubbed his nose against my cheek. “There’s one way to find out.”

Kneeling between my legs, he pulled my thighs far apart and lifted my bottom with both hands. Then he started working himself inside me as he focused on my face. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes and panted.

He reached down and stroked my jaw. “Look at me. I want to watch your face the first time I’m inside you.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His shaft was big, and he was having to work to fit inside me. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I moaned long and high when he finally gave three hard thrusts and bottomed out inside me. He paused to let me adjust.

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