Page 91 of Just The Way You Aren't

"Gorgeous," he breathes, turning me to face him again. The dress didn't allow for a bra, so I'm in black lace panties, the diamond and pearl necklace, and nothing else. "God, Willow, you take my breath away."

He traces the necklace with one finger. "These look perfect on you. I love how they glimmer against your skin."

I shiver as he strokes the sensitive hollow below my throat. "I should probably take them off before we...?"

"Hell, no. Keep the necklace on." He backs me toward the bed again. "Now, lie down for me."

I stretch out on his dark sheets, watching as he strips off his tux jacket and bow tie. There's something incredibly hot about watching Damien undress---the confident way he removes each layer, the intensity in his eyes as they stay locked on mine.

He unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing his chest bit by bit. I've seen him naked before, but my mouth still goes dry at the sight of his broad shoulders and defined muscles. The man clearly puts those 6 AM gym sessions to good use.

"Like what you see?" he asks, catching me staring.

"God, yes." I don't even try to hide it. My body's already responding, nipples tightening, heat building between my legs.

As he works his belt free and steps out of his pants, I find my hand drifting to my breast, almost unconsciously touching myself as I watch him. The movement catches his attention immediately.

"That's incredibly distracting," he says, his voice dropping lower.

"Good." I circle my nipple with my thumb, feeling bolder as I see his reaction. His boxer briefs can't hide how hard he is, the fabric stretched tight.

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pushes them down, finally standing completely naked before me. My breath catches at the sight of his erection, thick and ready.

"Now get over here," I tell him, reaching out. "I'm tired of just looking."

"So demanding," he says with a grin, but he doesn't make me wait any longer. He joins me on the bed, his skin hot against mine as he settles beside me.

His mouth finds mine in a scorching kiss, tongue sliding against mine as his hands explore my skin. I arch into his touch, craving more.

"These need to go," he murmurs against my lips, fingers hooking into my panties. He drags the lace down my legs torturously slowly, his touch leaving fire in its wake. I groan in protest when he breaks our kiss and moves away from me. His answering smile is pure male arrogance. "Don't worry, I'm not going far."

He spreads my thighs and settles between them, a wicked smirk on his lips. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. The sight of Damien, naked and magnificent, positioning himself between my legs sends a fresh surge of wetness to my core.

"I've been thinking about this all night," he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Dying to taste you again."

The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out. He knows exactly what I like by now—the perfect pressure, the rhythm that drives me wild. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he works me with his mouth. My nerve endingsvibrate with sensation that’s swiftly becoming too much for me to take.

"Damien," I gasp, one hand tangling in his hair. "That feels so good."

He moans in response, the vibration adding to the pleasure. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit exactly the right spot, my back arches off the bed.

"Oh, fuck. Right there," I pant. "Don't stop."

His fingers and tongue work in perfect synchrony until I'm trembling on the edge of a swift and building orgasm. Then he focuses entirely on my clit, sucking gently while his fingers continue their relentless rhythm. Even if I wanted to slow it down, I can't. His mouth feels too damn good.

I come with a sharp cry, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me. He stays with me through it, easing me down until I'm boneless and gasping.

"Come here," I manage when I can speak again, tugging at his shoulders.

He moves up my body, kissing his way over my stomach, pausing to pay attention to my breasts before reaching my mouth. With a surge of confidence, I push against his chest. He raises an eyebrow but allows me to roll him onto his back.

"My turn," I tell him, moving down his body.

I take my time, trailing kisses over his chest, feeling his muscles jump beneath my lips. The necklace he gave me sways between my breasts as I move, occasionally brushing against his skin.

When I reach his cock, I wrap my hand around the thick base, feeling him throb against my palm. I look up to find him watching me, his eyes darkened with desire.

"I want to taste you too," I say before taking him into my mouth.

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