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Damien’s eyes darken as the air crackles between us.
“I think it’s my turn to have dessert first.”
I have his fly undone and am sliding his pants and boxers over his perfectly sculpted hips before he can find the words to respond.
When I drop to my knees, his denial sounds weak. “You… don’t have to…” But it’s too late. The moment my hand cups his cock and slides down to the base, he lets out a guttural, “FUUUUUCCCKKKK,” and I’m certain I’ve never felt more powerful than in this moment.
Taking my free hand, I push his pants to the floor, and he quickly steps out of them and kicks them to the side.
When I focus my attention on his raging hard-on, I swear it bobs in greeting.
His thick cock is smooth and corded with veins as I guide him to my mouth. With the tip of my tongue, I trace around his head, and I’m rewarded with another sexy moan. “God, Van. That feels incredible. But we could spend the day out of the bedroom…”
With a mouthful of him, I manage to mutter, “Later. I’m busy.”
Flattening my tongue, I run it along the underside of his length, and I swear he gets even harder. So, of course, I double down on my efforts, bringing my hand into the mix to complement my movements. I easily slide up and down his shaft, finding a rhythm that drives him wild.
I may not have done this in years, but I certainly remember enough of the basics to practically bring him to his knees. Sure, this would be easier on the bed, but he was so patient, kind, and perfect last night, I want to show him how he makes me feel. Besides, there’s something sexy as hell about catching him off guard and bringing him the most amount of pleasure possible. I came more times than I could count last night—and he never asked for anything in return, other than to do it again.
“Oh, God. Vanessa.” His moan sounds sexy as hell repeated on a loop.
When I’m reminded of a technique I’ve only read about in one of my romance novels, I give it a try. Taking my free hand, I cup and massage his balls. Then I apply pressure to the spot just behind them, and I’m rewarded with, “Van… I’m close.”
Sucking harder, I apply more pressure. “Shit. Van. I’m close. You may wanna stop.”
To which, I shake my head no as I continue my efforts. He pushes on my shoulders to let me know he’s serious, as I take him in deep and suck hard as my tongue rotates around his shaft. “Fuck… Van… Can’t stop it… Pull off, so I don’t come in your mouth.”
No way in hell am I missing this experience.
Taking as much of him in as I can, I suck even harder, and he erupts. Pulse after pulse, I continue the rhythm I’ve set, as Damien lets out a string of curses telling me how amazing his orgasm feels.
When I’m certain there’s not another twitch left in him, I pull off with a pop, and he mules. “Fuck… Your mouth should come with a warning label, woman.”
As his eyes roll to the back of his head, I ask. “That’s a good thing, right?”
Grinning, Damien’s eyes dart to mine. “A very fuckin’ good thing,” he assures me.
“Good.” I stand, bringing the towel before me to my mouth and wiping off my lips. “Let’s go eat somereal foodand get started with our day.”
Leaning up on my toes, I kiss him chastely before asking, “Which shirt can I wear? We both know neither of us will get any real food if I stay naked.”
“If you insist,” he sighs. “Though I’ll always vote for naked breakfast when it comes to you, if given the choice.”
“Why must I be the adult, Dame? Shouldn’t you be the responsible one?”
Turning, I walk to his closet, and he swats me playfully on the ass. “Oh, I’ll show you adulting, my little temptress. You just wait and see how I rock your world next time.”
“Promises. Promises,” I tease. Leaving him half naked, I turn and pick out the first t-shirt I can get my hands on and pull it over my head.
When I turn, he’s slipping on his jeans. “If this is a typical morning with you, I can’t wait to see your adventurous side.”
You and me both, Damien. You and me both,I giddily think to myself. He may have just opened Pandora’s box with all my pent-up sexual tension over the years. I just hope I live up to the brazen woman he’s turned me into today.
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To both our surprise,Vanessa and I are rewarded with an extra night together when Julia is invited to spend a second night with her friend Cora. Waking up with Vanessa in my arms is something I can get used to. I’ve loved every moment I have spent with her this weekend, too.
