Page 84 of Firethorne
“I wanted to spoil you a little.” I picked up the coffee cup and handed it to him. “Black, no sugar. Is that okay?”
“Perfect.” He smiled, taking a sip, then placed it on the table beside him and asked, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I feel fine, more than fine. I feel... alive.”
“I didn’t go too hard on you last night?” he asked, reaching out to grab me and pull me closer to him on the bed.
I lay next to him, with my head on his chest.
“You went hard, but I’d expect nothing less.” I peered up at him. “It was what I asked for. What I wanted, remember?”
He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead, and then he sighed.
“You know I have to go back to the house today, don’t you?”
“You go back every day. It’s fine. You need to keep working. I wouldn’t want you to stop on my account.”
I wished he could stay, but I didn’t want to pressurise him.
He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a gentle squeeze as he replied, “I know. But after what we did last night, I feel like I should spend the day with you.”
“When I get out of here...” I glanced up at him with a knowing look. “Or when you let me out, we’ll have all the time in the world.”
“Will we?” he asked, his face suddenly turning solemn. “Because at the moment, I can’t see how I can keep you close and still work on bringing my father’s network down. I still have so much work to do, Maya.”
I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek.
“Try not to think that far ahead. We’ll find a way,” I assured him. “There’ll always be a way.”
“Love will find a way,” he said, without thinking about what he was saying, and I saw the way his eyes widened at his words. The meaning behind them hitting him just like they were hitting me.
“You’ll stop your father’s network,” I said, taking the focus off our feelings. “I have faith in you. And until then, we’ll take each day as it comes.”
“Live for the moment,” he added. “I like that.”
He started to tickle me, making me giggle and roll around in his grasp as he teased me. My body wriggled and writhed against him, my bare legs kicking out on the bed, and my T-shirt rode up to expose my nakedness. He growled, and his playfulness became erotically charged.
“No panties. Now that’s what I want to see first thing every morning. Your gorgeous wet pussy open and ready for me.”
Damien was naked under the covers, and he threw them back, exposing his hard cock as he lifted himself to kneel in front of me. “On all fours, Maya,” he commanded, becoming serious. “Head down and ass up.”
I did as I was told, lifting my ass in the air and resting my head on the pillow.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, running his fingers through my wet pussy, and then he moved them higher, rubbing the wetness over my asshole. “I know exactly what I want to eat for breakfast.”
He leaned forward, his tongue licking through my pussy, flickering over my clit as I buried my head in the pillow and cried tears of fucking joy.
His warm mouth felt so fucking good, teasing and sucking, eating me and coaxing out my first orgasm of the day. The sensation of his tongue rubbing, swirling, and spearing inside me, made my hips rock backwards, begging for more.
He held my hips firmly as he ate me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. Then he started to rub his thumb over my asshole, teasing me there, pushing the tip of his thumb in lightly and pulling it out, making me gasp. He was easing me into whatever was about to happen.
His mouth licked and sucked my pussy, and then I felt his tongue venturing upwards, heading towards my asshole. He moved his thumb away and started to lick over my ass, humming with pleasure as he flickered his tongue over my puckered hole. It felt dirty, taboo, and so freaking amazing.
I angled my hips, tilting my ass up higher, wanting to open myself up more to him. And as I did, he muttered, “Good girl,” and then speared his tongue into my asshole.
The sensation was incredible.
Like nothing I’d ever felt before.
