Page 79 of Broken Pieces
“Me?Pft. Never,” I say innocently.
Glancing at her, my body fills with the familiar warmth I get every time I’m near her. This emotion is one I’ve never experienced, one I’m unfamiliar with. But it’s nice,nonetheless. There’s also this primal feeling that I’d do anything to always make her smile. Protect her fiercely. If anyone hurts her, let’s just say I’d better get myself a good criminal attorney because I wouldn't be above murdering anyone who dares harm her.
She slipped through the cracks of my heart, and once I noticed, it was simply too late. Doesn’t matter how high up those walls were, she tumbled them down one by one.
I’m so fucking glad it happened.
Pulling her onto my lap, I settle her between my legs, facing me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
Brushing her hair gently, I whisper, “I had a nice time today.”
She nods, her expression a mix of emotions. “Me too. It was nice to see this side of you.”
Her words are a welcome reprieve, making me feel at ease. I don't usually show this side to anyone, but with her, it feels right;easy. I want nothing more but to prove that I can be more than the cold, distant man she first met. She’s a breath of fresh air in my life, one I don’t want to let go of, ever. I’ll keep sharing all of my sides, the good; the bad; the ugly. I’ll do anything to keep her with me.
I hold her chin, kissing her gently. Her lips taste like sweet caramel with the mix of buttery popcorn, and the taste coming from her is fucking addicting. It’s enhanced; somehow. I want to remember this forever, the way shefeels, the way she tastes. She kisses me back, parting her lips, giving me a clear invitation. My fingers tangle in her hair as I bring her closer to me, wanting her as close as possible as I deepen the kiss. Wanting us to becomeone, melt into each other’s bodies. Our tongues clash with each other, and I bite her lip with a raw need as our breathing grows ragged.
Getting up, I lay her down on the couch and tower over her, being careful to not put any of my weight on her. She wraps her legs around me tighter, bringing us closer. My cock stiffens by the proximity of us, and a moan escapes her mouth as she’s kissing me, a moan I greedily swallow as I continue to kiss her like she’s my only source of air.
Her fingers find their way to my sweater, stopping the kiss abruptly as she takes it off, then starts kissing me again with such force and need as her fingertips trace my abs. The simple touch is so addicting and fucking electrifying, it makes me shudder. I take off her sweater, revealing her lacy black bra, her peaked nipples peeking through the delicate lace.
Grabbing her cheek, I caress it softly and rasp. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Darling.”
She lets out a soft whimper at my words, her face blushing with a beautiful scarlet color.
Lowering my mouth to her chest, I remove her lacy bra, revealing her pink, perfect nipples. My mouth eagerly takes one, sucking and teasing, tracing her perfect roundshape with my warm tongue, a throaty moan escaping her lips at the contact.
Her moan is like fucking music to my ears.
Cupping and squeezing her other breast, I let out a low appreciative growl at the feeling. My hand fits perfectly, like she’s fucking made for me. Like we’re two pieces of art coming together, becoming one. As I keep teasing her, my hand travels south, sliding her skirt and tights off. Pressing my thumb on her center slightly, I feel how wet and ready she is for me, even though there’s a piece of lace between us. Knowing how needy she is for me drives me fucking wild.
I tsk. “Look at you, all wet and ready for me.” Traveling my mouth south, I take my time exploring her soft skin, tracing every inch of her body with slow kisses.
She nods at my words, breathlessly, with her lips parted and glassy eyes filled with need. I continue my taunting kisses until I reach her inner thighs. She eagerly moves, trying to direct me where she needs me the most. I let out a throaty, dark chuckle as I lick, kiss, and softly nip her inner thighs. I’m having too much fun taunting her, knowing she’s so needy and ready for me to take care of her. I want to take my damn time, because I’ve been waiting for this moment. My cock protests, it’s so hard against the zipper of my jeans it hurts. I’m so ready for her too. Ready and eager to fuck her until she forgets hername.
My hands travel along her legs, caressing and enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I could explore her forever, and never tire. I’m not exaggerating when I say she’s perfect. There’s no place I would rather be than here, with her.
Her chest heaves, breathing unevenly. “Damian,” she pleads, “I need more,please.”
I look up, admiring her flushed face. “You want me to eat your pussy until you’re a dripping mess? Is that what you want,Tesoro?”
She squeezes her thighs, nodding rapidly as her head falls back on the couch, clearly enjoying my sultry words. And I have so much more to say to her, to worship her the right fucking way. I just want to drown in her and die a happy man.
I stop kissing her inner thigh. “Look at me, and tell me what you want.”
She looks at me with glassy eyes. “Yes, Damian. That’s exactly what I need,” she says through a soft moan.
My name on her lips followed by that moan becomes my undoing. With a satisfying growl, I tear her underwear, opening her legs wide. Her pussy is so pink and wet, my cock all but screams at me to let him out. But this is all about her now. I take so much pleasure knowing she’ll be screaming my name in a matter of minutes.
“You look so good open for me. Ready for me to taste this pretty cunt of yours,” I say, getting comfortable between her legs and wrapping them around my shoulders.My lips find her throbbing clit and I suck it eagerly, enjoying how she writhes beneath me. Her sweet nectar drives me so fucking wild, like I’m a starved man, and the only thing that can satisfy this hunger isher. As I keep licking and sucking her clit, I slip a finger between her folds, which grants me a moan.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” she cries out as I add a second finger.
Her moans are a sweet symphony to my ears, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with those throaty delicious sounds.
“You look so damn sexy moaning for me, begging me to not stop,” I say with a smirk, then lick her center once again, coating my tongue with her sweet; delicious arousal.
My fingers slide in and out on a steady rhythm as I keep licking and sucking her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her unravel before me. Looking up, the sight of her brings a satisfaction nothing else can. Her messy hair, flushed face, and peaked nipples make her look irresistible. She’s a work of fucking art. My muse, and I’m just a starved artist, wanting to explore her.
