Alone with him in my bedroom, I wanted to tell him about Rose. I wanted to talk about our past and maybe our future. I opened my mouth and started to say something to him, but the words wouldn’t come out. I was so afraid.

Selfishly, I wanted one more night with him. I wanted to feel his body one last time and sleep wrapped up in his arms, before I told him about Rose and he turned his back on me, forever.

We both shed our clothes quickly. His mouth pressed hard against mine. This kiss was not the gentle sweet caresses that we had exchanged before. This was a hard kiss that spoke of a hungry desire that was almost overwhelming.

His tongue dove into my mouth, exploring, tasting, dancing with my tongue. One hand was on the back of my head, holding me so he could ravish my mouth. His other hand was on the small of my back, pulling me in close to his body.

The intensity of the kiss made me almost melt into a puddle on the floor, right where I was standing. He trailed kisses across my face and down to my collar bone.

He bit me, not hard, but enough to make me cry out with the feeling of his mouth and teeth.

I moaned loudly and called his name. My heart began to race and I felt the butterflies in my stomach begin to beat their wings a million miles an hour.

The wanton moan told Damian all he needed to know – that I wanted him and needed him, more than I needed oxygen.

Damian pushed me over to the bed and I laid down on it. He trailed his fingers and his nails down the sides of my torso, sending a crescendo of static electricity through my body.

He cupped my large breasts and massaged them with his strong fingers. It felt so good; there are no words that could describe the feeling of his fingers playing across my globes like a maestro plays the piano.

Slowly his hands moved to my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers until they were tight little buds. The cinders that had been smoldering in my body flared up and the heat rushed through my body like a tidal wave.

Damian pinched my nipples and pulled on them, making them stand out from my breasts a bit. Then, he rolled them in his fingers again.

I pressed my head back into the pillows and arched my chest into his hands. I wanted him to never stop, as I felt a familiar tingling in my clit. I could reach an orgasm simply from him playing with my nipples.

My fingers ran through his thick hair, enjoying the feeling of his luxurious mane, as he continued to lavish attention on my so sensitive nipples.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I emitted a long, guttural moan that told him that he had ignited flames in the inner core of my very being.

Damian lightly bit my nipple and then licked it. He circled the hard bud with his tongue and then flicked it side to side. I lifted my hips in response to the intense, torturous need I felt.

When he felt that he had given one nipple enough attention with his mouth, he moved to the next one.

He slid his knee up so that it was pressed tightly against my pussy.

I moved my hips against him, titillating my clit with his leg. As he pinched, rolled and tugged on one nipple, and sucked, bit, and licked the other, I used his leg to pleasure myself.

Soon, the feelings inside of my body became so intense that I couldn’t hold back any longer. One explosion after another erupted, coating his leg with my creamy white cum.

He smiled at me, and asked, “Are you ready for more, Sweetness?”

All I could do was nod my head. I couldn’t speak. He straddled my chest, his cock close to my lips.

“Would you like to taste me?” he asked.

“Oh, my heavens, yes, please,” I breathed out.

A small bit of precum had formed at the tip of his hard shaft. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off, loving the taste of him. I then licked the large apple sized knob on the end of his spear. It was smooth and I loved the series of low groans that told me I was doing well.

My tongue trailed along the ridge that outlined his huge head, flicking the area with my tongue. He moaned loudly. “Yes, Baby. That feels so good.”

I swirled my tongue around the top of his cock, flicking the tiny slit with my tongue. He moaned, and called my name, “Ember, yessss.”

Sucking lightly on that tiny slit, I used one hand to move up and down his shaft in a twisting motion. I cupped his balls with the other hand, massaging them, caressing them lightly with my fingers.

His growl just about shook my walls. I could feel the tingling in my body begin to grow, as I loved sucking his dick and hearing the sounds he made, letting me know that I was pleasing my man.

He pushed his dick into my mouth and began to use my mouth. I slurped his cock and stroked it with my tongue. I felt him shudder as the same heat exploded inside of his body as it did mine.