His mouth was dry, parched, and his jaw hurt with wanting to bite down on her. Any part of her. “Gently. Hard. However you want it.”
He didn’t realize his hand settled on her back, until he was sliding down to cup her ass. He was about to groan from the pleasure, but he swallowed it back, falling quiet, instead. He didn’t want her to know how turned on he was.
She was an innocent. He was experienced. He shouldn’t be this turned on by a nipple suck. But seriously, nobody had ever sucked it so cautiously and so thoroughly before. His underwear was soaked in semen already, he was leaking come uncontrollably with each suckle.
She looked up and her breath bathed over the damp spots on his skin. “Is it normal to get aroused when you suck someone else’s nipple?”
Oh, Christ. He was dying here. Dying. He nodded, his voice barely past his throat as he instinctively reached out to pull her head down. He stopped himself, only cupping her nape, but not pulling her down. “Does your pussy swell when you suckle me?” he rasped.
She nodded her head.
He swallowed back another groan, never imagining an innocent’s questions could drive him like this. But it was Sydney, she’d always been curious as a kitten. And now it was going to kill him.
He caressed her hair, trying to explain, but who would explain to him what he was feeling right now? With her?
“It’s normal that your body gets lubricated when pleasuring a partner. A m
an’s cock swells when he sucks a woman’s nipples, too. Turn back, Sydney, so I can masturbate you and show you how to let go so you can come.”
If she touched him a second more, he’d lose it, and this was about her. About him, doing something nice for her. Maybe she wanted someone else, loved someone else. But right now, Damien could hardly remember his own name, let along that this woman didn’t belong tied up to this bed and splayed open like a present for him.
She lay before him breathing heavily with her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He wanted her to taste the one on the tip of his cock, to trace all of his tattoo with her tongue. He wanted to plunge his cock into all that moisture.
She licked her lips as he hooked her bound wrists back up against the headboard, then stroked his hand along her sides. He guided it along her navel and dipped it into her closed thighs, finding her cream, like she said, pooling down. He urged her thighs apart with both hands, found the moisture with two fingers and dragged it back up, to find her pussy drenched and incredibly turgid. His head spun and his eyes blurred from the force of his arousal.
He felt intoxicated by the sound she made when he searched through her slippery pink rose petal folds. She opened like a flower, and when he inserted one finger inside her, she Damien out a long, pleasured moan.
Damien closed his eyes and sucked the sound into his body, speaking with his eyes closed, as he absorbed the feel of the tiny, narrow channel nobody had ever been in before.
His voice throbbed.
“You know for sure when you’re prepared to be penetrated when you’re well lubricated…the wetter you are, the less a man’s cock will hurt. Your first time you have to be wet. You have to be fondled with his fingers first. Maybe with his tongue. So that you can take his cock without experiencing pain.”
“What do you mean with his tongue?”
He opened his eyes, finding her cloudy blue eyes, watching him like he had hung the moon for her. His body burned under her stare, his flesh breaking into a fever. “He can slide his tongue into your pussy and pleasure you with it. Let me show you.”
He bent his head, salivating and burning to ashes, and used his thumbs to part her lips open. He tasted her. His tongue lapped the outside of her slit, up to roll over the nub of her clit. He dragged it down to shove it into her sheath.
She pumped her hips to his face with a soft cry, her eyes glazed, her teeth biting her lower lip. Damien added one finger and sucked her clitoris into his mouth, his finger pushing into her body. The semen leaked freely into his pants, his hips wanting to pump, to fill her up with every last drop in him.
She exploded with a soft cry, twisting and crying out to his plunging tongue. He pushed his fingers and rubbed them against her G spot as she was coming, watching her mouth part, her entire body taken by tremors.
He throbbed to taste her, to feel her, to fuck her. He felt drugged, drunk, desperate, so without even thinking if it was a good idea, he leaned over and closed his lips over hers, kissing her as she orgasmed.
If possible, it seemed to trigger a fresh new cataclysm. She stiffened beneath him and convulsed with a small cry that tumbled into his mouth as he wrapped his lips around her tongue and sucked her taste inside him.
She fell limp seconds later, breathless, and Damien unhooked the binds from the bed, then unwound her wrists.
She was lax in his arms and not moving, and he couldn’t help it. His hormones were wild, testosterone pumping through his veins, he tipped her face back up to his and devoured her mouth again, fucking her with his tongue just as he wanted to fuck her with his cock.
Sydney shuddered and almost moaned in protest when he pulled his mouth free, her lips raw and achy as he set his nose against hers. She couldn’t move, was unable to unclasp her hands from his nape, her body hot and sore and pleasured in a way it had never been pleasured before. Now she couldn’t make her body listen to her brain. It was smeared to him, her chest flat to his chest, her skin tingling where his hands rested on her hips. Wow.
He had incredible hands. And his tongue.
She felt hot at the memory, her body going feverish again. Lust was like being possessed by a different person, absorbed by her body, the scorching sensations his touch made her feel.
His hands were still on the small of her back, but under her ear right, his heart thundered.