There was nothing between them. Not now or everagain.
No moresecrets.
Nomorefear.
He lowered his hands to her ass, bracing her as she leaned back even farther, the subtle shift allowing him to sink deeper into her. Her body was a pressure cooker reaching peak tension, begging forrelease.
She leaned forward, kept up the rotation of her hips as she ground against him, settling into a rhythm that created maximum friction againstherclit.
She let her head fall back, savoring the cycle of it — the penetration of his cock to the deepest part of her, the stroke of his stomach against her clit, the vacuum created when she lifted off him, filled the next time she slid down hisshaft.
“Jesus, your pussy is sweet, Aria. I’m going to come inside you.” He reached up and tugged gently at her hair, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were hooded with desire. “Do you want that? Do you want me to spill itinsideyou?”
She kissed him and moved faster. “Come inside me, Damian. Give me allofit.”
He grabbed her hips and moved faster. They were both in control now, Damian thrusting upward into the wet heat of her pussy while she pushed onto him, her clit swelling as his body groundagainsthers.
The orgasm was there, pushing against the boundary of her body. She almost didn’t want it to come. She wanted to stay like this forever — Damian’s body intertwined with hers, filling her, dragging out, completing her hard and fast all over again until she cried out intotheroom.
“You better fucking come for me, Aria,” he said. “I’m not comingwithoutyou.”
It was the command she needed — guttural and demanding, proof that he would still be in charge when sheneededit.
She was weightless, suspended in the world between need and release, the sensation as erotic as the coming release, the promise as erotic as the shudders that rocked her body on itsheels.
She cried out, clutching his shoulders as she shook around him, her channel tightening down on his cock, riding the blade of pleasure-pain as he spilled into her, his cries mingling with her own as he filled her with hishotneed.
His hands were on her ass, moving her hips on his shaft, helping her milk him of every drop as the contractions at the core of her body went on and on. Little by little their motion slowed, her head falling to his neck, her hair swinging forward to create a curtain around her face as she leaned her forehead on hisshoulder.
They were both breathing hard, their bodies painted with a fine sheen of sweat. She didn’t know how much time had passed when she sat up, looked into his eyes, and kissed him longandslow.
“Let’s take a shower,” he said. “Then we’re going to finishthis,Aria.”
She knew from the determined expression on his face that he didn’t mean morelovemaking.
It was okay. She wasready.
She rose off him and headed for the shower. She wasn’t afraid to face her demonsanymore.
She was done beingafraid.