Chapter Eleven
Heidi
Damian was nothing like any man I'd ever known before. Ollie was a great guy, but we just weren't right for each other, a fact I realized way too late to avoid humiliating myself. But here in this lushly decorated wagon, I knew I wouldn't make a mistake—not with Damian. Not tonight, anyway. If this didn't last beyond one night, I knew at least I'd walk away with an amazing memory.
I couldn't decide if I wanted it to last longer.
He needed a few minutes after the blow job to recover, but he let me undress him while he lay there watching me do that. I swore he enjoyed seeing me take his clothes off more than he enjoyed my little striptease. Maybe he loved it because I let my fingers graze his skin as often as possible, and I showered kisses over his chest and biceps before I moved on to getting rid of his pants. I kissed his thighs too, and his hips, and I tickled his belly button with my tongue.
"You're getting me going again in record time," he said. "Damn, Heidi, you are the sexiest, most passionate woman on earth."
"We haven't had sex yet. How do you know I'm passionate?"
"By the way you gave me head. No woman has ever done it like that."
I'd loved feasting on him, more than I'd ever loved giving a man oral sex before tonight. What was it about Damian that made me crave him with a hunger so deep and all-consuming that I couldn't stand the thought of not being with him? Maybe tomorrow I'd worry about that. Tonight, I wanted to be with him.
He led me to the curtain that concealed his mini-bedroom and held it open so I could climb onto the bed. The covers were already pulled back. The plush padding of the mattress cradled my body and made me feel like I was floating on the ocean. Maybe I felt that way because I knew Damian would touch me any second. Maybe I always felt weightless when I was with him, like the burden of all my worries had lifted off me.
Damian crawled onto the bed, straddling me. "Don't be shy. If there's something you want me to do that I'm not doing, tell me."
How many guys would say something like that during sex? I would've bet Ollie did, though I'd never slept with him. Nobody else would—except for Damian.
"You're so sweet," I told him. "And so damn hot."
He chuckled. "Thanks. You're smokin' hot too."
I moved my arms above my head on the pillow, linking my hands.
"Love these tits," he said, smirking right before he took my nipple into his mouth and suckled it.
"Oh yes, please keep doing that."
He curled his tongue around my stiff peak, then tugged it with his teeth.
I arched my back, loving the sensation of electricity zinging through me, from my breast down to my sex. He kept tormenting my nipple, licking, sucking, and scraping it while I writhed and moaned, sending more jolts of electric pleasure straight down to my core. When he pulled his mouth away, I made an impatient noise.
"Don't worry," he said, patting my hip. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
He slid his lips down my belly, swirled his tongue inside my navel, and kissed his way down to my hip. I moaned, or maybe I said "please," couldn't swear to anything right now. His mouth and the feel of his body sliding down mine destroyed my willpower and my ability to think. Screw thinking. What did I need a brain for right now? Only to deliver more of those delicious waves of electric pleasure.
Damian placed an open-mouth kiss on the hollow of my hip, his warm tongue dampening my skin. The coolness when he pulled his mouth away made me shiver the tiniest bit. With one hand, he exerted gentle pressure on my inner thigh, urging me to spread my legs for him. I couldn't resist anything he wanted me to do, so I opened for him. He shimmied backward until his face hovered over my mound, then he dropped onto his elbows. With his mouth almost touching the hairs down there, his breaths excited my skin.
He pushed his mouth between my folds.
I felt his breaths on my slick skin first, followed by the roughness of his evening stubble, and finally, his tongue scraping over my flesh as he dragged it up one side of my folds and then the other. He licked his way down to my opening, swirling his tongue around the rim. I needed him to touch my clit, needed it so intensely that I bucked my hips, silently pleading with him to devour me the way I wanted him to the most.
"Not yet," he said, lifting his head to peek up at me over my hips. "I want to keep you on the edge until you're a wild, thrashing animal. Only then will I let you come. Relax, I won't push you too far. I'll know when you really need it and give you exactly what you want."
I already burned for him, after the way he'd stroked his tongue over my flesh. Whatever he might do to me tonight, I knew it would leave me breathless and satisfied. How did I know that? No idea, but it didn't matter. For one night, I needed to experience sex with this man and know exactly how much satisfaction he could give me.
One night only. No spooning. No hand-holding tomorrow. One night of mind-blowing sex, nothing more.
Damian dipped his head between my thighs again, and I couldn't worry about anything anymore. He traced his tongue around my rigid nub without contacting it, teasing me with his agile tongue and his heated breaths. My skin came alive, starting at my clitoris and blossoming outward until my entire body felt more awake and alive than ever before. I couldn't catch my breath, and he'd barely done anything to me. He watched me over my mound, his gaze capturing mine and refusing to let me glance away for even half a second. I swore he looked straight into my soul with those searing brown eyes. My breathing grew heavier, like the most delicious weight had settled on top of me and now it bore down on my body. I wanted him on top of me like that, thrusting inside me while his weight pressed me into the mattress.
He flicked his tongue across my nub.
I jerked and gasped, stunned by the power of the sensations that raced down my nerves, sharp and electric. My clit pulsed, my sex too, and I prayed any second he would send me hurtling over the edge. I clenched my fingers in the silky sheets, panting while he slowly dragged his tongue around my taut bud, eliciting more little shocks, making me cry out.