My body cradled his, inside and out.
Damian groaned softly like this was the best thing he'd ever felt. Every thrust aroused me more, little by little, until the feel of him sliding in and out, his body grazing my nub, had me gasping and lashing my arms around him. My stiff nipples scraped against his chest, the friction so delicious that I dug my nails into his back.
"Faster," I pleaded. "Please, faster, harder."
"Not this time," he whispered into my ear, his voice strained and rough.
"But I—"
He covered my mouth with his.
And still, he moved his hips in that easy rhythm. In slow, out slow, over and over, oh so patient that even while he kept his lips glued to mine, he didn't try for a deeper kiss. Lips on lips, nothing more. How could that be so intensely erotic? He took my body with a gentleness no man had ever shown me before, and my chest tightened from the knowledge of what that might mean, but my mind couldn't decipher anything more complex than the need to come that built inside me second by second.
I wrapped my legs around him, my ankles locked behind his ass.
The climax rippled through me like no orgasm I'd ever experienced before. It came over me as slowly as he'd taken my body, the intensity of it growing with every thrust of his cock until my gasps became throaty moans and the moans turned into strangled cries. I gripped him with every part of my body, from my arms and legs to the muscles deep inside me that milked him with spasms that grew stronger with each wave of pleasure.
My heart thrashed in my chest. Desperate noises erupted out of me.
He pulled his hips back and plowed into me, his cock throbbing as he let go, releasing everything he had inside me. After two gentler thrusts, he let his body go slack on top of me. He raised his head, gazing at me with a soft expression that conveyed things I didn't want to think about right now.
"Damian, I—"
With two fingers, he sealed my lips. "Hush. We don't need to talk. You can tell me to go to hell in the morning."
"I wasn't going to say that."
"Glad to hear it." He claimed my mouth in a kiss that was soft and slow and full of longing. Then he slid off my body to lie beside me, one arm draped over my belly. "Let's get some sleep."
"Okay."
I rolled onto my side facing away from him.
He tugged me into his body, one hand on my belly.
We were spooning. Oh no, we couldn't do that. It was too…intimate.
But I couldn't make myself tell him to move or make my muscles work so I could move away from him. I should've gotten up and left, but I didn't want to leave. For one night, I could let myself enjoy sleeping with Damian.
Tomorrow… I'd worry about that in the morning.
Chapter Twelve
Damian
I woke up in the best way imaginable, with Heidi Mackenzie snuggled up to me. We'd fallen asleep with my front to her back, but now we lay face to face. She had her arm hanging over me, her sweet body tucked against mine, and her silky hair brushing against my face. Her nose brushed me too. And her lips. Was that an unconscious invitation for me to wake her with a kiss? Sure looked like one to me.
Laying a hand on her hip, I pressed my lips to hers and let them linger there until she sighed delicately. Then I gave her ass a quick squeeze. "Good morning, Heidi."
Her lids fluttered open, and a lazy smile curved her lips. "Good morning, Damian."
She hadn't seemed this relaxed when we fell asleep last night. I'd kind of expected her to panic the instant she woke up and realized she'd spent the night with me. Instead, she was smiling in the sweetest sleepy-sexy way.
And of course, my dick decided now was the right time for some morning wood.
Heidi screwed up her mouth. "Is there a live snake between our bodies, or is thatyoursnake stiffening up?"
"It's me. Sorry, it happens every morning." But I was sure I'd get much stiffer this morning than I ever had before. How could I not? Heidi's luscious body was touching mine and the scent of her, that indescribable feminine aroma, made my cock wake up even faster than usual.