He enjoyed the taste of her skin on the tip of his tongue as he trailed it over her, lapping up the drips of water still on her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he reached to untie the bottoms on her swimsuit. Each side had little ties on them that rested just above her hips. He’d dreamed of undoing them from the moment she’d taken off her shorts earlier in the day.
When they joined the top of her suit on the floor, he cupped her and returned to kiss her lips as she moaned his name over and over.
Hiking her leg up, he dove his fingers deep in her and she came on his fingers, juicing them until he swore that he could no longer hold back. He had to feel that sweet wetness on his dick.
Then he realized what he was thinking. For the first time in his life, he cursed at having to wear a rubber. Walking over to the nightstand, he pulled out one of the packages he’d placed there earlier.
When he came back to her, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking satisfied and eager at the same time.
“Here, let me.” She took the condom from him and smiled as she slid his wet swim trunks off his hips. Her fingers cupped then circled his length. Instead of sliding the condom on, she stroked him a few times and he mentally counted to keep himself from coming in her hands. He wanted, needed, to be inside her.
“Jules,” he growled as he closed his eyes. “Don’t torment me.”
He heard her chuckle and then felt her slide the condom on. “Later,” she said, “I’m going to enjoy taking you in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he cursed as he pinned her to the bed. “You make me lose control.” He spread her legs and settled between her.
“Good,” she sighed as she wrapped her ankles tightly around his legs. “Now you know how you make me…” She gasped as he plunged into her. “God!” She arched back and he felt her nails scrape his skin.
Good. He wanted her to leave marks on him. He needed the pinch of pain to help him realize that this was really happening. That she felt as wonderful wrapped around him as he’d imagined.
“There’s no going back now,” he said next to her ear.
“No,” she said as she shook her head. “Please.” It was nothing more than a whisper, but the simple word had him moving inside her. His hips arched back until his cock was almost dislodged, then he jerked forward again, and once more she cried out his name.
He felt her convulse around him, wished more than anything he could feel her slickness against his own skin.
He covered her mouth with his as she continued to beg and moan with pleasure. He wanted everything she offered him. Wanted to taste it, feel it, swallow it whole.
When he felt his own release building, he leaned back.
“Look at me, Jules,” he begged.
When her blue eyes opened and focused on him, he let himself go. Let everything he’d been holding in for her over the past five years explode.
No. There was no going back now. Damion Wells was in love.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
What in the hell was that? Jules had never experienced anything like it before.
Sure, she’d had sex. More than a dozen times by her count. With two different partners and spread over the course of eight years.
But nothing, and she did mean absolutely nothing, had come close to what had just gone on between her and Damion.
Damn, the man could move. He seemed to know every place to touch her—to lick, suck, and kiss her—that would cause her body to explode.
It was as if he’d found and read the entire manual to her body. Hell, more than that, he’d memorized it.
She had never come twice so quickly before in her life. Not even when she was using her vibrator on herself.
Even now, as his body pinned her to the mattress, she ached for him. And he was still inside her.
It felt damn good to have his weight pinning her down. He was lean and toned, and his warm skin felt so nice and slick next to her own.
She tightened her pussy muscles around his length and felt him flinch.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned next to her ear.