“Just… testing something,” she replied with a smile as she did it again. She felt him grow harder inside her, so she did it a few more times.
“Damn,” he said, shifting until he looked down at her. “Is this what you want?” he asked, shifting his hips and filling her completely again.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp.
“Don’t blame me,” he said between pumps, “when you can’t walk tomorrow.”
She laughed. Then she held onto his hips and groaned his name when he continued to move inside her.
He bent his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, mimicking the motion his hips were making.
“You taste like summer,” he said against her skin. Then he ran his tongue up her neck before kissing her so deeply, her soul ached.
What power did he hold over her to make her react so intensely?
“Look at me, Jules,” he said again. When her eyes focused, she expected him to come again, only he didn’t. This time it was her who let go. Her body wracked under his, convulsing as if by his command.
“That’s it, baby, come for me again. You’ve got one more for me.” He leaned down and trailed his lips across hers. “You can do it for me, baby.” His hips continued to pump, his dick filling her, retreating, then filling her again. She felt him push harder, farther, faster, and knew that he was right. She had one more in her. One more build and fall into the blinding light. One more sweet release. Only for him.
When she locked with his eyes this time, she felt him tense with his release and mirrored it with her own.
No. Whatever this was, she’d never had it before. Nor, she doubted, would she with anyone else.
This was for him alone.
She woke sometime later when Damion stirred and left the bed. It was dark and, for a moment, she forgot where they were. Then the light in the bathroom flickered on.
“Sorry,” he said softly.
“No, it’s okay.” She rolled over and watched him walk back towards her, gloriously naked. A slow smile crept onto her lips. “Am I allowed to say wow? Or is that too cliche?”
He sat next to her, his hand going to her bare hips. “You can say it just as long as I can say… damn.” He dragged out the word and she laughed and hugged the pillow. “Hungry?” he asked.
“I could eat,” she admitted. “After I use that.” She motioned to the bathroom.
“We can shower, then eat.”
“I’m fine with that.” She rolled over. “But you’ll have to wait… I need the room first.” She started to get up, but he stopped her and kissed her. “I’ll go use the one across the hall, then meet you in the shower.” He kissed her again. “But you don’t have to be shy around me. The toilet is in its own private room.”
“I don’t think I could go knowing you were just outside the door,” she admitted, feeling stupid.
“Someday you’ll be so comfortable around me, you’ll burp and fart in front of me,” he joked.
“No.” She laughed. “I won’t.”
He smiled and laughed as she disappeared into the bathroom. She made sure to shut both doors, the outer one and the one to the smaller room that held just the toilet.
When she was done, she gathered her shampoo and conditioner, unlocked the outer door for him, and stepped into the shower.
Moments later, he joined her. She’d showered with a man before, but with him, it felt more right. She was more relaxed. Maybe because he was running his hands all over her again?
He even started helping her shampoo her hair. He ran his fingers along her scalp, through her long hair, and her body reacted again.
She figured that two could play at that game, and she started running her soapy hands all over him. He was perfection.
“I can’t believe I get to play with these,” she said, running her fingers over his muscles. “I mean, look at you. You’re built. Built, built.” Her eyes locked on his chest and six-pack.
“And I can’t believe I get to play with these. You’re stacked,” he said, cupping her breasts in his hands. “Stacked, stacked.”