I Want To Be Inside You

I Want To Be Inside You
CHAPTER 64
OLIVIA;

As soon as we got to the room — whichever one it was, I didn’t even know — Damon’s hands were already on me. His touch was everywhere, desperate, claiming, trembling with everything he’d held back all evening.

The door clicked shut behind us with the nudge of his leg, and before I could even catch my breath, I was pressed against it, his mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss was fire — raw and hungry. It stole the air from my lungs, made my knees weak.

I barely realized I’d jumped, my legs wrapping around his waist, instinctively clinging to him as if letting go would break the spell between us. His hands slid under my thighs, strong and sure, holding me up as he kissed me deeper, slower this time — like he wanted to memorize the shape of my lips all over again.

He started walking, still kissing me, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck. I gasped softly when my back hit the edge of the bed. He sat, bringing me down with him, and I found myself straddling him, my heart racing so wildly it drowned out every other sound.

For a moment, he just looked at me. His eyes roamed my face, soft but intense, as if he was making sure this was real — that we were real. Then his fingers came up, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, voice husky against my ear.

I didn’t think. I only felt. My hands slid up his chest, feeling every hard line of muscle beneath his shirt. When I tugged lightly at the fabric, he got the message.

In one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. My breath caught. His skin was warm under my palms, his heartbeat steady and strong — so real, so alive.

He reached for the hem of my top next, his eyes meeting mine for permission. I nodded. The shirt came off easily, followed by my shorts, until I was left in just my bra and panties, my skin prickling under his gaze.

He leaned forward, his forehead resting against my chest, his breath hot against my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion — and something deeper, something tender.

My fingers slipped into his hair, tugging lightly as his lips brushed over the curve of my shoulder, then lower, to the soft skin just above my heart. He pressed a kiss there, before burying his face on my breasts.

But I was already wet underneath him. I needed him so bad or i was sure I would go crazy.

He seemed to get the memo, as his fingers somehow found my panties, already slick with my wetness. A groan escaped my lips as he cupped my pussy through it.

And then he was ripping it off.

Damon's thumb circled on my clit, the rest of his teasing fingers running between my throbbing lips. His caress, gentle yet desperate drew out a moan from my mouth.

“You're so wet baby,” he said.

My hips rocked, pushing and rubbing to seek more of that pleasure he was currently giving me. My breath hitched as he sucked the sensitive skin just above my bra.

I could feel his hardness straining against me, hot and needy just like the spot between my legs it was pressing against. I whimpered, gripping his hair tight as pleasure rocked me.

“Peach,” he growled on my breasts, teeth grazing the skin.

I shuddered. The sound of my name on his tongue sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I moaned, thighs tightening when his fingers teased between my slick folds.

His lips found mine the second one of his fingers entered me slowly, my lips part with a gasp and his tongue slide in on command.

I gripped his hair harder, arching up into him and pressing against him as his finger pushed up higher, massaging my inner wet walls.

I panted, sucking in a sharp breath when he added another finger, pulling away from me so he could watch my face. His eyes were intense, staring at me with intrigue and yearning.

My brows pinched in concentration and my lips parted, as I tried to adjust to the intrusion of his two thick and long digits. “Ohmygod, Damon,” I cried out, panting in pleasure as I felt him deep.

His heavy breathing filled the air around us. His thumb pressed against my throbbing clit. I moaned and his eyes darken. “That’s right baby, moan my name,” he groaned, curling his fingers inside me, until they brushed against a sensitive part that made me gasp aloud.

His other hand cupped my breast and squeezed. “Need my mouth on them?” He panted, thumb stroking my hard nipple through my bra just as his other thumb stroked my clit down below.

I nodded quickly, moaning, my eyelids heavy as I looked at him. He let out a curse and unhooked my bra fully, letting my breasts spill out in front of him.

He sucked in a breath, moaning. “Fuck. I’ve missed you.”

I was too lost in the haze of pleasure to even catch his words properly and when his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, I completely lost it.

I squealed, jerking forward as his teeth trapped it and nipped. He chuckled, finger fucking me slowly while his tongue and teeth teased my poor nipple.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, sucking my nipple and then traced around it with his tongue. A shudder rippled oot of me.

My walls suckled him in, tightening around his fingers, while my heart pounded in my chest. The air around us was charged with heat and the smell of our desire for each other. I was so hot and I was damn sure I was a soaking mess underneath.

Damon panted, moving his lips to the other breasts with just as much hunger.

Something warm curled in my lower stomach, and I clenched around him tight.

And then he lifted his head, burying it between my neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing on the skin near my collar bone.

I tightened around him, rolling my hips for some friction as I cried out his name. He groaned out mine, whispering me to come around his fingers. And I did. My mouth opening in a cry of pleasure, my mind dizzying.

I trembled, stunned that he had barely even done anything to me and I had come undone.

Damon raised his head, his eyes pinned on my face as he watched me come on his fingers as he had commanded me too. I couldn't help it.

I slammed my mouth on his, kissing him with the intense emotion I feel for him. He responded eagerly, pulling me closer to him, his thumb beginning to rub my clit once more.

"I really need to be inside you baby," he whispered in my mouth, breathless and almost pained. I could feel his raging erection.

"You have me," I whispered back, just as eagerly. I might lose mind if he doesn't fill me.

The next second, and taking me completely by surprise, he flipped us on the bed, and this time, he was on top, hovering over me.

Damons eyes were pinned on me, flickering through my body. And then his fingers gently slide up my neck until he was gripping me softly.

My back arched and I spread my legs wide open for him. Then he leaned down and kissed me. Not a peck, nor a simple kiss. He dived in tongue first, sucking, and diving into my mouth so hot and passionate that I felt desire coursing down my pussy.

His hands went round my waist, pulling me forward a bit as he leaned down instantly, his hard dick straining through his pants, pressing directly onto my naked aching core.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my legs trembled at the sensation.

I could barely reason properly at this point, as all I could feel was him.

My hands found his butt and I unashamedly pressed him further down on me, "yeahh" I moaned lewdly, my legs trembling in pleasure.

Damon's lips diverted to my neck as he sucked intensely at my bare skin there. "Are you sure you want this, Peach?" His voice vibrated all over my body. I could hear the restrain in his voice.

I nodded, unable to use my words as I was busy thrusting up and down his hardness, grinding on him, wanting some sort of friction on me.

Damon paused, "I think we should hold off until after the wedding, baby." He said and my eyes instantly widened in panic.

"What?" I panicked, "No!"

He moved from my neck, and his eyes met mine, staring intensely into my soul. But the next second, with his hands still on my waist, he lifted me halfway up, thrusting on me so hard I could feel an orgasm nearing.

"I want it to be perfect for us tomorrow." He rasped. "But I don't know if I can wait any longer. "

And then he pulled away instantly, leaving me wet and aching.