Chapter 26

Chapter 26
His hair was messed from where I’d massaged, okay, maybe pulled on it, while he devoured my pussy. And those perfect lips shone in readiness to take me under his sexy spell again.

His lips parted slightly, and next minute, as though pulled in by a magnetic force, my body rubbed against his.

Our tongues met and my entire body came alive as I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

Unleashing a torrent of arousal, the feverish kiss sent scorching tingles down to my toes. Desire had set me on fire. My skin flushed and my sizzling core ached for him to go all the way.

I ran my fingers over his stomach, and he looked at me without blinking. Holding me captive by his arousal.

My gaze remained on his cock, while my heart convinced my jaded brain that I could do this.

I wanted that huge dick inside of me. To feel something. Pain. Pleasure. To rip into me and awaken me so that I could finally become a woman in touch with her feelings.

Having never seen a naked dick, let alone touched one, before stroking Damon’s, I wrapped my hand around his thick, long shaft. Distended veins throbbed against my jittery palm which surrounded his velvety, steel-hard dick.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll come,” he said. “I’m very sensitive.” His hands ran over my breasts, and a breathy moan left my mouth.

I fell on my back and opened my legs.

This time I placed my finger inside of me.

His eyes darkened. His face flushed with heat.

I was on fire.

I wanted to send him crazy with desire.

My body burned to feel all of him.

The harder, the more painful, the better.

To remove the numbness that had been my life.

“Oh, Vivianna….” He breathed, watching me finger myself. His finger entered me again, and then another finger.

He groaned like he was in agony. “You feel hot.”

I stroked his hard dick. “I want you to fuck me. To be my first.”

His eyes bore into mine again, intoxicating me by the passion radiating from him.

My belly tightened with longing. I wanted his skin to slide on me and in me.

He leaned over to a drawer and brought out a condom.

“I’m on the pill,” I said.

He turned and wore a frown. I giggled at how surprised he looked.

“Oh. Right. Okay. Um.” He rubbed his head, and my eyes settled on those huge muscular arms that I longed to have around me again.

“I’ve had a recent blood test. I can show you, if you like,” he said.

I shook my head. “I believe you.”

“I can make love without a condom?” His brow furrowed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m wondering why you’re on the pill?”

“To regulate my cycles. And I figured I’d fuck one day.” I smiled.

His lips curled and dimpled his cheeks, and I wanted to devour him.

I touched his dick again, and he hissed.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Nope. You’re making me want to come.”

“You’re pretty sensitive,” I said.

“Only around you. I’m not normally this aroused…” He shrugged.

He held me and kissed my neck. His tongue entered my ear, and I was a goner.

Who would have thought a tongue could give so much pleasure?

I loved the way he touched me and his grunts and groans. Especially now as he nibbled at my nipples.

His deep guttural sounds, like he was eating the most delicious meal, vibrated all over my prickling skin.

Parting my legs wide, he took his weight on his arms. The veins popping.

He tickled my clit, and within a few strokes, I came again. The fire of anticipation had settled in my sex so that the slightest touch made my nerve endings sizzle.

I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

“I am going to enter you really slowly. Tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay.”

“Uh-huh.”

The head of his dick entered, and the stretch was so intense I bit into my lip.

The pain of ripping through my wall sent a sharp, acute twinge through me.

I’d read about this. I expected pain. I expected blood. But I didn’t expect addiction.

Addiction was what I felt as soon as we overcame that barrier. I fell in love with his dick pounding into me.

My vaginal walls clung on tight. With each entry, heat intensified. Even the sound of wet friction turned me on.

With my hands on his firm, well-toned arse, I pushed him in deep. Pain and pleasure met. Like day and night meeting which always made my heart sing.

He rocked his hips, and his dick slid inside and out, discovering me. All of me.

My mouth remained apart. But unlike my pussy, it was dry from all my sighs and moans.

It was pure erotic pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god, Vivianna. You’re going to make me lose my mind.”

“Is that a bad thing?” My breath mingled with my words as he split me in half with that slow, grinding dick.

My nose on his dampened large shoulder sucking back his maleness.

“You are beautiful. I’ve never felt a woman like I feel you right now.” His voice trembled with emotion.

Oh my god. Not tears. Not from him too.