33. YES, GOD YES.
TRIGGER: MATURE SCENES.
The comb slid through the thin strands of her brunette hair, and Amelia soaked in the silence of her hotel room, gazing upon her reflection in the mirror before her. Once she dropped the comb, her attention was drawn to the mark around her neck and slowly, she brought her hands around it, letting out a soft murmur.
There was a knock against her door, a bang that rattled her. And she threw her head over her shoulders, letting her lingerie fall above her circle knees.
"Who's there?" She cleared her throat, walking to the door with half oiled skin. Her hands gripped the knob before she pulled it apart. And what was before her, was enough to make her jaw scrape the grounds—it was who, who was before her. His hands rammed into the door, slamming against the wall. Drenched in his own sweat and water, Damien inched closer to her with rage or whatever emotions darkened his eyes and his arms fell to Amelia's waist, groping her towards him.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh" He placed a finger against her lips, moving her backwards and closing the door with his feet. "But—" She gulped on her words as their eyes met although close to each other. "Olivia?" Her name softly escaped her lips as the back of her legs scraped against the edge of the bed, her hands holding him away and he panted, his chest rising and falling in her grasp and his hands dug into her thighs beneath the dress. "She's done with me."
Amelia's heart sank in her chest, although not sure where it was of relief or hurt or indeed, a mix of both. She could feel him explore every inch of her body and she realized how much she missed the warmth of his touch, the kiss from his intoxicating lips.
"I need this" He muttered under his breath, like she was an object he could use to get over his overwhelming thoughts and her eyes went down on him. It was Vienna, plus Amelia had convinced herself right about enough that he was nothing more than an ex, and she had no feelings whatsoever attached to him.
Drunk on the champagne of earlier, she loosened his tie around his neck, letting it fall to the ground and Damien pushed against her. "Tell me, if you want me to go" He whispered. "And i'll go, Amelia. But if you want me to stay. Tell me and i'll stay" He said.
And her eyes sank in its sockets, crumbling under his venomous touch and by the time he completed that sentence, his lips were already solid against hers. It was like a fire, that he transformed between his lips and his touch was infatuated. Amelia didn't want him to stop, although she knew it was wrong but there was this void he usually filled in her, like the toxic ex that he was. And once she opened her eyes to him, she was sure Damien had never touched her this way. The moment he tossed her into the bed, his fingers found the buttons of his tuxedo and he took off his shirt—revealing his muscles torso and the tattoo engraved across it. There was a moment of heat between them as he leaned over.
And her legs enclasped him from behind.
He breathed into her lips like she was the oxygen he needed and slowly dragged those lips, from her neck down to her torso. She wasn't wearing any underwear so it was very easy for him to pull up the dress, seeing how already wet she'd gotten between her thighs before he dove inside.
Damien was insatiable when it came to pussy, he loved satisfying whichever woman he was with, worshipping them for that brisk moment before flipping them across the bed—
—he knew, how much that helped him. That when he was done filling their pit deep desires, they'd give everything to see him reach his too. He drove his tongue inside her as she locked her knees around his head, his sharp unshaved jaw ticking up her inner thighs as she let out another wall-shattering moan.
His hands held firmly to her bosoms as he explored further each time he went in for more. Like an instrument, he played her. And she responded with the most glorious pinnacle sounds. His fingers spread her skin apart as he mounted doubly against her clit.
Amelia was sure if indeed there was heaven, this was a close feeling to it. Time had suspended around her. Mere thoughts had ceased in her head and it was as though Amelia was floating in the air. Just her and Damien with no responsibilities. And she was reminded of how much she missed this, missed him.
She grabbed his hair as her eyes rolled to the back, and before she came flooding unto the sheets, he pulled away, climbing on top of her and slipping the pack of condoms from his pockets. He held her arched back before turning her around to stuff her face into the white duvet. He ripped it open with his gritted teeth as he burst through his trousers that fell to his ankles.
Amelia shut her eyes, hearing the sound of the foil paper drop to the wooden floor. She could have done it for him, but since he wanted to actually get inside her before he went off like a gunshot, he needed to keep touching to a minimum. His hands pressed the back of her head as he slid it on, immediately thrusting through her cheeks like he was in a hurry. Her skin was soft and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. And her pussy was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as he spread open her legs. She reached down to grasp his erection.
"Hard please"
He burst her walls, thrusting through her and she let out a shrill scream into the coverlet. Her nails viciously dug into as he shut her eyes. First gentle, his strokes transitioned harder at each one and she kept mourning through her lips.
She arched her back again to suit his every movement and her breasts were suffused with red. He drove his organ into her, feeling her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. An awful cry was muffled by the hand over Amelia's mouth. She was shaking so violently like she was having a seizure and his hands gripped her wet brunette hair she combed earlier, messing it all up.
But she didn't care.
She just wanted him.
"Fuck" They both chorused as he increased his momentum like he was about to cum. "Fuck yes, Damien" Her voice was louder than his and he let out a growl, slipping out of her and tossing the condom to the ground.
She felt the warm liquid spill against her back as Amelia fell back to the bed, across all the dimensions that led back to earth and she opened her eyes to the darkness around him and to the brutal groan of a finishing man. She threw her head over her shoulders and Damien fell right next to her, breathing heavily from his lips. His hands found the towel next to the hotel counter and he tossed to her. "Clean yourself up" He could barely form a sentence as she looked to him and she grasped the cloth in her hands.
Her legs felt like the aftermath of an earthquake as he looked up to her, laying limp across the bed with an arm that stretched to her back and he exhaled. They both did and d a smile morphed on her lips as she swiped hair out of her face which glowed sweatily in the dark. She inched closer to him, bridging that little distance between them.
"Hey"
To be continued...