ETHEREAL

CHAPTER 8 - PART 2

My fingernails lift up the back of Damien's plaid shirt and dig into his back, running lines all the way down, and he moans into my ear, as I tilt my head to the side and he kisses and sucks on the most sensitive part of my neck, which makes me feel instantly wet. "Skye, you're so hot," he murmurs into my skin, and I bite on his shoulder.

"Ow!"

I laugh, hysterically; manic, and he smiles. He nudges my legs open with his knee and I gasp at how long and hard he feels inside of me. I push on his muscular chest. "I want to ride you."

He cradles my back as we sit up together, and I love it this way. He grabs onto and kneads the skin of my hips, placing his hands underneath of my legs as I slide up and down onto him; over and over, and as I wrap my hands around his back, he kisses the most responsive spot on my neck. My eyes roll back into my head, and my jaw falls open, as I feel it building deep inside of me. I glide and rotate my hips, as he frantically taps my shoulders, then runs his hands, in a panic, down my hardened nipples, and then holds my hips. I'm breathing hard; breathless, and my heart is pounding out of my chest, as he whispers in my ear, "Babe, babe... babe. You feel so good, let's just... pause..."

My heart seems to beat audibly; stuttering, against my chest, and I slam myself back into the waking world, and I gasp for air in a blackened, dark room. My room? But, my dream felt so real... I claw at my black satin pillowcase, the same as Damien's, throwing the covers off and rub at my eyes. I think about how perfect it would be to fuck Damien, as I've never wanted to have sex with anyone ever before, but the moment that I saw him, I knew, embarrassingly, that I wanted him more than anyone or anything.

"Damien? Damien..."

And I realize that I woke up alone.