The night had gone great. We played pool and I had three shots. I was drunk and Damon was taking me home. It was at least 12 I thought. He had walked me up to my door and helped me unlock it since I was totally hammered. I didn't even think I could make it up the stairs.
"Damon." I pulled on his shirt. "I hate to be the need drunk attention girl, but I don't even think I can make it up the stairs."
He smiled, "You could never be to needy for me princess." He surprised by sweeping me off my feet bridal style. His chest was warm and toned. I could feel his mussels under neath his shirt.
"My room is the last to the right." I mumbled. He opened the door and layed me down on my soft bed. He was taking off my shoes when he said in a voice so quiet I almost missed it. "I'm really falling for you."
"Sleep well beautiful." He said leaving the room.
"Damon." He looked back at me. "Don't leave." I pleaded. "Sleep here with me I don't want to be alone."
He shut my bedroom door and walked back to the other side of my bed taking off his shoes. He look up at me. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt?" I shook my head no, I wished he would sleep with nothing on. I laughed and blushed. He raised and eyebrow. "What?" I laughed again.
"Nothing I'm just thinking."
"About what?" He asked taking off his shirt. My eyes lingered down to his eight pack. He was so sexy! How did I get so lucky to have him here? I looked further down to the thin line of his boxers peeping out of his pants. I was over come by lust as I wanted nothing more but what to see what was under neath them. I looked back up and into his eyes and responded to his question.
"You."
He smirked. "What about me?" He slid under the covers next to me. Spooning my body with his. I could feel his bare skin against mine; it was so smooth and warm. I was over come by confidence. I stood up and looked into his eyes once again.
"Do you mind if I change?"
"Nope." He said popping the p.
I walked over to my desk my back facing him. I took off his jacket and put it on my chair. I Then took off my jeans and then my shirt. I was now only in my black lace bra and undies. I turned back towards him. His eyes were filled with what looked to be lust and something else. What was it? It looked like love. But that couldn't be why would he love me? I walk back to the bed and let him spoon me again. This time he was happy. I could feel the hardness under his jeans. I turned to him and unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs throwing them off the bed. I looked back into his eyes then.
His lips crashed down onto mine. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever had. It was filled with need. I put my arms around his neck deepening the kiss; playing with his hair. He pulled back slowly. We were both breathing hard. I wanted more, I tried to pull him down to me again but he smoothed back my hair.
"Not tonight. I won't take advantage of you. You are drunk and I want to but I want it to be special." He kissed my forehead and turned my back around spooning me again. I drifted off to sleep then His arms around me and the feeling of being complete inside me.
