Blairs P.O.V.~
The house still smelt of burnt eggs.
I ended up cooking more after disposing of our first attempt, making Damon do something useful and make some buttered toast to go along with it.
Currently, we were sat at the island devouring the small breakfast that took way longer than normal to make and the stud across from me is to blame.
Watching Damon chew and swallow his food was better than eating in front of the television.
His sharp jaw flexing with every bite, tongue darting out and wetting his pink lips after every few. Instead of reaching for a napkin, he'd bring his finger tips to his mouth to lick off excess butter while making direct eye contact and it was making me drool.
"Staring, are we?"
How long has my mouth been hanging open?
My jaw snaps shut before I could catch flies and I shift uncomfortably in my chair. A dull ache between my legs since the little stunt he had pulled in the kitchen.
"Finished?" I ask, ignoring the initial question while reaching for his empty plate and my own.
Damon smirked at the obvious tint in my cheeks. I scurried away to the sink to wash the dishes before I'd embarrass myself further.
Turning the hot water to the faucet, I began rinsing off the remainder of crumbs and egg off the plates and utensils before placing them in the dishwasher.
"Let me help." Damon voice filled the space, taking the silverware from my hands and putting them in the tray. I quietly thanked him, the job being done much quicker and easier than when we were cooking.
Pat-drying my damp hands on my jeans, Damon crept closer. His left hand takes hold on my waist while the other sweeps my hair from my shoulder to cascade down my back.
His bright eyes scan me over in assessment before smugly smirking.
"Looks good on you."
My brow raises in confusion, "What does?"
Damon says nothing is response, biting back his lip to refrain from smiling.
Skeptical of this, I grabbed a spoon and began looking at my distorted reflection in the silver.
"Oh my god."
I've been marked.
Multiple red splotches covered up the base of my neck where Damons mouth had been. My fingers run across the dark spots and I wince from the soreness I didn't have until I touched them.
"Shit, Damon. How am I supposed to hide these?" I exclaimed in distress. I never had to worry about hickey's before having never received one, so I had no idea on how to cover one. These didn't seem to be easy to conceal with just some makeup.
"Don't hide them, baby." Damon purred, pulling the spoon away from my grasp and lulling me into his side. "I want everyone to see my art. No one can steal you from me." He says with a possessive tone, his voice lowering as he presses a soothing kiss to my damaged skin. "You're mine."
Those dominating words leaving his mouth had my thighs clenching together. I had a grip on the counter so tight I was sure I could snap off the granite.
"Mm.." Damon groaned, bringing himself closer to the point my hips met the surface behind me. "What's got you so fidgety? Did I get you all worked up again?"
I denied to look into his eyes. Those dreamy, tempting eyes that I swear possessed mind control because as soon as I meet them, I'll be putty in the mans hands. I'd basically do just about anything he'd ask of me.
My thighs pressed tighter together.
"I'm just wondering how the weather is down there." He speaks nonchalantly, thumbing the waistband of my jeans. The trim of my pale pink panties coming into view. "Is it hot? Wet?"
When I failed to answer, Damons hand clasped at my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Words, Blair." My heart leaping at his demanding voice, "Speak to me. Tell me how I'm making you feel."
I couldn't answer. My words and breath caught in my throat. I've never felt this way before, how would I describe this sensation I'm feeling? What do I say? What do I do?
"Touch yourself." Damons deep rasp sounded.
My eyes widened and when I pulled away slightly from his chest, Damon only firmed his hold. Entrapping me between him and the table.
"If you can't tell me what you're feeling, you're going to feel what you're feeling." He doesn't ask me, he tells me.
"I've never..." I gesture lower with my gaze to what I'm implying. Damon noticing my obvious nerves, presses a reassuring kiss to my forehead. "It's okay, doll. We all start somewhere. Consider this lesson two."
I bite my lip anxiously before pressing my hands to Damons chest to create some distance. He watches my movements attentively, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper to my pants.
"C-Can I keep my clothes on..?" I stammered, my chest rising and falling heavily under Damons intense gaze. Surely I'd stop breathing if I had to stand here and do this naked.
Damon looks at me in tranquility meanwhile my nerves are shot. Although if he did appear to be as nervous as I am, I wouldn't be able to proceed. The way he's carrying this, with a certain confidence almost makes me sure of myself. "Whatever makes you most comfortable, princess."
My jeans get pushed down to mid-thigh, revealing my lower region. Silently I thanked myself for not putting on a ridiculous pair of panties.
Without much to lose, I trail my hand underneath the thin pink cotton.
Gliding my pointer and middle finger between my folds, I immediately felt a moisture there. I was hot. And wet.
"What's the verdict?" He asks almost tauntingly. My attention flickered up to Damons, whose stare was burning right into my center. All my actions ceased as I wasn't sure what to do next. I was standing there like a fool with my hand down my pants.
"Hot and wet." I finally breathed out a response, slowly swirling my fingers around the wetness that was starting to pool in my underwear.
"Yeah?" Damon says through a satisfied smirk, inching closer to whisper, "Show me what a mess you've made."
His words and the way he says them make the knot in my belly tighten.
Sliding from its position, I hold up my hand to so he could see the glistening substance coating my fingers. A low groan emitted from the back of Damons throat at the sight.
"Filthy girl." He tutted his tongue to the roof of his mouth, grabbing my wrist in one strong hand, "Is this what I've done to you?" Before I could respond, Damons mouth engulfed my finger, cleaning it off with suction. He hummed happily before doing the same to the other finger.
"So sweet." He licked his lips, reminiscing the flavor on his palette. "Can't wait to taste you properly."
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Romans"Blair, did you just tell me you've never been kissed before?" My throat goes dry as I sheepishly look back to Damon, shifting in the seat that was turning cold. "No, I haven't." Expecting him to be looking at me in disbelief or laughing even, he...
