Confessions of a Wanton

11 Bambi's demise

🎶 Play with Fire (feat. Yacht Money) 🎶
🎶 Sam Tinnesz 🎶

I awaken. Coming.

Damiens mouth hot against my core. Lapping lazily, dancing his tongue along my folds. Allowing my clit a respite from his ministrations. Not a long one. He circled his tongue lower, circling around my entrance, sucking, nipping, licking until I purr with another orgasm.

I don't know how I hadn't woken before he had my ass on the armrest, legs dangling over the edge, over his shoulders, while the rest of me sinks into the couch.

His hands on my hips steadying him, as he stands up. Looking down at my flushed body, biting his lip in anticipation, before he pushes into me. Slowly.

I moan his name, trying to wiggle him into me, but I'm trapped. The most I can do is push on his hands as he holds my hips down. I try to wrap my legs around him but he traps my ankles against the couch.

He slams into me. Taking me hard. Fast. Nothing gentle like the night before. I fucking love it. I'm howling for more.

Trying to use my abs to sit up, he holds me down. One hand on my navel pressing down, the other pushing, trailing up my torso slowly.

Fingers splaying over my semi-defined abs, pressing down on my sternum right below my breasts. I can feel his hand on the underside of them, his fingers curling between on my tattoo as they bounce with each thrust.

It's driving me fucking wild.

I grab his hand, no longer trying to escape the position he wants me in and move it over so he's cupping my breast. I squeeze his hand under mine.

Moaning as he pounds into me harder. Growling, biting his lip, eyes transfixed as my body shudders through another orgasm. Going so hard we're moving the couch.

I arch my back as another rips through me. He'd grabbed the mark he'd left on me the night before, lightly, not squeezing my neck, just enough to send me over the edge.

I scream his name this time. I feel his growl rumble through his chest and into his cock as he comes. I didn't even know that was fucking possible.

He lifted me up off the couch, still sheathed in me to the hilt, before circling around to the front and laying down, head resting when my ass had been moments before. I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling his heart thudding in his chest through my palm. My fingers lightly chased the sweat drops off his bare pecs, as an aftershock hit me.

I moaned biting down on the mark I'd made on him as I squeezed. He bucked. Laughing as he came again. I didn't think that was possible either. Men usually need time between orgasms.

Fuck yeah. I like it.

He'd drawn the curtains, barring neighbors from seeing our activities. I'm thankful for this, as It would have royally sucked if someone had looked in...

My fingers stilled. Had I imagined Killian looking at me last night? I don't think so. What the fuck happened last night?

I looked up at Damien, eyebrows squinched, about to demand answers when I stopped. Seeing the look he was giving me. He'd been tracing a similar pattern on my back with his fingertips. Lazily dipping fingers into every crevice.

His mouth had a slight uptilt, nose crinkled, eyes shining. The amber hue, deep. Golden flecks warred with the mahogany outline, making his eyes look bright. But it wasn't even the color that rendered me speechless. It was the way his gaze found me utterly perfect. It told me I'm not alone. I'd never be alone. It was possessive, yes, but warm. This man would protect me not because he thought me weak. He'd do it because I matter to him.