Damon

Chapter 9

I feel goosebumps form on my arm as a soft breeze hits my skin. I'm surrounded by trees and there is a small lake in front of me. I am in the middle of the woods. Usually being alone and in the middle of endless trees would terrify me but I feel at peace where I am right now.

The water of the lake is so clear that I can see my exact reflection from it. The trees that are also reflecting off of it look so beautiful like it belongs in an art museum.

I am startled and bounce back a couple of steps when I see bubbles coming to the surface of the water. Dark hair emerges after and before I know it, Damon comes from the water walking toward me.

Was he really underwater that long? Does he have the lungs of an opera singer?

I study the water droplets falling down his body. They are so slow but flawless. I feel almost jealous of the water drops for touching his skin like that.

Oh to be water caressing down this man's torso.

I watch as some more droplets fall from that perfect head of hair of his. Some fell onto his shoulders, the others, to the ground.

"I know you're checking me out." His voice interrupts my trance. "It's okay, I'm doing the same to you."

I blink once and he is already standing in front of me. I almost choke on the quick breath I had just taken in. I can hear my heart pumping against my chest. It should be illegal how fine this man is.

Lips attach themselves to mine and my body feels like it's on fire. I let his tongue into my mouth and feel it rubbing against mine. Hands make their way to my waist and I feel him push his body so close to mine that there's no room for Jesus.

His kiss gets rougher and I can feel the heat and wetness between my legs. My body wants him bad. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I run them through his damp hair. His lips leave my mouth and latch onto my neck. He leaves sweet nibbles before sucking on my skin like a leach. I moan causing him to suck harder.

"Lay down." He groans.

Yes, sir.

I lay my back on the grass beneath me. At this moment, I couldn't care less about getting dirt on me. His body hovers over me before his lips are back on mine.

I feel fingers slide up my leg and stop at my upper thigh. He massages my skin, making me feel more wetness leak from me. He takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it a little. Oh god, I am so turned on.

His fingers go under my shorts and underwear and then I feel it. His fingers stroke up and down my opening. I feel him smile against my lips when he notices how wet I am for him. One finger goes up to my clit and he starts rubbing it slowly. I arch my back from the pleasure. He then brings another finger up to it. He pinches slightly which is enough to cause me to make an embarrassingly loud moan. I can't even kiss him straight, the pleasure is overwhelming.

"I know this feels a lot better than when you do it. And I know you thought of me while you rubbed your clit."

With those same two fingers, he then pushes into me. I feel a slight sting but the pleasure continues when he uses his thumb to start rubbing me again. The build-up is too much and I am about to hit climax. But he stops.

What the fuck.

I open my eyes to see him pulling his shorts down. He looks me in the eyes and then down at my shorts as if he's telling me to take mine off.

"Umm, I hope this isn't going where I think it's going." I state confused.

"And where do you think this is going?" He asks, now in his underwear.