Damon released my hand and walked back to the window to peer out again. Now that he was here, I felt so much better, but I was honestly still freaked out. I felt like we were in the middle of some crazy thriller movie running from the bad guys.
“They’re gone,” Damon stated as he pulled the curtains closed again. “They might come back, though.”
I nodded as I watched him stop in the middle of the room and stare at me. I had never seen this protective side of Damon before and it turned me on. Sex should be the last thing on my mind right now, but I couldn’t help myself when it came to Damon. He made me feel things I had never felt with a guy before and now that I was in danger, my emotions and hormones were shooting through the roof.
His zip-up was half-open, revealing his bare chest, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. His pectoral muscles showed but the zip-up covered his nipples, making me want to rip it off of him. It had been way too long since Damon had touched me and the kiss he left me with earlier came crashing back into my memories.
I stood up and walked over to him as his eyes followed my every movement. He didn’t move or say a word as I approached him and slid my hands inside the zip-up and against his bare skin. My nipples perked in excitement and made my bra feel as if it were suffocating me. I wanted it off and I wanted his mouth on me.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” I whispered.
He inhaled a sharp breath as his gaze ignited with want. His hands were at his side and he still hadn’t moved a muscle. I knew things between us had been rocky and we were now dealing with threats, but I wanted him and I wanted him right now.
I unzipped the rest of his sweater before I pushed it off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His naked chest greeted me as my hands shook and the throb between my legs heightened. It was a good thing I wasn’t wearing panties because I was already soaked and ready for him.
His perfect nipples taunted me as I lowered my mouth and ran my tongue over one. He tensed beneath me but still wouldn’t touch me. I needed dominate Damon to wake up!
As I continued to lick and taste his nipples, my hands went to his jeans and began to undo them. I knew what was hiding behind these restrictive jeans and I couldn’t wait any longer to feel my fingers wrap around his hard length.
I looked up into his eyes as I pulled away from his nipples and slipped my hand inside his open jeans. He wasn’t wearing any briefs so I was able to easily grab him. My hand wrapped around his girth as I inhaled a sharp breath. He hissed through his teeth and continued to intently watch me without movement. Why won’t he touch me?! Why won’t he take control?!
My hand began to slowly stroke his hardness as his pre-cum beaded at the tip. The size and hardness of him told me how turned on he was, yet he still wasn’t budging. What did I have to do to wake up the beast I knew was inside of him?
I dropped to my knees and tugged at his jeans as his dick sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of him as I slid my tongue along the backside of his vein and then across the head. He hissed out another breath but still wouldn’t touch me. It was obvious now that he wanted me to have all the control, but that’s not what I needed.
Standing back up, I removed my shirt and bra and watched his eyes move over my breasts. The brazen glare in his eyes told me that he enjoyed what he saw, so why not take control?
“Touch me,” I demanded quietly.
His eyes whipped back up to mine but he still wouldn’t move.
“Show me the guy I love so much. Show me the guy who took control of my body at the club. Show me the guy who loves to make me scream.”
And without another word, he grabbed my chin and slammed his lips onto mine. Our tongues danced and tasted as he backed me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell down, breaking our kiss.
He kicked off his jeans and then grabbed my legs to push me onto my back. I was spread wide open for him as my skirt bunched up around my waist. I really wasn’t wearing any panties and the look in his eyes told me that he was surprised that I was telling the truth.
I squirmed in anticipation as he leaned forward and began trailing kisses down my inner leg toward my thigh. My pussy throbbed for his mouth, but he stopped and stood back up as he stared down at me. He didn’t say a word as he stepped between my legs and yanked me toward the edge of the bed when his dick slid across my wetness.
I inhaled another sharp breath at the contact and tried to control the shaking that ran through my body. The head of his dick slid across my clit and my body tensed with excitement every time. I needed to feel him spread me wide open as he pounded into me. I needed a release.
Damon reached between us and grabbed his dick, guiding it into me. His head spread me open slowly and then he rammed into me. My breath hitched in my throat as my mouth fell open. Every muscle in my body melted as I finally let out a long moan. His dick hit that deep, sweet spot and I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before I came hard.
He began thrusting in and out of me as he held my gaze with his own. I couldn’t pull my eyes away as he fucked me slowly. Was he trying to kill me? I knew he was trying to control himself, but that’s not what I wanted or needed right now.
“Damon, please,” I begged and squeezed my walls around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Don’t fucking do that.”
I giggled because I knew what I was doing to him. He pulled out and made me whimper at his absence before he grabbed me and flipped me in one fluid motion. Being on my hands and knees, I looked over my shoulder at him and watched him step back between my legs. He guided his dick back into me and thrust hard. I nearly screamed from the new pressure as he grabbed a hold of my hair with one hand and gripped my hip with his other.
He began to thrust so hard and fast that I could barely catch my breath between my moans. His dick was hitting that deep, sweet spot again and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to hold on for a bit longer.
“You like when I fuck you like this, Taylor?”
“Y-yes!” I screamed.
He let out a groan as his hold on my hair tightened, making my head fall back and my back to arch. This made the angle of his thrusting dick hit something even deeper. Then he changed things up on me and halted his thrusts to grab my leg and prop my foot onto the bed. His hand reached between us as his fingers found my clit and he began to circle me there. My mouth fell open as I felt my core tighten. It was only a matter of seconds before I lost all control.
“Fuck!” Damon growled.
The tone of his voice and the way he fucked me deep and hard pushed me over the edge. I squeezed my pussy around him and let the wave of pleasure release. My orgasm pulsed through me as I screamed and fisted the sheets in my hands.
Damon thrust deeper and harder as he brought himself to a release. He pulled out and slapped my ass with his dick before he stroked himself dry. He let out a small groan each time he spurted cum out and it turned me on even more.
When he looked up into my eyes, he smirked and stepped back.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he laughed.
I giggled as I slid my skirt free from my waist and legs before I crawled to the head of the bed and got beneath the blankets naked. Damon walked over to the sink and cleaned himself up before he turned and grinned at me. This man was so incredibly sexy and I was so glad that he finally came to his senses so we could make up in more ways than one.
He crawled into bed before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. Our heavy breathing filled the room as I closed my eyes with a perma-grin on my face.