“That’s all you, Mu?eca. Your sweet pussy fucking squirted all over me.”
His filthy words had as much effect on my body as his touch just did. I wanted him to say more dirty things like that to me. I never wanted it to end. He tore his shirt off by pulling it up from the back and over his head, throwing it on the floor beside the rest of our stuff as he started to unbuckle his belt and jeans. “Are you sure you want to do this? Just say the word, Amira, and I will stop now. Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that once I start, I won’t be able to quit. Not with you. Not ever with fucking you.”
I didn’t falter, not for one second. “You promise?”
He smiled, sliding down his jeans, letting his hard cock jut free. My face paled, and my head jerked back against the pillow. “Damien… oh my God. You really are a monster.”
He laughed so hard, throwing his head back.
“We can’t. It won’t fit. You’ll kill me with that thing.”
He mischievously grinned, crawling his way up my body, kissing and sucking his way up to my lips.
“I’m being serious, Damien. That thing is too big. It’s too thick. I can’t—”
He kissed me hard, stifling my words. “It’s my cock, Mu?eca.” He kissed along my neck, down to the cleavage of my breasts. “Not my thing. My cock,” he reaffirmed, peering up at me through the slits of his eyes. Simply stating, “Amira, you were made for me.”
I beamed, understanding exactly what he was trying to say. He made his way back up to my lips, wanting to claim them again. Grabbing the hair by the nook of my neck, he brought my lips up to meet his, pecking me at first. Teasing them with the tip of his tongue, outlining my pouty mouth. My tongue sought his out, and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord. Taking what the other needed and vice versa.
He kissed me with everything he could muster up. He kissed me until the earth stopped moving and time stood still. There was something agonizing about the way we were moving—it was urgent, demanding, and all-consuming. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s taste, leaving us thirsty and wanting so much more.
I wanted everything.
He caressed the side of my face, my breasts, the back of my thighs as if he didn’t know where he wanted to touch me the most.
“I love you, Mu?eca,” he throatily said in between our passionate kisses.
“I love you too,” I panted, needing him to hear it as well.
He kissed me like his life depended on it. Like I was everything he ever wanted and so much more. I yearned for him to make us one person in the same way I always had before.
“Damien…” I moaned in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Our bodies moved in sync like they were made for each other, nothing could ever compare or even come close to this. I placed my hand on his rapidly beating heart that was pounding against my chest and opened my eyes, staring profusely into his.
The devotion.
The adoration.
The love…
He had for me, spilled out of his dark, dilated, intensely piercing honey eyes.
“There she is… there’s my girl,” he rasped, slowly thrusting in.
“Ahhh… Damien...”
“Shhh… Mu?eca, I got you.”
I swear I felt every last inch of him as he tore his way through my virginity. My teeth bit into my bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. I probably should’ve told him I was still a virgin, though I was scared he would stop.
Or worse, he wouldn’t do it all.
He slowly, tenderly thrust in and out of me, trying to steady his breathing, while I tried hard not to jerk away from him. I waited for the initial pain to subside, hoping like hell it didn’t burn like this the entire time. My moans and whimpers weren’t from pleasure, and it was then he knew.
He stopped, staring lovingly into my eyes. Contemplating what to say before he just whispered, “I’m so fucking in love with you, Mu?eca...”
Emotions I’d never felt before flowed through my entire body while throbbing sensations took over the ache, relaxing my body a little more. Not only did Damien make slow, passionate love to me, he claimed me without words. His hips thrust harder and deeper into me with a compassionate, deliberate motion. I couldn’t do anything but surrender to him. Submit to the only man I ever loved with my heart, body, and soul.
With every kiss, every touch, every thrust, and every single I love you, he made unspoken promises to me. He adoringly kissed all over my face, along my jawline, my forehead, and on the tip of my nose. The room started spinning like it did when his face was in between my legs. My head fell back, and my breathing became heady, urgent, and so good…
He immediately lapped at my neck and breasts, leaving tiny marks all over. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to enjoy the sensation of him being on top of me.
“That feel good, baby?” he groaned, making his way back up to my mouth.
I nodded, unable to form words. My arms reached around him, hugging him closer against my body, wanting to feel his entire weight on me. He leaned his forehead on mine. Breathing out, “Open your eyes. Let me see those brown eyes, Mu?eca.”
I did, taking in how lively, thriving, and full of love his stare reflected back into mine. Our mouths were parted, still touching and panting profusely, trying to feel each and every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I swear the pounding of our hearts echoed off the walls.
“Fuck, baby… Come… come on my cock… just like that…”
Still no words.
I was coming. I was coming from my head to my toes, and all he needed was to keep doing whatever he was doing. A faint whimper turned into a moan when he angled my leg up higher, hitting that spot that his fingers did before. Like he could feel my silent pleas, he gave my throbbing nub some much-needed attention.
“You like that, Mu?eca?” he questioned with warm words and passionate kisses to my lips.
“Damien…” I panted.
“Fuck, Amira… Fuck… you feel so good… so fucking tight… so fucking mine…” he growled, somewhere in between pleasure and pain.
I fell.
He fell.
We met somewhere in the middle. My entire world spun out of control, and so did his as I shuddered beneath him, and his body tensed above mine.
He was the beginning to my end or maybe it was the end to my beginning.
It didn’t matter because he was my home too.
He would always be home to me.
“I love you, Damien.”
Lifting his head, he kissed me. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You know that, right?”
“Yes…” I smiled, returning his love. Nothing existed in that moment but him and me. No one else mattered, and my whole world was right here.
Right in this room.
I loved him.
I’d always loved him. And there was no doubt in my mind that Damien felt the same way.