“Interesting,” Damien says, glancing over his shoulder to the sidewall of the limo where there is a hidden buffet behind the bench that runs along that side of the vehicle. It’s a match to the full bar that runs the opposite length.
He reaches for the sash at my waist and gives the bow one quick tug. Immediately, the robe falls open. Damien draws in a breath as his gaze skims over my naked body, from my sex, to my breasts, to my eyes.
And then—yes, oh god, yes—he slides his finger over my very wet, very sensitive labia, making me tremble with an unrelenting, demanding need that I feel through my entire body. The tightening of my breasts. The heaviness between my legs. The tingling of my lips. The warmth of my skin.
“Damien.” His name is a plea, but he ignores it. Instead, he lifts his now slick finger to his lips, and so slowly it’s almost painful, he sucks off the taste of me.
Then he looks at me with such desire it’s a wonder I don’t come right then.
“It’s not food I’m hungry for, Nikki,” he says as he gently spreads my legs. “It’s ambrosia.”
I whimper, as he slowly draws his tongue along my inner thigh, teasing and licking as he comes closer and closer to my center. So that when he’s finally there—when he finally closes his mouth on my sex to suck and tease and lick—the sensation is so far beyond incredible that I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to survive.
But it’s not just his mouth teasing me. With one hand, he presses against my inner thigh, his thumb grazing the soft skin between my leg and my sex. With the other, he reaches up to tease my breast, heavy and sensitive in his palm. Every part of me is on fire, and I grind against him, utterly lost, wanting more. Wanting absolutely everything.
I slide my hand up to my other breast, then mimic his touch as he pinches and squeezes my nipple so that threads of heat course through me like strings connecting every erogenous zone on my body.
His hand on my thigh shifts, and his finger teases my entrance even as his tongue flicks over my clit. I cry out, bucking up as he thrusts two fingers inside me, then sucks hard on my clit as I bite my lower lip and try to focus on breathing because I’m close—I’m so damn close—and every sensation is mixing together, building and building to what I am certain will be an explosion that rips me apart, satisfying me by completely destroying me.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying. “God, Damien, yes. Just a little more. Just a little—”
But then his mouth is gone, and I feel the shock of cool air on my sex instead of his warm mouth. I open my eyes to see that he has moved away, his head now tilted up to my face, his eyes burning with sensual intensity as he looks at my fingers, so tight now on my breast.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
I swallow, my hips shifting shamelessly as I search for contact that isn’t coming. “Damien, please.”
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Slowly, I shake my head as a new kind of excitement builds inside me. “No, sir,” I admit as I lower my hand. My whole body is suddenly hyperaware, on fire simply from the tone of his voice and the anticipation of what is to come.
“That’s twice you’ve been naughty.”
I frown, confused. “Twice?”
“I told you we’d dine under the stars. But since you took the liberty of making arrangements, now I’m going to have to cancel a reservation.”
“Oh.” I lick my lips as he reaches out a hand for me to take.
I do, and he gently kisses my fingertips before pointing to the area beneath the skylight and saying very firmly, “You want to be under the stars? There. On your knees. Elbows to the ground. Head down. Knees apart.”
I comply, then tremble violently when he presses the palm of one hand to my ass, and slides his other hand up between my legs, stroking my exposed sex. “Beautiful,” he murmurs as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me, then traces the rim of my anus with his thumb. “I like you this way, baby. Wide open for me. Ready. Do you know how wet you are?”
“Yes,” I murmur, then squeal as his palm smacks my ass.
“Naughty, too,” he says, then rubs the sting away with a gentle hand. “Can’t have that, can we?”
“No, sir,” I say, craving that sweet sting again, then sucking in a breath when it comes, the impact followed by a lingering heat that settles inside me, making me even wetter. That delicious pain getting all twisted up with the arousal coursing through me, so that with each smack of his hand, I get more and more turned on, my cunt so sensitive and needy that I think I just might die if he doesn’t hurry up and fuck me.
“But you were a bad girl,” he says, then bends forward to whisper in my ear. “How do you think I should punish you?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. He strokes me, fingers dipping into my cunt and then stroking my perineum in a wild and crazy rhythm that has me whimpering and begging. And then, when I think I can’t take it any more, I feel the press of his cock at my center as he grabs my hips with both hands. He starts out easy, but I can’t wait, and I press back hard against him, impaling myself on him.