Then, he covered her mouth with his, and she was lost all over again. His body lowered onto hers. He held himself up on his forearms, but their lower halves were pressed firmly together. He ground his hips against her. If she had thought dancing with him was sexual, that was nothing compared to this. He could do things with his hips that made her body hum.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing was ragged. They hadn’t even done anything yet, and already, she was fucking aroused. She dragged her legs up to either side of his hips and thrust upward to meet his movement.
He bit out a moan and then pulled back to look down at her. His dark eyes were practically black in the dim lighting. “You totally fuck me up,” he admitted.
She ran her hand down his pants and then over his dick. It was stiff and pulsing. She stroked it twice and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Damon kissed her one more time and then slid down her front to land between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, he just slipped his fingers under the mesh of her dark green thong and ran a digit over the slick folds. “Jesus.”
“Yeah,” she groaned.
Then, he pressed his finger into her. A second joined the first, and he started up an easy movement within her. She felt her body building with desire as he worked her in and out. His tongue shot out and flicked her clit. Her hips bucked beneath him, and she swore that she saw him smirk.
Damon yanked her thong off and pressed her legs open in front of him without another word, and then he dropped his head to lavish her *. His fingers stroked her while he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit until she was shaking and couldn’t move. She practically ached with exertion as he drew more and more from her.
Then, just when she thought she couldn’t hold out any longer, he started moving in deliberate slow strokes inside her. She shivered as her orgasm hovered just out of range. It was so close and so far away. She was quivering. Her walls sucked on his fingers as he held her in place, as if he knew exactly how to work her body.
“Fuck,” she cried.
He licked her clit, causing a long shudder to run through her. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come soon.”
“Let me?” she gasped.
At her question, he pumped his fingers into her faster. “Yeah. I want you to feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving you, and I want you to remember exactly who gave it to you.”
“Damon,” she purred.
“That’s right.”
While still moving his fingers within her, he sucked on her clit, and everything seemed to explode within her. She came apart in waves and saw spots in her vision during a climax that she might have never reached before.
She lay back on the couch, taking in deep healing breaths while letting her body ride out the release.
Damon sat back on his heels and stripped out of his shirt. Her eyes widened when she got a look at him. She had known he was built. She had felt that from dancing and the way he was riding her earlier, but seeing it in person was different. He had a killer body, not too big and bulky but not skinny either. He had a perfect rock-star body.
He undid his pants and left them lying on the ground. He stood before her in nothing but a fit pair of black boxer briefs that hardly concealed the bulging erection within.
He held his hand out. “Come here.”
Trihn stood on shaky legs and took his hand. She ditched her heels. After her orgasm, there wasn’t a chance in hell that she was going to be able to walk anywhere in them. She followed him back to his bedroom, which had a simple wooden bedroom set with a queen-size bed with a dark blue comforter. He walked her backward to the foot of the bed and then lifted her black dress over her head.
Bryna’s rebound dress had officially done the trick.
“Don’t need that,” he said as he tossed it to the ground.
He went to work, unclasping her matching green mesh bra and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her model-thin frame to him. She fought the urge to cover herself up. She didn’t have the same body issues she’d had in high school, but it was easy to think that she was either too thin or too fat or too anything but perfect. Damon’s eyes traveled her figure with appreciation, lingering on her small breasts, flat stomach, her hip bones that naturally protruded forward, and then down to her thigh-gap legs. They were all things she would kill to change, but when Damon looked at her, that all disappeared.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered.
She laughed nervously, not used to the attention. She couldn’t remember the last time Neal had said something like that to her. And the only person she had been with before that had been Preston and a random guy she’d met on a modeling job. Those had turned out to be all bad decisions in the end.
All of a sudden, Damon seemed to notice her nervousness, and he took her hands in his. “You are gorgeous. No doubt about that.”