“Oh, okay. Sure.”
She peered through the peephole, but no one was there. Then, she pulled the door open and nearly dropped the phone.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “What are you doing back already?”
Damon laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I wanted to surprise you!”
She jumped, wrapping her legs around his torso and kissing him hard on the mouth. He carried her through the front door and kicked it shut behind them. Without a word, he walked her through the house and into her bedroom.
She dropped to her feet in front of her bed, a huge smile plastered on her face. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Good surprise?”
“The best.”
“Fuck, it is so good to see your beautiful face.” He cupped her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her, as if she were the very air he breathed and that kiss sustained him.
And then the tide broke.
He released her face and started tearing at her clothes. Her shirt and bra fell into a heap at the foot of the bed, and then he dropped to his knees, hungrily kissing his way down her front. He unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them down her legs. She stepped out of them, and his hands searched up her legs to her exposed inner thighs before spreading her legs further apart.
He buried his face against her lace thong and blew until she was squirming.
“Do you like that?” he growled, his voice deep and husky, his British accent rolling over every single word like a heated caress.
And just at his touch, she was on fire. Her body tightened, and when he slid her panties aside and pressed his fingers up inside her, she arched backward.
“Fuck,” she murmured. She was wet from just having him close. Her body responded to his demands.
“That is exactly what I intend on doing.”
He moved his fingers in and out of her, and then he slicked his thumb down her folds before pressing it to her clit. She moaned loudly, not realizing how much she had missed his touch until just that moment. She hadn’t been prepared for this, and now, her body was hyperaware of every move he made.
He circled his thumb against her clit until she felt her legs turn to Jell-O. She nearly collapsed forward onto him with the force of her orgasm.
Damon left a soft kiss on her thigh before removing her underwear completely. He lifted her, as if she were weightless, and set her down on the bed. She lay back flat, the remnant of her release still flowing through her body.
She watched him pull his black T-shirt over his head, revealing his six-pack abs beneath. His hands went to his belt buckle, yanking it free from his jeans. He folded his belt in half and snapped it together, making a loud thwack each time the sides met, and then he flicked her leg with it just hard enough to leave a biting sting on her thigh.
“Ow,” she said, her eyes wide.
He chuckled softly. “Careful now, or you’re going to deserve a lot more than that.”
Her mouth fell open in surprise. Who is this gorgeous man in front of me?
He laughed at her expression and tossed the belt to the side.
“Guess you have some of that bad boy left in you, huh?”
Damon raised his eyebrows. “You bring it out of me, lover.”
He flicked the button on his jeans and then dragged them to the ground. His boxers followed until his dick was in full view before her.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning her over.
She crawled across the bed to him. He sat down and pulled her over on top of him. She straddled his body. His hands crawled up from her hips to her breasts. He brought his mouth down onto her nipple, and she felt the ache in her core start up all over again. He flicked his tongue across the erect ridge, circling and sucking. Then, he moved to the other one, and all the while, she felt heat pooling in her center.
Trihn twisted until she felt the tip of his dick pressing against her. She was all for the foreplay, but her body was demanding his attention. She circled her hips in an intricate dance, trying to get him inside of her. But he held her in place, only giving her an inch to try to get herself off.
“Fuck me. God, I need you,” she cried as he spent extra special attention on the other breast.
Damon looked up at her with a wicked, devious grin and then forced her down all the way onto his cock.
“Oh,” she breathed. She tilted her head back, letting her eyes close.
He bounced her up and down, thrusting up into her when their bodies met. “I’ve wanted to do this every day I’ve been gone.”
“Maybe you should be gone more often,” she joked.
“If you wanted it rough and dirty, all you had to do was ask.”
Her * clenched around him at the words, and it was his turn to groan. He slammed her back down on top of him, and then he seemed to lose all semblance of control. They moved together perfectly in sync. The days apart had made their desire that much more heightened.