Chapitre 24: Chapter 22: Inappropriately Heavenly
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Leslie P.O.V.
Immediately we got inside the suite. Dropping my clutch, before I could say a word, Damien grabs my arm and yanks me into his own part of his suite as if I'm weightless. He pushes me up against the wall and buries his tongue inside my mouth with great ferocity.
The coat falls from my shoulders followed by the dinner gown and any bit of clothing. Allowing his hands to roam my body, exploring the dips and rises of my delicate curves. Reaching to my backside, he palms its roundness and slowly massages, matching the rhythm of our intertwined tongues. I feel the hardness of his middle, grinding into my belly button and I gasp against his lips.
Damn, it hasn't even been that long since he had been inside me yet it felt like something was missing.
Damien's hands slowly move up my bare back, over my shoulders and down to my aching breasts. I am ever so grateful when his fingers begin to flick and fondle my nipples through the tight fabric of my dress. I let a moan escape through our fused mouths and Damien devours it, muffling my cry of pleasure. He lets a hand travel south, easing between my thighs, searching for my heat. I'm on fire- a white hot flame of scorching ecstasy. The gap between my legs is humid with expectation. He slides a finger across my clitoris with slow, relentless torment. My knees buckle at the contact, and he continues his torture- back and forth, back and forth- until my muffled moans can no longer be contained. Just when I think his assault has ended, he slides the finger inside of me, feeling my walls throb and contract around him. A chorus of whimpers and expletives quickly follows.
Christ!
Is it wrong of me to want to stay in his arms forever. I thought our time in the lounge was crazy heaven I never knew it could get inappropriately heavenly.
Damien takes his other hand and wraps it around my lower back, lifting me off my feet effortlessly. I reflexively wrap my legs around him, kicking my heels off and letting them tumble to the ground. Astonishingly, his long, agile finger is still nestled inside of me and we are still engaged in our feverish lip-lock. My fingers are tangled in his tousled hair, elbows resting on his shoulders to support the slow grind against his finger. He inserts another, and I cry out a garbled plea, begging him not to stop.
He easily carries me to his bed. He sets me on the edge of the bed, and I whimper as his lips and fingers abandon me. He slowly places them in his mouth one by one, sucking away my sweetness while watching me intently. I stare back at him in awe; Holy fuck, I want him.
Remember I told you the next time I take you, you'll have to watch me"He says...in low raspy voice.
It's the first words he's uttered since our arrival yet we have already said so much with our bodies. I know the taste of my pleasure has affected him. He wants this just as bad as I do.
I look directly in front of me at his unbuttoned slacks dangling off the cut of his hip muscles. Slowly, I pull the zipper down, holding my breath in anticipation as his pants fall around his ankles, liberating his generous erection. I am nearly floored at the size of him, a mixture of apprehension and excitement overcoming me. I lick my lips reflexively while gazing up at him through my dark eyelashes. He gasps in surprise and sighs out in a pained yet pleasured way. I turn my attention back to his splendor wondering for a split second if I can really do this; But remembered how I had boldly taken him all in the other day.I shake the doubt from my mind and submit to my carnal urges, taking the swollen head of him in my mouth.
I gently swirl the tip with my tongue, savoring the trickles of sweetness that escape as a result. His flavor is delectable, and with eagerness I try to take all of him in my mouth. Damien's head rolls back and a barrage of deep, hoarse moans escape him. I continue to bathe him with my tongue, sucking slowly and tightly up and down. I let my tongue explore every inch of his ridged shaft, tracing each vein, swirling it from base to head. He's losing control; I can feel his legs quiver. He grows longer, thicker in my mouth and I know the end is near for him. I pick up the pace, craving to taste him once more when he pulls away, leaving my wanting mouth.
"No, not yet," He smiles down at me, still panting.
I sit before him, bare-nippled. I suddenly felt self conscious, I want to wrap my arms around myself to shield my breasts but the look of admiration in his eyes urges me not to. He advances inch by inch, placing his knee between my legs to scoot me up farther on the bed. When my entire body is flat on the adorned satin comforter, admiring the view once again.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently.
Damien hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got the first night that Damien's lips brushed my hand. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I'm gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Damien's eyes never leave mine, and I am unable to blink and break his hypnotic stare. I want to scream, want to thrash from this sweet agony but I am totally paralyzed in his captivity. And just as I feel as if I can take no more, the pulsing centralizes, leaving my limbs, crawling to a path leading to my sex. It is so overwhelming, so intense, and I call out to God, the Divine Power, and Damien. He still doesn't touch me, still doesn't save me as I drown in a pool of pleasure.
Before I can catch my breath and slow my pounding heart, He spreads my legs wider, exposing the waterfall of my release. And in one swift movement, he thrusts himself inside of me, filling me to capacity. We gasp in unison. The feeling is so… perfect. So right. I'm in disbelief at how good he feels inside my warmth. He begins to slowly grind, stirring himself within my walls. I can feel every inch of him, and from the look on his strained face, he can feel all of me. His torture is unhurried, deliberate. He wants to make this last and I never want it to end.
"Shit, you feel good," he breathes into the base of my neck. His teeth graze my throat and I shudder from his touch.
Soft moans leave my lips, joining Damien's low sighs in a harmonious song of hedonism. The tempo increases with each stroke, and soon it is a tune of sharp cries and deep, throaty groans. I feel it growing inside of me, and my whimpers evolve into agonized yelps with his increasing length. It's painful yet oh so pleasurable and the combination brings me to my brink. My flame is now a wildfire and only he can extinguish it. I feel it; feel it building inside me, climbing higher and higher. Damien's expression is a mixture of strain and defeat. He can't stop himself. He needs this too; he needs to surrender himself to our carnality.
In one deep thrust, he relinquishes his resolve, his fingers digging into the sides of my backside as he pushes himself deeper still. The feeling of his eruption causes me to submit to mine as well, and I cry out his name as our rivers unite into a deep, endless ocean.
And there I lay in his arms all weak and tired from being fucked and dazed. I've been fucked and also made love to. It was more than I anticipated , more than I could dream of and unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. The sex, intimacy, connection everything were off the charts and has only left me breathlessly and stunned.
I could feel my ovaries and every other womanly parts of me sing with joy as I was filled and watered.
I know it's a weird thing to say. But this new sensation and discovery puts all my past relationships and past sex life to shame.
Now the big question popping in my mind as I was lulled to sleep.
Have I fallen for him already?
Or am I just in denial!
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