FIFTY EIGHT

SELENA

I was joking about the sex on the beach but Damon appeared to take me seriously. His dark eyes swept over my body, the man took a step closer and his exhilarating scent reached my side. I was about to utter a word when his hand found the back of my head. The next second, he pushed his lips against mine and began to ravish the flesh of my lips as though it were a meal.

“Da…” I could not complete his name nor could I pull away as I intended to. Soon, he was jamming our bodies, igniting the desires that were waiting to be unleashed. As I gave up my intention to pull away, my head tilted to the side and I gave him more access to my lips.

With great fervour, our lips clashed, our tongues met and we increased the contact between our bodies even more. I could feel the way Damon’s arm circled around my waist and I appreciated that touch.

The way he holds me every time we are intimate makes me feel comfortable and reassured so much that it sometimes scares me.

To match his pace, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tiptoed my feet which sank into the ground.

Caressing my hair with his fingers, Damon gave me one last kiss before causing our blazing eyes to meet. As I tried to catch my breath, Damon stared at me some more. His thumb now hovering over my wanting lips, he huskily said, “Should we take this inside?”

My lips managed a smirk as excitement grew within me. I didn’t think he would actually take my joke seriously to the extent of suggesting that we advanced things. My smile still persistent, I asked with a whisper, “How about we just do it here? No one will get to see us.”

“It will rain soon.” I let out a yelp as he, without a warning, lifted me off the floor and held me securely with his strong arms planted beneath my buttocks. With undeniable excitement in his eyes, Damon said, “We shouldn’t catch a cold, or else this vacation won’t be enjoyable.”

Smiling harder than I intended to, I cupped the roughness of his jaw in my hands. Though the sky was gradually becoming gloomy, I could still see signs of unshaven sprouts on his chin and for a second, I pictured Damon with a beard. It was a great imagination.

My body bounced gently as Damon began to walk toward the beach house built with exquisite wood products. The enormous bungalow has been existing for years and despite the fact that it was standing on loose ground, it remained strong.

Resting my chin on Damon’s head, I looked ahead at the ocean which now looked like a view that came out of a movie. The beautiful chaos it was experiencing made me wonder what it will feel like to be an ocean.

I bet I would feel free… the raging sea did look like it could flow to where ever it wanted to be.

“Selena?”

“Hmm?” I responded after a deep exhale escaped me.

“You are blocking my view. I can’t see the door.”

“Oh…” Chuckling, I removed my chin from his head which could replace a comfortable pillow. I could still perceive the lovely scent of his shampoo and I reminded myself to spend more time resting against his head.

Once the squeaking door swung open, Damon slammed it shut and began to walk toward the small-sized bed in the middle of the scanty living room.

I still don’t know why that bed was there, but I appreciated its presence as Damon hurried past the couches and toward the mattress.

Gently dropping me on the bed, the next thing Damon did was get rid of his shirt.

Soon, he was hovering over me, his right hand already taking a delightful tour of my body as he made our lips meet again. Placing my hands on his bare chest which felt good to touch, my head danced as I returned the intensity he brought with his kiss.

A low moan escaped Damon's lips and I felt my body shiver gently in reaction. Capturing his lips with more need, I raised my body to meet with his chest and I felt myself delve into the sea of more desire as his hand managed to go past the tiny strap of my gown.

“Damon…” I moaned as he slowly circled his thumb over my nipple, his lips still causing mine to feel pleasurably swollen.

“You know…” his voice seemed to growl against my lips. When our lips stopped kissing, Damon made sure that they were close enough to continue the heated contact. Gluing his forehead to mine, our eyes met, we exchanged breaths and he said with a low voice, “I really love touching your tits.” The pull in his voice caused a twitch to occur between my legs. Resisting the urge to close my eyes for a second, I heard him say, “Your tits are always the first to react to my touch. I mean…” He pinched my nipple and I felt that twitch again. “… can you feel how hard this nipple is?”

Gasping slowly as I tried to stifle my moans, I began to cross my legs to contain the growing needs in my crotch area. Damon did not stop with that single touch either. His thumb resumed circling over the tautness of my nipple and soon, without resuming our kiss, he made my back meet the soft bed once again. Then, he placed his attention on both nipples after he successfully ripped my dress apart.

Trying not to mourn the loss of my dress, I focused on Damon’s hair which made waves as his lips went on to dance over my right nipple, sucking and licking with tact. My back was now arching off the bed as more pleasure shot through my body. Damon tried to still my movements by placing his left hand on my lower abdomen but my body refused to listen.

“Ahh!” I suddenly screamed as he gritted my nipple with his teeth. The thing I felt made my heart race and that caused my breath to pick a faster pace. My chest heaving heavily, a low moan escaped as he left my breasts and began to trail the wetness of his tongue over my skin. When he got to my belly button, he probed the little hole with his tongue and my body jolted.

“That’s it…” Damon gasped as he looked at me. “I just love the way your body reacts to my touch.”

“Hmm…” I moaned, biting into my lip as the side of my thighs smeared against each other creating more sensation around my groin. I was about to run my hand through his hair when his hands stretched to start a tour of my arms. The soft-touch traveled down my skin in a fiery way until our hands interlaced.

Soon, our hands were fighting against each other as he pushed them backward. At first, I was confused, but when I saw how he arched his back to position his lips around my pussy, I held onto his hand.

Pulling the remnant of my gown off my lower body by using his mouth, my vulva was instantly exposed and he didn’t waste time. I instinctively spread my legs, and he latched his lips onto my clit, causing another scream to erupt from my lips.

“Ahh…” This time, my moan was shivery. I had to rush air out of my lips as I tried to keep my calm. But will that be ever possible? When Damon touches me, I lose all my senses in a way I don’t always like.

Our hands still tangled, Damon relaxed his body as he placed his entire focus on my pussy. Swirling his lips over my wetness, lapping my seeping juices, causing my entire pussy to throb with more need, making me feel unrivaled heat in between my legs… Damon sure wasn’t going easy on me.

Grabbing my hair as more shivery moans erupted from my lips, I found myself falling into the depths of pleasure. My body was yet to stay still, and my hips kept moving toward his intense lips which were working so hard that slurping noises filled the large room.

Soon, he paused what he was doing. I felt disappointment as he stood upright. But watching him take off his jean trouser turned my sorrow into delight. Once he was entirely naked, all my eyes could see was his growing hardness. I didn’t even notice when he wiggled my torn gown off my body.

Half of my senses came back when he flipped me and made my buttocks face the ceiling.

I was about to turn to face him when his hand pinned me down and Damon said, “Stay down.”

“You know…” my voice was almost hoarse, “… I hate it when people tell me what to do.”

“Well, Selena…” His hands rubbed the softness of my buttocks before he pried my legs apart and caused my delight to abound. “You’ll have to let go of your thoughts during this vacation. You only get to do what I want you to do.”

As much as the growl in his voice was sexy, I still found his words weird. I was about to lift my head again when he stopped me and pressed a finger against my clit. My butt shot into the air as my spine curved in reaction. I was so close to moaning when his dick slid past my wetness, resulting in a bigger cry filled with joy.

“Fuckkk…” I groaned as he planted his hands on my butt cheeks and began to move in that position. Slowly, he made sure to penetrate deeply. And when he slid out, I felt the loss of our contact and I instantly wanted more.

And, he gave me more.

The low grunt that came from him arousing me more, Damon squeezed my buttocks and began to introduce strokes that went from slow to fast within a matter of seconds. The contact of our skin each time he penetrated caused me to feel wanted and the feeling of ecstasy that rushed through my body caused me to beg for more.

I knew I was getting closer to the feeling I was waiting for, so I tried to stall things. But the entire moment was too good, I just collapsed into the emotions that came with the intimate moment.

“So fucking good…” Damon moaned as he increased his pace, slapping noises filling the air. “You feel so fucking good.”

As I cried in response, Damon bent over my body and made his hand cup my chin. While that little change in position caused him to stroke my heated walls differently, the kiss he gave me as he tilted my head made me lose control of the very thing I was trying to hold back.

Soon, with great shivering ensuing, I found my release which remained for a while as Damon didn’t stop his stroking until he achieved the same feeling.