SIXTY

SELENA

With his other hand, Damon began to trace lines on my back. They were lines that pulled up my shirt as they advanced. The faint contact his fingers had against my skin and the painfully unhurried kiss made me realize what Damon meant by his words.

Fear gripped me suddenly and I broke the kiss. My stare into Damon’s eyes intensified and I saw that look… the very one I saw the day I chained him to a chair as a way of spicing things up. That very look told me that Damon considered our erotic moments as something more intimate.

Gulping hard, the fingers on my right hand began to feel sweaty and my joints seemed to freeze.

“Hey…” Damon called gently, his dark eyes glistening with more desire in that illuminated room. I was still gripped by slight terror when he planted a kiss on my exposed collarbone. Looking right at me after, he asked, “What is wrong?”

“Uh…” My gaze quickly darted toward the huge ass painting in the room. “Nothing.”

The hold he had against the back of my head became advantageous for Damon as he gently directed my neck until our eyes met again. “If you don’t want this, we can stop.”

“No,” I sharply responded as my head wondered why he was talking as though it was our first time having sex. Then, as I recalled my fear, I realized again that this time, we won’t be having sex, we will be making love. And when we do, the things we feel for each other will be halfway confirmed. We will no longer be fuck buddies because something more meaningful will erupt and that scares me greatly.

I grew up learning how useless emotions were. Everyone around me never failed to drill into my head that feelings like love and affection were a big no-no for a person like me who was eyeing one of the most envied seats in the Mafia world.

I learned how such useless emotions could ruin me and everything I work for.

So, yes, I am scared. I have been afraid for a while in fact. Though my denial is fairly strong, I knew a long time ago that my attraction to Damon had surpassed something sexual. And the words I reluctantly said the day I visited a dejected Damon in his house, confirmed everything.

But like I said, my denial abilities are quite strong.

But now that Damon has kissed me in a less hungry way, now that he has kissed me in a way that tells me of the things he feels, that denial won’t work. All that’s left for me is to either give in to my fears and run away or give in to that moment and defy the many words of advice gang members gave me in the past.

“Selena?” Damon looked slightly worried. “If you don’t want this, we can just go back to the way things are. Remember that we are just trying to confirm what you feel.”

“I…” To kill the parch in my throat, I swallowed hard. Then, I was able to speak even though my words were to be whispered. “I am just scared, Damon.”

“You are?” Holding on to my waist, Damon sat up. As he did, our groins briefly touched and the erotic part of that moment beckoned to me. “Selena…” My hair was getting in the way so he pushed the coloured strands to the back. Our eyes on each other, I felt him secure the hold he had on my waist and he said, “It’s okay to be scared. If you let me, I will show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

As a way of showing how relaxed I was becoming, my hands went on to rest on his shoulders. And, with huskiness still in his voice, he asked, “Do you want me to show you that you’ll be fine?”

“Uh…” I could barely form a word as his question settled in my chest area and found a way to soothe me.

“Do you want me to take you on a different journey?” His hands began to span my body once again. This time, the multitude of fingers that moved on my back caused the insides of my body to jolt slightly. I was almost dancing against his barely aroused member as my body reacted further to the tactful removal of my shirt. “I need an answer, Selena.”

A light exhale escaped me and my head was slightly thrown back as his breath fell upon the skin that preceded my breasts. Once my top was fully discarded, his arms went back to circling my waist and Damon dragged his inhale as his nostrils pressed onto my skin some more.

I could already feel twitches between my legs but something else was occurring. The relief I felt in my chest was gradually turning into something I could not decipher. The longer our contact, the more the tug in my heart grew and the more it felt fuzzy inside me.

Halting his torturous inhale of the scent of my skin, Damon placed a short kiss on the portion that could still feel the air that came from him and as he took a look at me after, his voice drowned the heavy downpour outside the room as he asked, “Do you want this?”  My head danced slowly in the affirmative and my silent response was greeted by a quick flip of our position. Hovering above me while his arms gently placed me on the bed, Damon leaned closer so much that his breath tickled my left ear lobe and his chest grazed my nipples. And, he asked again, “Selena, do you want this?”

“Y-yes.”

“Forget your fears…” Our proximity at that point was something else. As he kissed the side of my neck, I felt tense. But it was a good kind of tension. That single kiss awakened every other part of my body and as Damon initiated more kisses, I felt more alive. “And, let me take you on this journey.”

His lips pulled away from my skin. And he sat upright, his fingers making sure to brush my nipple which was already feeling the fiery effect of that slow moment.

Soon, Damon got rid of his tee shirt. Then, I watched as he quietly took off the cotton shorts he chose to wear after our shower.

I was about to follow suit and get rid of my bum shorts when Damon smacked my hands away.

My intention to glare at him didn’t see the light of day as his penis greeted me with its gorgeous presence. Displaying a blushing redness, his member seemed to be on the way to getting aroused. I quickly decided to make it my mission to ensure it achieved that state of erection.

My body was halfway off the bed when Damon gently pushed me back. The glare I earlier pushed away came back and he replied to me, saying, “Be patient, Selena.”

“I just want to touch you, what’s there to be patient about?”

My arms were about to cross out of slight annoyance when I felt my shorts being pulled off my body.

Soon, I was just like him, naked and waiting for the next thing.

That next thing quickly arrived as Damon leaned forward again and latched his lips on my right nipple. Without rush, his tongue danced over the sensitive bud, waking it up with gentle licks that caused my arousal to increase.

His other hand which I was hoping would approach the other nipple started to move over my lower abdomen. As his fingers danced lightly on my skin as though in a ballet class, I felt a curling sensation in my stomach and my back was starting to lift off the bed in reaction.

Soon, his tongue found the other nipple and he repeated the same thing. But this time, perhaps because it had been anticipating the touch, the nipple felt sharp pleasure. It was the kind that caused me to gasp as my back curved.

“This is different, isn’t it?” Damon asked as his hauntingly beautiful eyes met mine. I nodded in response and his touch on my lower abdomen went lower and past my little pubic hair. The side of his body was now resting beside me and after a quick kiss on the side of my lips, he began to circle his touch on my thighs. “It has to be different,” he concluded his raspy words. “Close your lap,” Damon commanded as I pleaded silently that he touched me where it mattered the most.

“Huh?”

“Do it.” When I sandwiched his hand between my lap, I felt him wiggle closer to my needy part. Then, his voice whispered into my ear, “Dance as though my desire has set you on fire.” My head swiftly turned to face him, a small frown on my face. “Was that weird?” he asked, a slight sheepish touch added to his tone.

“A little bit.” I could not resist the chuckle that followed. “What fire? Please,” I scoffed.

”I read romance novels and they say things like that.”

“Clearly you read the weird ones. I- Ahh!” I sharply moaned as one of his fingers found a way to tickle my clit. Looking straight into his eyes, I called him out. “Damon Jones…”

A kiss rested on my shoulder and he began to string that contact down my skin. “We are talking too much.” I felt his manhood pressed against my back and I bit into my lip as the fact that I wouldn’t be able to touch his shaft settled in my head. “Just move around my fingers, okay?”

A quick nod and my body did as he asked. And really, my body felt like it was on fire. As my movements caused his fingers to stroke my pussy continuously, Damon didn’t stop kissing my skin with his torturous lips. Sometimes, he would gently tug at the softness of my skin, giving it a special kind of bite.

My body began to move more eagerly while desire and pleasure built their way within me. I was about to move faster when Damon snapped his hand out of my grip and changed his position.

Now, he was kneeling in front of me, his build looking more scrumptious. His dick was almost erect and my eyes enjoyed the view as Damon hooked my legs over his separated thighs. Soon, I was watching as he slid into me.

The both of us groaned at the same time and I tried to reach for something to grasp. Damon stilled inside me for some seconds and as crazy as it sounded to me, I felt his manhood grow bigger than it looked before and my insides grew accordingly.

When he pulled out, I realized that I was not imagining things. The pinkish head of his more erect dick had picked up some of my slick juices as well. I was about to say something when he penetrated me again, but this time, he began to initiate movements.

Just like his touch and kisses the past few minutes, his strokes were slow but they made sure to end every soft slam with deep penetration. The feeling that came with it had not gotten to me yet but when Damon placed his thumb over my clitoris and began to circle its nerves, my moans became louder.

So, Damon moved in and out of my pussy unrushed yet deeply and as he continued to stimulate my clit, I started to feel his manhood hitting places that caused my strained moans to get louder.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him either. As Damon moved, he looked like he was doing a dance that could seduce the heck out of any woman who likes his face, and for a second, I felt glad that I was the woman that got to see him looking that sexy in bed.

“Selena…” he called as his other hand began to dance all the way to my breasts. “I hope you are ready,” he said as his thumb played with my nipple.

I had no time to question what he meant by his words as my legs were instantly pointing toward the ceiling and a fair amount of Damon’s weight rested on me until he placed his arms under my head.

Then, in that position, he initiated faster strokes.

“Ugh.. so good,” Damon moaned. He still went deep, but the speed caused the heat that enveloped my body to increase. Our chests met, and our grunts started to match as my body tried to meet his pace. “You feel so fucking good Selena,” he continued as his voice groaned.

Circling and bucking my waist, I welcomed that heated moment that scorched my entire being in a way I was starting to handle badly.

My head began to feel like it could explode, my feet tingled insanely, my heart became a bigger mess and as Damon started to utter some words, I started to feel that approaching release bit by bit.

“I’m so glad you are mine.” Our lips met as his lower body rammed deeper and faster in a manner that was wicked toward both of us. The slapping sounds that followed drowned the squelching noises that my pussy was making and soon my voice took over.

“Ahh, deeper, Damon. I want more!” My head wouldn’t stay still, my feet were starting to feel weak. Yet I continued to beg as I dug my fingers into his back. “I fucking want more. I want more of you, Damon!”

“Fuck…” Damon cried as our eyes met and we both saw how we looked as we delved into that sensual moment. My breath unstable as the slapping sounds returned, I noticed the balls of sweat on his forehead and that was the last thing I saw as the peak of my pleasure arrived and caused me to close my eyes.

Damon seemed to sense it, so, he slowed his motion to the pace he started with. Soon, he found his release as well and after he swore loudly, he slid out of me and laid beside me, the tip of his dick the only thing I could see as I struggled to keep my eyes open.