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Charlie

Damon hovered over me and his eyes leaked with passion and lust. I wanted him in the worst way. "What are you waiting for?" I asked him, growing extremely impatient. Why wasn't he doing anything? I could tell he wanted to. "I'm just admiring."

"Admiring what?" I whispered back to him. "How beautiful you are." Then he smashed his lips onto mine, and fire erupted through my body. His lips were luscious felt like the softest pillows I had ever laid my head-on. My head began to get fuzzy and filled with thoughts. So many that I couldn't focus on a single one of them. I was no longer at the front of my mind. I lost all self-control, but my body knew exactly what to do and when to do it.

The kiss went from soft and sweet to rough and animalistic. I had never heard a man moan before, but the moment Damon did just from the most delicate touch I gave him, it turned something on in me. I wanted to hear more of him. I wanted to listen to him panting, whining, crying, and begging for me.

He pushed us further on the bed, and my head hit the pillow, and he sat up and ripped his shirt off. Leaving his glorious torso on display for me. I wanted nothing more to have every single part of his body covered in my love. I sat up and followed him in, taking my shirt off and throwing it across the room. I laid there in just my bare breast and leggings. I didn't think that Damons eyes could get any darker, but I was so wrong. "You're beautiful."

He dove down and began to lay peppery kisses up and down my neck. Every once in a while, finding a spot to suck and bite on sending me into another fuzzy spiral. I could barely speak, but I was a moaning mess, and he hardly touched me. I could feel myself start to get embarrassed and start to feel insecure. Damon could tell, and he pulled away from my neck and looked me dead in my eyes. "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" I asked him, but I obviously knew what he was talking about. "I love the noises you make." He whispered in my ear and licked the shell on the outside, which caused me to shiver in pleasure. "Don't ever feel insecure around me. Especially in moments like these." He explained as he laid a soft kiss on my neck.

"Say whatever you want to say. Ask whatever you want to ask. Do whatever you want to do. Because in moments like these.." Damon trailed off, and I was confused why until I knew why. He slowly moved his hands beneath my legging band and slid a finger right in between the lips between my thighs. His finger pressed up against my clit, causing immense feeling to flow through my body. "I am yours, and you are mine."

Damon slammed his lips right back on mine. The kiss started to get sloppy and heated. It was hard to focus on it because he started to move his fingers around. My breath hitched, and I gasped in anticipation. I want more of him. I need more movement. I needed it to be faster and harder. I wanted him inside of me.

He slowly began circling his finger at a slow and agonizing pace. "Damon, please," I whispered out, and I fluttered my eyes open only to see him smirking at me. He was teasing me, and I hated it. "Damon." I moaned out. All he did was add more pressure making the feeling even stronger than it already was. I didn't think that would be possible. Somehow he maneuvered himself to where he was still teasing my clit but slid my leggings off with the other one.

I was highly irritated that he still had his bottoms on, but I wanted to take things slow tonight and enjoy this moment. Finally, Damon started to pick up the pace, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted this feeling to fill me. I wanted to reach the highest I could get just from his hands. I can't even imagine how good it will feel once he enters me.

"Tell me what you want." He said as he lifted my legs and spread them open. He moved his finger from my clit and entered one finger after another to get them wet. And with every time a lot out a pleasure-filled sound. He finally slipped in one finger and started to put pressure. With every centimeter he put in, he was trying to find where my G-spot was. Then he hit it. It was a pleasurable feeling, but I don't think it's enough to get me there. I think Damon could tell, and he pulled out and lifted his head to look at me.

"Do you not like it?" He asked me. "I mean, it feels nice, but it's not getting me there." Usually, I wouldn't say it out loud, but Damon made me feel safe and secure, and I needed that now more than ever. "Okay, don't even worry about it. There are other ways to get you there." He smirked and leaned down, and laid a kiss on my lips. He kissed down my face, went to my chest, and flicked his tongue out over my nipples. I felt my back slightly arched at the foreign feeling. He took my breast into his mouth and started sucking. He twirled his tongue around my nipple, and every once in a while, he would bite and pull. It was sending me into a frenzy.

The fog flooded my mind yet again as he switched back and forth from one nipple to another. And whichever one wasn't in his warm and inviting mouth, he was twirling in between his fingers. And I was a moaning mess. I could feel myself get wetter and wetter. We're going to have to ask for new sheets tomorrow. Probably for the rest of the trip, actually.

He pulled away, and when he let go of my breast, it let out a popping noise. He kissed down my stomach and spread my legs open yet again. He moved down the bed and positioned himself in between my legs. He lifted them, and he was eye to eye with my desire. I wanted him to take me so badly.

I don't know what it was with him moving like a sloth, but that's what it felt like. I thought Alphas were supposed to be fast, dominant, and aggressive? Damon is the complete opposite, and I love it. He was soft, gentle, and considerate. He leaned his head down in between me and slowly pushed my lips open. He stuck his tongue in between me and licked up. It was a foreign feeling. I hadn't felt in so long, and I don't remember it being this good. Actually, good isn't the best word to describe it more like amazing.

His tongue traced me up and down. With every lick getting me closer and closer to pleasure island. He focused a lot on my clit and slowly began to pick up the pace. My head started swirling, and I could feel myself getting tighter. I was getting so close to the edge I wanted to jump off it. However, Damon was a little tease and could tell when I was close. He was constantly pulling away any time I was near the edge. He pulled away, and I immediately sat up, and frustration filled my body.

"Damon, stop teasing me and let me finish." I don't know what came over me, but I felt so powerful saying that. But a split second after, I felt fear creep in. Did I just really speak to an alpha like that? No way in hell is he going to let me get away with this. Damon moved from my vagina, and there was something that was dancing in his eyes. He was aroused. "Yes, ma'am." His voice was calm and filled with obedience. He was submissive to me—something I had never seen or even heard of in an Alpha.

Damon bowed his head and went back to work on my clit at a pace that was almost as fast as time itself. My head flew back, and I immediately started screaming out in excitement. I felt the build-up. I was getting closer and closer.

I was prepared for him to stop, but he didn't. I was at the top of Mount Everest, and I was looking down on a sea of clouds, knowing that if I jumped, I would have reached satisfaction.

My throat was getting dry from all the heaving I was doing. I could barely breathe anymore. My vision went blurry, and the rest of my body fell numb. The only thing I could comprehend was this feeling.

Then with one final lick, I jumped. I was flying through the clouds. I was free. I was free to feel everything and relish in the feeling. And when I landed, it was the softest landing I have ever had.

Damon moved his head from in between my legs and pushed his lips against mine. This kiss was soft and kind. As he leaned down, I could feel the pressure underneath his jeans, and I was immediately aroused again. I wanted to make him feel the same way he made me feel. Maybe even worse. I wanted complete control of him physically. I wanted him to beg for me. But my mind wasn't strong enough to fight against my tired and limp body.

That had to have been the biggest orgasm I have ever had. And I want to experience it again and again and again. "I'll get you cleaned up while you rest." My eyes were fluttering close, but I just wanted to please him. "Mhnph..." I mumbled out, but no words came out—just incoherent sounds. "Shhhh, rest, my love. We have a long day tomorrow." Damon pulled me into his chest, grabbed the blankets, and covered me up. I could feel sleep slowly start to cover me, and Damon's scent soothed me to sleep.

But all I knew was that tomorrow was going to be a long day indeed.

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