Page 81 of Remembering Passion

Though my patience was stretched, I continued to coax, wanting her to do this on her own. “You smell fucking delicious.”

Releasing her legs, I slid my hand up her stomach, splaying my fingers. I did the same with the other hand on her back, feeling the way her spine arched. My touch moved upward, cupping her breasts, and tweaking her nipples. By the rapidness of her breathing and the soft moans filling my ears, I could tell my ministrations were effective.

“That’s it. Let me make you feel good.”

Slowly, she relaxed, easing her stance as I continued my caressing. When she was close enough, I parted her with my tongue. Her back arched even farther, her long locks swaying over my legs as her moans grew louder. Loving the noises she made, I did it again. This time I swirled her clit and gently nipped it.

Ella screamed as she reacted, her body shivering under my touch.

“Do you hate this?” I asked between sucking and lapping.

“God…no.” Her body stiffened, and I realized she was sitting forward, gripping the headboard.

Holding her in place, I took over, virtually unaware of what exactly I was doing. I was too enthralled with the noises coming from above. It was as she called out my name and her legs trembled that I sucked, drinking her sweet essence. Finally, she fell to the side of me, still breathing quickly with her cheeks flushed. Lifting my face over hers, I smiled. “It was hard to tell. Did you hate it?”

She shook her head. “I’m…done—done for the night—and it’s your fault.”

“You’re not done, and I take full responsibility. Rinse and repeat, remember?” Before she could answer, I tugged my boxer shorts off and made my way between her outstretched legs. “I’m fucking hard as a rock.”

When I was over her, Ella’s lips curled into a smile. “I know I don’t hate this.”

My eyes closed as I slid inside her. “Damn, you’re tight.” Inch by inch, her pussy hugged me. It was like trying to don a glove two sizes too small.

Her neck stretched as we became one, her breasts lifted to my lips. I sucked one nipple and then the other as I found our rhythm. Once she again began to respond, I pulled out and flipped her to her stomach. Lifting her ass in the air, I ran my finger from her cunt to her tight ring of muscles.

“Damien,” she scolded.

“You won’t hate that either.”

Ella craned her neck and met my gaze. “Let’s spread the new memories out beyond one night.”

Damn, she was gorgeous with her round ass in the air, her hair mussed, and red patches from my facial hair adorning her skin. I didn’t argue as I plunged deep back into her pussy.

“Fuck.”

“Yes,” she called. “Not hating. I’m so full.”

The position was heaven. My speed increased as I held tightly to her hips. The suite filled with the sounds of two bodies slapping against one another. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit together with perfection. Perspiration coated my skin as Ella’s cunt spasmed, strangling my cock. It was the striking of the match that resulted in an out-of-control wildfire. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Holding her with an iron grip, my balls drew tight, and I exploded time and time again, filling her with my seed.

It wasn’t until I broke our connection, fell to the pillow at her side, and pulled her warm body against mine that I realized I’d forgotten to wear a condom. We’d been skin to skin before when we were a couple. Maybe this was my subconscious saying I wanted that again.

I kissed her hair as she curled into my side. “I never forgot.”

Ella looked up at me. “Me either.”

Gabriella

My eyes opened in a dreamy haze as I instinctively curled next to the mountain of warmth at my side. Rolling to my back, I stared up at the ceiling and assessed my thoughts and feelings. A week ago, I told myself this couldn’t happen—I wouldn’t allow it. Now, I was waking in Damien’s bed. My new coat was lost somewhere to the floor and other than my room key, all my personal possessions, including clothes, were in a room down the hall.

Light seeped around the heavy hotel curtains, letting me know that morning was near.

The bed shifted as Damien’s large hand came to my thigh. Even first thing in the morning, his smile was radiant.

“Good morning.” His deep baritone reverberated through the room.

“Morning.”

The muscles in his arms and back flexed as he sat up near the headboard.

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