Page 21 of Finding Emotion

Sensation exploded as her hand stroking his dick sped up, and he sucked in a breath as his erection became almost painful in its stiffness. He bit his cheek as he breathed through the arousal, trying his best to obey and not cream himself.

“Are you still saying no to sex?” she whispered in his ear before biting him on the lobe. Her squeeze became a tad too tight when the sudden urge to thrust into her hand overcame him. “No, lie still.”

His hips quivered as they settled. She slid down his body, her mouth hovering over the tip of his dick. She blew on it, and his balls tightened. “I don’t want to fuck you unless you want it.”

Damon watched her lower enough to lick a drop of pre-cum off, her tongue sliding over his slit. His fingers dug into the carpet at the provocation, but he fought back against the crazy arousal that had taken him over. “No condom,” he panted, wishing he’d thought to bring one, but he’d been going for a run, dammit, and Christ, he wanted her to keep going.

Her hand dipped into the pocket of her tiny shorts, foil crinkling as she held the condom up. “Beg me for it.”

Damon wasn’t opposed. His mouth was just too goddamn dry to force the words out.

At the delay, she trailed her nail from his base towards his tip. It was nowhere near enough to satisfy him and only intensified the ache.

He was a little shocked at how much he wanted to be inside her, nearly choking as he swallowed to generate enough saliva to get his throat to work. “Please.” His voice was hoarse, but he’d managed to find the word. “Take what you want, Skylar.”

And that was the crux of it. He could easily come, but he tried to breathe through his arousal again as he searched her eyes. Someone had hurt her. If she stood and walked out, he wouldn’t blame her for it. Hell, he’d probably jack off into the carpet. His erection was too hard to ignore, but he didn’t want to make anything worse for her.

Doubts swirled when she rose to shove down her own shorts and panties, kicking them away from her even as she ripped the condom open. The doubts made it easier to slow his breathing. He had no fucking clue whether his sudden instinct to let her have her way with him was the right thing to do.

Skylar’s chest was flushed above the tight top she didn’t bother removing, and her skin looked healthier than that pasty white that had taken over before. Her eyes narrowed on his cock as she bent to him again. It was much better than the wide-eyed and panicked look. Then she sucked the tip of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling, and he lost his train of thought.

She lifted her head from him with a soft hum, her tongue wetting her lips afterward and making him remember what it had felt like to thrust deep into her mouth. “No coming until I say,” she reminded him as she rolled the condom down the length of him, her fingers stroking and squeezing.

Damon reached for his good intentions, hoping like hell he would be able to hold out.

Skylar’s clever hands angled his cock as she straddled him. There was no longer time to second-guess. She sank down on his erection until he was buried deep inside her.

She fit him like a fucking glove. Damon panted as the heat of her overwhelmed him, his head falling back against the ground as he strained against his urge to grab her hips and pull her down even tighter. His fingers dug into the carpet as she rocked back and forth instead of lifting, as if checking the fit.

Her knees tightened where they pressed into his sides, and then her body rose, up and up until he almost slipped out of her. She lowered much more quickly, taking him deep again. They groaned together.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Skylar said, already lifting again. Her pace quickened. Little breathy moans like he’d heard on the plane escaped her as she worked herself over his cock. She suddenly squeezed him tight as an orgasm took her, shudder-inducing squeezes that made his balls tighten.

He bit down on his cheek as he fought his own orgasm back.

She continued to work herself over him through the pulsing, each movement more perfect than the last. Her body didn’t slow. The orgasm had made her hotter, wetter. She began to move faster, to not lift as high before she forced him deep again. Those little moans continued to escape her lips with every downward thrust, but he doubted she heard it. Her eyes had lost focus, staring at the wall in a daze instead of squeezing shut. She shoved herself down, taking him even deeper than before. Her back arched; then she froze as the next orgasm took her.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out.

Her pulsing squeezes were milking his cock, and a ringing filled his ears as his body shook under hers. “C-can I?” he stuttered out as his whole body tightened.

“Not yet!” she cried.

He wasn’t sure he could listen this time. His own eyes went blind. Every thought centered on his cock and the sensation rocketing through it with her every tightening. His body still shook with the need to let go as her thighs loosened at the end of the pulses.

Her hands moved behind her, bracing on his upper legs as she adjusted the angle, clenching on him in the process.

Damon fought back against his intense need. The way she gripped him felt too fucking good, but she wasn’t done with him. The muscles of her thighs stretched from the new position, and she stared up at the ceiling as she shifted back along his legs before forcing her hips forward again in a hard thrust.

She cried out with each thrust as the head of his cock worked over her G-spot every time. His cries joined hers as every stroke wound him tighter and tighter.

“Please!” he begged, groaning when her arms shook and her pace lagged.

“Close,” she moaned with another thrust forward. “I’m close. Fucking finish it.”

Damon growled as he grabbed her hips. He thrusted hard over her G-spot as he pulled her tight once, twice. Her scream rang in his ears as the next orgasm took her, and his hands shifted to support her back as he came in hot, uncontrollable bursts that took the last of his mind.

When he could breathe again, his grip tightened on the magical woman he still supported in his arms. He pulled her forward to rest on top of his chest since her body had given out with the third orgasm.

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