Page 82 of A Shard of Ice

Waves of pleasure course through me, my muscles clenching around his finger. I cry out his name, my hips bucking and my back arching off the bed. I grab onto Damon’s head with both hands, rocking against his face shamelessly, but I can’t stop. I’m moaning with each rock of my hips.

Once the last waves of pleasure have subsided, I lay there panting, eyes closed for a moment, trying to catch my breath. When I open them, Damon is looking at me; his eyes are blazing, his jaw is tight.

Then he crawls up over me, pulling my legs up over his hips. He’s gorgeous. My breath is sucked from me.

“I want to be inside you, Ky.”

I nod. “I want that too…so badly.” I cup his face.

He pulls down his braies. I look between us, and his cock is a thing of beauty. It’s big, like the rest of him. Hard, too, and jutting from his body.

He kisses me softly, his finger finding my nub. He rubs. I’m so wet down there that it slips and slides easily.

I moan softly.

“I’ve wanted you for so long…so long,” he whispers, his finger picking up speed.

I get wetter. I start to feel another orgasm begin to build. How? It’s like he knows all the secrets of my body. Where to touch me. How to touch me. He knows me better than I know myself.

I’m moaning and panting. Our mouths are mating, like I want our bodies to be.

“Please, Damon. Please!”

“Do you want my cock, love?” he asks.

“Yes…please.”

Damon puts himself against my entrance and ever so gently pushes inside me. Thankfully, I am wet, or it might be too snug. We both groan. It’s loud, but I don’t care. We fit together tightly but beautifully. It feels so right. Like this is what I have been searching for, for a long time. I just didn’t know it until right now.

In this instant, I feel complete.

He puts his forehead against mine while I stretch to accommodate him. Our breath mingles. He cups my face and pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. It’s intense. Then he starts to move in easy thrusts, bottoming out moments later.

We both groan again, louder this time.

“Oh, gods!” I whisper, afraid the whole house will hear us.

He smiles; it’s tight. His face is taut with pleasure. “You feel good, Ky.”

“You do, too.” I run my hands up and down his back, pulling my legs up higher and opening wider to take him better.

Damon takes it slow and easy, making love to me in easy strokes that take my very breath. The build is there right away. The coiling. My skin is too tight, and we have barely even started.

I’m panting and rocking into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Oh! Damon!” I whisper.

He takes my mouth in a kiss. I must be making too much noise. I know I will care in the morning, but I don’t right now.

My breasts rub against his chest. He picks up the pace, changing the angle, and the rest of the world falls away. It’s just him and me and our joined bodies. Our hearts beat together as one. We come together as one.

My channel starts to flutter just as Damon’s thrusts pick up. He grunts. Everything in me lets go in a rush that has my nails biting into him as my back arches. Damon grunts and jerks. I feel heat as he spills his seed deep inside me. Our movements are frantic but still as one. My channel spasms, pulling him deeper, holding him inside me so tightly. My heels dig into his ass.

I cry out, but he swallows the sounds with his mouth until we are finally sated. Then he buries his head in my neck, breathing me in while we catch our breaths. I’m panting hard.

My body vibrates with the aftershocks. Damon is still buried deep inside me. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want this to end.

I hold on to him tightly, savoring the moment. When he pulls away, it takes everything in me to let him go.

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