Page 60 of Counterpoint and Harmony

Biting my lip, I try to lose myself to the moment again, waiting for his touch, listening to the sound of the condom wrapper tearing open and him rolling on the latex. His warm hands slide over my buttocks again, and his cock nudges between my legs. I arch my back, presenting myself for him, and he lines up, the head of his cock resting just at my opening.

His hands move to my hips, holding me steady as he rocks into me an inch, retreating and rocking forward a little more. He takes his time, drawing everything out.

I let out a moan when he’s fully seated inside me, clenching around him. He lets out a little hum of pleasure, so I do it again.

“Christ, Charlie,” he says on a groan, rocking his hips against me.

Pushing back against him, I encourage him to move. He does, matching my tempo, his hands on my hips keeping us in sync, the rhythm steady and slow. His favorite. Mine too, in that drawn out, torturey kind of way.

“Oh God,” I moan when his fingers slide around my hip and between my legs. Widening my stance to give him better access, I break our rhythm. When he starts again, it’s a little faster, his finger lightly strumming my clit, and this—the angle of him inside me, the way he hits me just right, the way he touches me—it’s perfect.

“More. Please. Faster.” Each word is a gasp, and Damian obliges, picking up the tempo of his thrusts and his fingers, and all I can do is gasp and moan as he drives me over the edge, white light exploding behind my tightly closed eyes as I shudder in bliss.

Damian slows, allowing me to come back to myself, but he’s not done. Bending over so his chest presses against my back, he reaches for my hands, threading our fingers together as he buries himself inside me again and again, his lips pressing kisses to my shoulder, my neck, the skin below my ear. And I close my eyes again when he growls his pleasure in my ear, his hips losing their carefully controlled rhythm as he finds his release.

Once he’s still, he pulls our arms in, under me, gathering me to him, a hug from behind, his body draped over me like a living blanket. With one more kiss at the base of my neck, he gives me a little squeeze and stands, withdrawing carefully and leaving to go deal with the condom.

I crawl all the way onto the bed and curl under the covers, more confused than ever.

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