Page 63 of Icy Heart, Empty Chest
Those words broke what little tether I had and I crushed my lips into his. He responded back, equally enflamed, if a bit surprised.
“Dae…I want you.”
He nods and motions for me stand up.
He takes care with the thin cotton of my shirt before tossing it to the floor. He’s focused on my exposed breasts and I’m focused up. I trace his chest, always going back to the area with the scar. Like I’m worried it’ll pop out again.
He turns my neck and gently traces a line with his tongue. I shiver again and reach down to squeeze his incredible ass through his jeans.
“Dae…” I moan.
I give him a solid kiss on the lips and then move to pull down my leggings. He’s staring now.
“What?”
He soundly lifts me into his arms, bridal style, to tenderly set me down in the middle of my bed. He removes his pants quickly and crawls back on top of me. The only fabric between us are his boxers and my panties. I shiver again as he approaches. I run a hand down his back and up around his neck.
“Oh my sweet nymph…”
He latches to my nipple with his teeth and teases the area around it with his tongue. Meanwhile his hand is slidingdown my belly and thighs and he’s palming me through my underwear. I arch against him, moaning. I’m soaked by now and he starts teasing the area with his fingers, around the borders of my panties, pressing in lightly around my core.
He swaps breasts and I bring my hand up through his hair, fisting it loosely. He always bemoaned his curls; I loved them.
His erection has been pressing into my upper thigh and I don’t want to wait anymore.
“Please. Take them off.” I finger the elastic on his waistband.
“Patience, Cor.” He brushes my fingers off. “You first.” I blink up at him slowly. Have I imagined him removing my clothes before? Of course. This is much better.
He pushes up to his knees and hooks a finger on either side of my underwear, slowly, very slowly, pulling them down.
“You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.” He brings his head down further so that he’s between my two thighs, pushing one out to the side. He sends a series of kisses and small nibbles up further and further before I’m fully exposed before his face. It takes a second to realize what he wants to do.
“Dae, I’ve never done that before…” I curse my relative inexperience silently. I haven’t had a lot of luck with dating or sex. Missionary a few times, a handful of make-out sessions. Mostly my own toys for personal satisfaction. But I’d never gotten there yet. I felt exposed in a new way.
“I’d like to, if you’re up for it?” His beautiful face is tender. I nod and let my legs fall to the side. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. I mean, knowing the logistics of something and experiencing it for yourself are two completely different things.
I never thought I’d get to check oral with Damien off my bucket list. He’s looking at me with that look again.
“Here.” He takes a leg and puts it over his shoulder. “Stop me if it’s not right.”
I look down my body at his kissing up my thigh again and finally to where he wants to be. His eyes are smokey, intense. This is a man that is far from satisfied, craving more, as much as I’d give him. I’m not really sure what to do and a blush crosses my face.
His tongue sweeps up and my back flattens to the pillows. Oh. Well then.
Nothing fast or hurried. He’s taking his time enjoying me. I’m enjoying him enjoying me too. I’m getting sparks of pleasure up through my chest. He’s reaching up, grabbing both of my breasts for more contact. I let out another small cry.
I didn’t know I had an instant “on” switch but I believe he’s found it. He’s licking up my folds to my clit, swirling around it. It feels decadent and heady. He picks his head up and looks at me, running his hands down my side. “You’re so wet for me already.” He then goes back down like a man possessed.
I’m not really sure what sounds are coming out of my mouth because his tongue is working miracles. He angles his face up more and focuses his tongue in circles. One of his warm hands lazily traces its way over my inner thigh and inserts a finger slowly until he gets a little cry in response. Another finger soon joins the first. It lends a fullness to the ministrations of his tongue. He’s pumping in and out while his clever tongue is sending sparks up my spine. I find I’m circling higher and higher. My hands are in his hair again, pulling like reins.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I squirm more to find that last bit of contact and burst, crying out. I relax, boneless as he moves my leg off him and wipes his mouth.
“I always wanted to do that with you.” The visual of his face between my legs is nothing short of fantasy fuel.
“You can do that every day,” I breathlessly respond and he gives me a wicked, determined look. I cock my head up and look at him. “What’s that look you have on?”
He snakes an arm around my head. “What look?”
