flush with him. It felt glorious and she couldn’t help lowering her mouth to the base of his neck and tracing her tongue down his back.
Damianos shivered, but he growled, “I didn’t give that order.”
“I’m sorry,” Kalliope whispered, pulling away.
Damianos turned back to her. “Don’t be. I like a little misbehaving. It makes things interesting,” he said darkly.
Kalliope wasn’t sure what he meant, but she liked the thrill of being disobedient. Damianos stood up, holding his cloak against his body.
“Stand up and undress me.”
Kalliope hurried off the bed, gloriously nude, and moved behind Damianos. He let go of his cloak and she grabbed it, as she pulled it off his body.
The first thing she saw was his backside.
And what a backside it was.
Fine, sculpted and muscular, Kalliope wanted to squeeze it to see if it felt just as amazing as it looked. She looked further down to see his muscular thighs and calves. Kalliope longed to run her tongue along his legs, up his thighs, and all the way to his groin.
Damianos turned toward her, a look of desire and appreciation on his face. Kalliope wondered if he could tell how much he was making her salivate.
His chest was broad and muscular as well, and he had thick biceps with branded bands around his muscles; the look was incredibly sexy. But most impressive was the thick, lengthy mass that stood hard and ready between his legs. His cock was magnificently long with a gentle curve and a full head. It was so perfect that Kalliope wanted to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around it; she wanted to worship a cock that beautiful.
Damianos took a step towards her, and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his body. His hard erection pressed into her belly and Kalliope moaned softly at the sinful pressure of Damianos.
“You feel incredible against my skin,” Damianos murmured. He hoisted her from her backside, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kalliope bit her lip with pleasure as she felt Damianos’ cock push against her sex.
He lowered her onto the bed. “I’m not going to use the rope yet,” he whispered. He pushed her hands up above her head, until her fingers pressed against the carved headboard. “Do not take your fingers off this headboard. Do you understand?”
Kalliope nodded, her eyes wide as Damianos gave his orders. He slid down her body, his mouth coming to rest over her breasts. He took each breast into his mouth, sucking firmly as he felt her stiffen further within his warm cavity. He massaged her other breast with his free hand, tracing light circles around her nipples before rolling them between his fingers.
Once he was finished with her chest, his mouth continued further south, until he reached her belly button. He tongued around her navel, licking her skin, and groaning in appreciation as he tasted her. Kalliope writhed beneath him, making sure to keep her fingers pressed against the headboard.
Damianos moved between her legs, and using his thick hands, he pushed her thighs apart. Just the feeling of Damianos’ body between her thighs nearly made her come.
“So eager,” Damianos chuckled as he watched Kalliope buck her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her. “Is this better?” he teased, running his hand over her trembling sex.
“Yes!” she gasped, desperate for more. She could think of nothing else but Damianos touching her.
He softly ran his fingers up and down her sex, making sure not to penetrate her folds. Kalliope moaned with frustration. Finally, Damianos cupped her lips and opened them gently.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, his words hot against her feverish skin. Lazily, he ran a finger along her clitoris, pressing the pad of his finger against her swollen nub.
“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, pressing against his finger to increase the pressure. Damianos continued to rub her, and slipped two fingers into her tight opening. Kalliope cried out loudly, she could feel how wet she was already.
Damianos shivered, but he growled, “I didn’t give that order.”
“I’m sorry,” Kalliope whispered, pulling away.
Damianos turned back to her. “Don’t be. I like a little misbehaving. It makes things interesting,” he said darkly.
Kalliope wasn’t sure what he meant, but she liked the thrill of being disobedient. Damianos stood up, holding his cloak against his body.
“Stand up and undress me.”
Kalliope hurried off the bed, gloriously nude, and moved behind Damianos. He let go of his cloak and she grabbed it, as she pulled it off his body.
The first thing she saw was his backside.
And what a backside it was.
Fine, sculpted and muscular, Kalliope wanted to squeeze it to see if it felt just as amazing as it looked. She looked further down to see his muscular thighs and calves. Kalliope longed to run her tongue along his legs, up his thighs, and all the way to his groin.
Damianos turned toward her, a look of desire and appreciation on his face. Kalliope wondered if he could tell how much he was making her salivate.
His chest was broad and muscular as well, and he had thick biceps with branded bands around his muscles; the look was incredibly sexy. But most impressive was the thick, lengthy mass that stood hard and ready between his legs. His cock was magnificently long with a gentle curve and a full head. It was so perfect that Kalliope wanted to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around it; she wanted to worship a cock that beautiful.
Damianos took a step towards her, and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his body. His hard erection pressed into her belly and Kalliope moaned softly at the sinful pressure of Damianos.
“You feel incredible against my skin,” Damianos murmured. He hoisted her from her backside, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kalliope bit her lip with pleasure as she felt Damianos’ cock push against her sex.
He lowered her onto the bed. “I’m not going to use the rope yet,” he whispered. He pushed her hands up above her head, until her fingers pressed against the carved headboard. “Do not take your fingers off this headboard. Do you understand?”
Kalliope nodded, her eyes wide as Damianos gave his orders. He slid down her body, his mouth coming to rest over her breasts. He took each breast into his mouth, sucking firmly as he felt her stiffen further within his warm cavity. He massaged her other breast with his free hand, tracing light circles around her nipples before rolling them between his fingers.
Once he was finished with her chest, his mouth continued further south, until he reached her belly button. He tongued around her navel, licking her skin, and groaning in appreciation as he tasted her. Kalliope writhed beneath him, making sure to keep her fingers pressed against the headboard.
Damianos moved between her legs, and using his thick hands, he pushed her thighs apart. Just the feeling of Damianos’ body between her thighs nearly made her come.
“So eager,” Damianos chuckled as he watched Kalliope buck her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her. “Is this better?” he teased, running his hand over her trembling sex.
“Yes!” she gasped, desperate for more. She could think of nothing else but Damianos touching her.
He softly ran his fingers up and down her sex, making sure not to penetrate her folds. Kalliope moaned with frustration. Finally, Damianos cupped her lips and opened them gently.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, his words hot against her feverish skin. Lazily, he ran a finger along her clitoris, pressing the pad of his finger against her swollen nub.
“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, pressing against his finger to increase the pressure. Damianos continued to rub her, and slipped two fingers into her tight opening. Kalliope cried out loudly, she could feel how wet she was already.
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