felt a pounding in his head. "Shhh, shhh," he mumbled disjointedly in an effort to soothe. "You're doing great, baby. Just keep still for another minute, okay? I promise it won't hurt if you let me be easy."
Her grip relented slightly as she lay still and listened to him as if his voice was the only anchor she had. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax. Can you relax your muscles for me?" He pressed his mouth to her ear and grazed a light kiss over her lobe. "I don't want to hurt you." He took her lobe in his teeth and pulled with a slight friction and he heard her breath catch and felt some of the tension leave her body. Relief, hot and sweet, slid down his spine. "You're so sweet. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you."
She made a tiny keening noise and Damian slid a hand between them and pressed a finger on her clit. With a control he didn't know he had, he took his time and swirled his touch over her silky flesh repeatedly until she moaned again. Another rush of relief gripped him by the throat as she arched against him and he felt a sudden rush of feminine moisture around the head of his cock.
Thanking whatever deity that might be listening to him, he lifted his hips and pushed in a short, firm stroke that only allowed him to sink another inch inside her. His guts clenched with violent need; he was at that incredible, tight threshold at the point where her body needed to give. He groaned and pulled back before pushing in again.
Her breath caught again and her fingers sank into his skin in warning.
She was tight, tighter than even he'd expected when he fantasized about her and the knowledge of that was sending a throbbing, primal beat through his system. He wanted to slam into her so badly he could taste it, but he knew he couldn't. She held herself too still, almost holding her breath, as if expecting to be hurt at any moment, and her fear wasn't sitting well with him. He redoubled his efforts and continued to play with her clit while he attempted to seduce her with words. That the words he spoke were the complete truth didn't escape him. "I've never felt anything half as good as you feel. I knew it would be good the first time I saw you." He slid over and kissed her on the lips and then rose up enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed with a look of concentration on her features. "You're so pretty, baby. You feel so good."
Through a haze of lust, he watched the expression on her face turn to mesmerized, as she lay perfectly still and listened to him. "You're doing so well, sweetheart, being so still, just like I told you to. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Unable to help himself, a barrage of emotions slamming through him, with savage possession he leaned down and softly bit her lip. She cried out, and at the same time, he felt another wave of moisture that allowed him to sink deeper inside.
Chapter Six
Damian groaned at the same time that Angie moaned, and he lifted and began stroking, pushing in a bit at a time until he was fully seated within her. Satisfaction and arousal blazing down his spinal cord, he rose up on his hands, his elbows locked in place as he studied her.
Her eyes were closed and he felt a need so strong he couldn't contain it. "Angie. Open your eyes."
She stalled for the count of two seconds, but then her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. "It's in," he announced with a triumph he couldn't hold back. "And it feels good. Fucking perfect." He slid out and took another stroke and her eyes began to slip closed.
"No," he grunted. Her eyes opened and she watched him though heavy lids. "Am I hurting you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued with some satisfaction, "I know I'm not."
She shook her head.
Holding himself up with one arm, he slid his hand back to her clit and massaged her there, the fullness of his cock inside of her, so close to where he touched her intimately, adding another dimension to his need. "You want to come again?"
Her eyes flared but she
Her grip relented slightly as she lay still and listened to him as if his voice was the only anchor she had. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax. Can you relax your muscles for me?" He pressed his mouth to her ear and grazed a light kiss over her lobe. "I don't want to hurt you." He took her lobe in his teeth and pulled with a slight friction and he heard her breath catch and felt some of the tension leave her body. Relief, hot and sweet, slid down his spine. "You're so sweet. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you."
She made a tiny keening noise and Damian slid a hand between them and pressed a finger on her clit. With a control he didn't know he had, he took his time and swirled his touch over her silky flesh repeatedly until she moaned again. Another rush of relief gripped him by the throat as she arched against him and he felt a sudden rush of feminine moisture around the head of his cock.
Thanking whatever deity that might be listening to him, he lifted his hips and pushed in a short, firm stroke that only allowed him to sink another inch inside her. His guts clenched with violent need; he was at that incredible, tight threshold at the point where her body needed to give. He groaned and pulled back before pushing in again.
Her breath caught again and her fingers sank into his skin in warning.
She was tight, tighter than even he'd expected when he fantasized about her and the knowledge of that was sending a throbbing, primal beat through his system. He wanted to slam into her so badly he could taste it, but he knew he couldn't. She held herself too still, almost holding her breath, as if expecting to be hurt at any moment, and her fear wasn't sitting well with him. He redoubled his efforts and continued to play with her clit while he attempted to seduce her with words. That the words he spoke were the complete truth didn't escape him. "I've never felt anything half as good as you feel. I knew it would be good the first time I saw you." He slid over and kissed her on the lips and then rose up enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed with a look of concentration on her features. "You're so pretty, baby. You feel so good."
Through a haze of lust, he watched the expression on her face turn to mesmerized, as she lay perfectly still and listened to him. "You're doing so well, sweetheart, being so still, just like I told you to. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Unable to help himself, a barrage of emotions slamming through him, with savage possession he leaned down and softly bit her lip. She cried out, and at the same time, he felt another wave of moisture that allowed him to sink deeper inside.
Chapter Six
Damian groaned at the same time that Angie moaned, and he lifted and began stroking, pushing in a bit at a time until he was fully seated within her. Satisfaction and arousal blazing down his spinal cord, he rose up on his hands, his elbows locked in place as he studied her.
Her eyes were closed and he felt a need so strong he couldn't contain it. "Angie. Open your eyes."
She stalled for the count of two seconds, but then her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. "It's in," he announced with a triumph he couldn't hold back. "And it feels good. Fucking perfect." He slid out and took another stroke and her eyes began to slip closed.
"No," he grunted. Her eyes opened and she watched him though heavy lids. "Am I hurting you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued with some satisfaction, "I know I'm not."
She shook her head.
Holding himself up with one arm, he slid his hand back to her clit and massaged her there, the fullness of his cock inside of her, so close to where he touched her intimately, adding another dimension to his need. "You want to come again?"
Her eyes flared but she
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