Page 82 of Just One Night Together
Maybe it was because he was so hot. He was hard, his erection straining against the front of his jeans, and she rubbed against him in anticipation. His muscles were taut as if he was holding back, but Haley didn’t want him to. He broke their kiss and nuzzled her, trailing kisses down to her breasts, the stubble of his beard grazing her skin.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, then kissed her nipple through the soft knit of her dress. He gripped her tightly then grazed her nipple with his teeth, chuckling when she arched her back and moaned. “I can smell you,” he purred.
“No wonder,” she whispered back, then rubbed herself on him again. “I can feel you.”
His smile flashed. “Not well enough.”
“Then what are we doing, lingering on the stairs?” she asked playfully.
“Wasting time,” he replied, then caught her close and continued to the second floor. He went directly to a room at the back of the house and Haley saw as soon as he flicked on the light that it must be his bedroom. It was minimalist and perfectly neat, the single bed made with military precision.
“Hospital corners,” she teased and he laughed a little. There was a large desk, so large that it might have been made out of a wooden door, and a stool beside it. There was a shade drawn over the window and the hardwood floor was bare. He turned on a desk lamp without putting her down then returned to turn out the overhead light before carrying her to the bed.
“Not in the dark?” she asked in surprise.
“I want to see you, Haley. I don’t want to miss one thing.” His words thrilled her almost as much as his kiss had, but then he was kissing her again. He leaned over her, tugging off her clothes as his kiss made her hot and impatient for more. She pulled off her dress, sharing his desire to get her naked, then sighed with contentment when his hands cupped her breasts. As was his habit, he bent and kissed the nipples, teasing one to a taut peak with his mouth and the other with his fingertips. She gripped his head, holding him close, locking her fingers into his hair, and just enjoyed. When he switched sides, she moaned, sure she couldn’t stand it if he kept going so slow.
“You don’t like it?” he murmured against her skin. His breath was warm and his mouth was firm.
“I love it and you know it. You’re teasing me.”
Damon chuckled, a breath that tickled her tight nipple. “I’ve only just begun,” he threatened, then stood up. He peeled off his T-shirt, his gaze smoldering and locked upon her, then unfastened his jeans and kicked them off. His underwear was white against his tanned skin but it quickly followed the jeans. He smiled at her as he took off his watch and set it aside, something about his expression making her wonder what he was up to.
“You look dangerous,” she said.
“You look gorgeous,” he replied, then leaned over and unfastened her pony tail. Her hair fell around her shoulders and he ran his fingers through it, spreading it out as he smiled at her. She was sure he’d never been so big when they’d been together. She reached out to touch him gently and he rose to her touch, catching his breath. “You’ll split the condom,” she said.
“I doubt it.”
She slid her hand down, cupping and caressing his balls until his eyes glittered. Then she slid a fingertip up the underside of his cock, pausing just below the tip. He didn’t even take a breath, just stood, poised and waiting for whatever she would do.
Haley smiled as she decided to surprise him. She bent and took him in her mouth, twisting around on the bed so that she was on her knees before him. She reached around him and grabbed his buttocks, which really might have been made of steel, then began to tease him with her lips and her tongue.
Damon froze. She felt him straighten and guessed that he tipped back his head. His fingers danced over her shoulders, his touch so tentative that she knew she had surprised him, and then he moaned as if the sound was being torn from deep inside him. She caressed his balls and she knew he was pleased because he got harder and thicker with every stroke. She tasted the salt just before he whispered her name and thought she might be finishing him off.
Then he groaned and caught her shoulders in his hands, lifting her away from him. “Haley,” he murmured. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But you like it.”
“But this is supposed to be about what you like. I’m the one saying thanks, remember?” He stretched her out on her back as he was talking, running his hands over her in an endless caress. He looked at her and smiled, the weight of his touch feeling good on her skin. When she was on her back, he ran his fingertip down the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his touch. “Let me please you, Haley,” he said, the thread of uncertainty in his tone nearly finishing her.
He couldn’t imagine that she would decline, could he?
She parted her thighs and smiled as he lowered his weight between them. He kissed her again on his way down, then licked her nipples as if they were candy. His hands bracketed her waist and he kissed her navel, then flicked a wicked glance at her before he closed his mouth over her.
His tongue went right to the point, the way he flicked it making Haley moan out loud. “Bite the pillow if you need to,” he murmured against her thigh. “But no one will hear you here.”
Haley decided to just let go when it was time, to not worry about making noise. It wasn’t like her but she felt a kind of abandon with Damon, a conviction that she was erasing her own boundaries.
Or maybe he was.
She certainly didn’t regret it.
His mouth closed over her again, warm and sweet, his tongue and teeth quickly driving her wild. He moved his hands beneath her and locked his hands around her waist again. Her legs were braced open against his shoulders. His weight and position ensured that she couldn’t move, though she wasn’t trapped or crushed. Haley loved the sense of being confined but sheltered. Protected. He was so much stronger than her but she knew that he would roll away if she made any indication that she wanted him to. She could stop him with a fingertip.
But stopping him was the last thing she wanted to do. He tormented her until she was twisting in his grip, straining for release, her heart hammering and her breath coming in little pants. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she felt her toes pointing as she neared the summit...
Then he lifted his head. “Do you need something to bite?” he asked and Haley nearly screamed in frustration.
