His tongue went between my legs first, sliding over my taut, hot flesh as he took me so quickly to my first climax. Before I’d finished groaning and gasping, Damien hauled me across the plush room by my wrist. I staggered after him, almost falling because my legs felt like jelly and I still wore the heels Damien insisted I wore to dinner.
There was no finesse, no tenderness during the time of our first coupling. What Damien did was, instead of laying me on my back on the huge leather sofa, he made me kneel on its cushions with my elbows on its back. I felt so naked and vulnerable like that, all exposed to his stare with my ass in the air and my dress hiked up to my waist as the bootlace straps hung down to my elbows. Damien leaned low over my back and kissed the nape of my neck. His hands squeezed my bare breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they felt bruised and tender.
Then, with my hips thrust back at his command, he ripped the fragile string of my sodden underwear from my body and nudged that bludgeon at my opening. I gasped when I felt him slide inside, his size like nothing I’ve experienced before.
Thank God I was so wet.
Damien began to move and I could feel the tremors starting again. I knew I was close to another powerful climax and pushed back against Damien to urge him on.
Just before I came for the second time, Damien twisted a handful of my hair and forced my head around. It was awkward, knelt there like that while he took me so forcefully from behind, but despite the discomfort I opened my mouth to his kiss.
I groaned and trembled and sighed into Damien’s kiss as I came again.
Then, when the kiss broke abruptly and I felt him suddenly withdraw I heard Damien mutter an obscenity and felt a spattering against my back.
“I’m cumming,” Damien grunted and I realized then that what that rain was that I felt on my skin.
“Oh my God!” I cried. “That’s so hot. You’ve cum on me.”
Nobody had ever done anything so remotely kinky to me before, but far from being disgusted at the stuff sliding over my skin, I only wanted him to do it more, but next time I wanted to watch.
We showered together, locked at the lips as we kissed and kissed until, eventually we tumbled into the bed where, for the rest of that night, Damien made love to me, so tender and caring and attentive that, with Rafe an indistinct bruise on my heart, I felt I was losing control of my emotions.
Today, on set, during the break for lunch, Damien came to the trailer and began to touch me. Then he swept all the make-up and stuff off the table with his arm and just lifted me up and plonked me on it.
It turned me on, just like he knew it would, but I was afraid that I was starting to fall for him. It was turning into something more than sex and I was worried about what might happen in the future.
“Damien,” I gasped. “Please. I’m not sure about all this. I think we’re moving way too fast. I’m scared of being hurt again.”
He instantly let go of me, his face creased with concern.
“Hey,” he said in that drawling accent of his. “We can take it as slow as you like, Kylie.” He smirked and pointed at my nipples pressing against the thin fabric of my tee-shirt. “But I can see you really want me to carry on right now.”
“God, Damien, I do, I do so want you to keep on doing it; I’m just afraid for my heart. It’s so soon after …”
“Shush, Kylie,” Damien murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth while he stroked my hair. “Don’t think about it. Don’t let that guy or your sister affect you.”
Damien reached under me and lifted my ass from the dressing table. His hand slid up my leg and under my short denim skirt.
“Oh, God,” I moaned when I heard a rent of fragile cotton as he ripped the waistband of my underwear. “What are you doing to me?”
“Taking you there,” Damien murmured before he eased down between my legs and pushed my thighs wide open.
I wriggled my butt in my eagerness to get my skirt bunched up at my hips. I wanted him to look at me, to see how hot he made me.
His tongue touched me and I gasped, my fingers pushing through his short, tick hair so I could pull him against me.
“Deep,” I groaned. “Push deep.” I felt him squirming into those private places, his breath hot as it wafted over my swollen center.
His tongue and fingers worked at me, rubbing and probing and causing such tingles and tiny pulses in my flesh that I cried out and arched my back and came so hard on his face.
“Good, eh?” Damien said as he wiped a hand across his mouth. “You having a good time? Am I taking it slow enough?”