Damien
I heard it. I heard it loud and clear. Didn't know it was possible to hear my own heartbeat, but I could hear it at this moment.
"Kiss me, Damien. I want you to kiss me. I want your lips on mine."
Serena's eyes glowed with something I couldn't quite grasp, but I was sure as hell that it was the same heat that burned into my skin.
How does she do it? She had this uncanny ability to transform the atmosphere into something so thick, and every single time I saw her, all I wanted to do was pin her against my bed and fuck the living daylights out of both of us.
"Kiss me, Damien," she said again, her eyes lowering themselves to my lips, and that may have been my breaking point.
Fuck, I was hard as a rock. I could feel my erection straining through my pants.
Without thinking, I cupped her face in my hands, and my lips landed passionately on hers.
She tasted like honey and sex; I was ready to drown myself in her.
Her hands started moving around my body, and I could feel my self-control slipping away completely.
She moaned into my mouth when my tongue slowly parted her lips and deepened the kiss.
Her hands roamed my neck and chest, then slowly made their way to my hardness.
I broke the kiss and sucked in the scent of her neck. I kissed it so softly and gently I could tell it was one of her easy spots.
I needed more space to work with, but fuck this. The speeding of the car and the reality of our current situation only added to the thrill of the experience.
Of course, the driver couldn't hear us because of the soundproof system in the car, but the knowledge that we weren't alone made this so much more intense.
My mouth left her neck, and my hands moved of their own accord.
It was obvious my need matched hers and in the heat of this moment, it was hard to think about the circumstances of our arrangement.
I couldn't have her here, even if I wanted to, but I'd make sure she came.
I moved back a little, her face still full of heat. Gently parting her legs to gain more access to her pussy, I rubbed my thumb against the V-lines of her panties, and a loud moan escaped her lips, but she bit down on her lower lip to stifle the sounds.
The sight of her face full of pleasure and heat sent me over the edge.
Never been more grateful for a gown until now.
I couldn't imagine how difficult this would have been were she wearing trousers, but still, I needed to know what she tasted like.
I was now fully on my knees. Fucking hell, if anyone saw me right now, they'd probably have a stroke.
The great Damien Romano, on his knees, about to eat the pussy of his-to-be fiancée in a fucking car.
But I didn't care, at least not now. With her, every sense of logic disappeared. I wouldn't call it love, but fuck, I was attracted to her.
I knew it the moment I walked through the door of their home and heard her talking about me with so much scorn.
But that was the thing, no one else was bold enough to do that, but she did, and somehow it twisted something in my brain.
And when she turned to face me back then, I was bewitched.
I edged myself to thoughts of her; I became disgusted with myself but I couldn't get her out of my mind.
Gently, I parted her panties enough for my fingers to rub on her pussy. She whimpered, and that was my cue to fully go down.
Before she got the chance to recover from the impact, I spread her legs wider and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to my view.
I lifted them over my shoulders and pushed closer to gain better posture. After all, I was a hungry man, and I knew how to eat good, and to my fill as well.
She looked so soft and wet for me. With one final kiss on her wetness, my mouth worked its magic on her pussy.
Her moans filled the car, and she had no idea what that did to me.
Her hands grabbed my head, arching her pussy closer to my tongue.
I gently sucked on her clit, and with one hand on her thighs and the other fingering her, I could tell she was about to explode, but I didn't like things easy.
Pleasure is best experienced when it feels like you're closer to it and yet so far. I pulled my mouth away, my fingers still working their magic.
Sliding in and out of her, I looked up at her face, and her eyes were dazed with pleasure. I inserted another finger, and she started riding.
I watched her, my erection straining against my pants.
We maintained eye contact, and for the longest time I could remember, that was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. I increased the rhythm of my fingers.
"Y…you, I want you inside me, please. I'm going to come, Damien." Fuck! She knew how to make a man harder than he already was.
This, her, aching and buckling against my fingers, the heat and tension of the atmosphere; it all felt… familiar, like I'd been here before.
The sound of her moans broke through my thoughts, and on instinct, my mouth bent over her pussy again and ate her out.
My tongue danced and twisted inside her heat, her hands firmly gripping my hair while she rode my tongue. It was too hot, too fucking hot.
I increased my pace, tongue-fucking her, and in a few seconds she came, her orgasm coursing through her entire frame, her entire release warming my mouth and face.
I sucked the remaining highs of her orgasm until there was nothing left.
"You taste so fucking good, mia cara," I said in a voice I would have sworn wasn't my own.
But considering the circumstances of my situation, I knew better than to deny it.
Her face was the most satisfied I'd ever seen.
Her legs still straddled on my shoulders, neither of us moving, she looked so fucking beautiful. But I wasn't done yet.
"For someone who claimed not to want to have anything to do with me, you seemed rather excited to come all over my face. I guess it's only right to make you pay."
My voice deepened, and my gaze was a dangerous mix of wounded pride and hunger; mostly the latter.
"It's about time for round two, princess." The look on her face only made me more excited.
If she was going to be the death of me, we might as well start now.
Thank heavens we were leaving the city. I was ready to do this all night.