Sweet Persuasion (Sweet #2)(42)

He spread her wide as he arched over her one last time. She could no longer control her cry when he drove impossibly deep.

Instead of retreating, he held firmly against her as he emptied himself into her. She could feel him in every inch of her pu**y. She was stretched so tight around his cock, and her body was already sensitive and sore from the previous night.

Her clit quivered and pulsed, and she ached for release, but she lay there quietly, her body a receptacle for his.

With a sound of regret, he finally slid from her in a rush of fluid. As he knelt between her legs, he pulled at her knees, spreading her pu**y wide.

He gazed down at her, supreme satisfaction glinting in his dark eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Your pu**y is so swollen and red and glistening with my cum.”

He slid one finger inside her opening and then withdrew, holding his finger up so she could see. Then he leaned down and traced a line around her mouth, leaving a damp trail on her lips.

“Lick them,” he whispered. “Lick my cum from your lips, Serena mine.”

Slowly she obeyed and ran her tongue over first her bottom lip and then around the corner and over her top lip.

“You have pleased me,” he said.

She smiled tremulously, too shaky, too edgy with need to speak.

“Would you like to come, Serena?” he asked in a low, silky voice.

“Please,” she whispered.

He reached above her head to release her hands. He caught them in his and gently lowered them to her belly.

“Okay?” he asked.

She nodded even as she flexed her hands to return the feeling to her fingers.

He took her left hand and lowered it to her pu**y. “Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “Make yourself come while I watch.”

He scooted down the bed until he got off and stood at the foot, his gaze never leaving her. A little nervously, she slid her hand between her legs and parted her labia.

Her flesh was slick with his cum, and her fingers moved easily through her folds.

It wasn’t as though she was a stranger to mast***ation, but she’d certainly never done it with an audience. Still, she wanted—needed—to come so badly that she didn’t care who was watching.

She rolled her middle finger over her clitoris, moaning as her entire body tightened. She found her sweet spot and rotated in a tight circle as her pu**y pulsed and clenched in response.

Damon walked around to the side of the bed, his gaze fastened on her groin. When he reached her side, he lowered his dark head and latched on to her nipple with his teeth.

Her back arched off the bed, and her finger worked faster over her clit. He nipped sharply, sucking and biting with enough force that it caused delicious pain.

Her breathing rose sharply as her body wound like a rubber band. Tighter and tighter. She stroked faster and he sucked harder until she writhed uncontrollably. Up and down her hips rose and fell, as if she were actually being f**ked.

Then his teeth sank sharply into her nipple, and she simply broke. In one sudden burst she catapulted over the edge and her orgasm flashed like a bomb around her.

For a moment her hand moved in a frenzy and then the sensation became too much. She slowed her movements and rubbed more leisurely as she worked down from her orgasm. Damon raised his mouth from her breast and then simply laid his head over her chest.

With her free hand, she tentatively touched his brow, smoothing her fingers over his skin and into his hair. When she traced a line to his temple, and down his jaw to his mouth, he kissed her fingertips when she brushed over his lips.

“Ah, you please me, Serena mine,” he murmured against her breast.

She smiled faintly, too boneless to do more. “You please me too, Damon.”

He raised his head with obvious reluctance. “Come and I’ll bathe you. Then we’ll go down for breakfast.”

CHAPTER 16

After a leisurely shower in which Damon once again took charge and washed every inch of her body, he dried her and then positioned her between his legs on the bed while he brushed her hair.

It crackled and shone by the time he put the brush down, and he ran his hands through the tresses.

“Your hair is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen hair so black and shiny.”

She smiled in pleasure as he continued to stroke her hair with light touches.

He got up from the bed and held his hand out to her. He pulled her to her feet and stepped away to examine her. Her nudity didn’t bother her as much as it had the night before. That is until they started for the kitchen, and she remembered that he employed a full staff.

When Sam passed them in the living room, she quickly ducked behind Damon and huddled against his back. Sam merely nodded as Damon said good morning and continued on toward the front door.

When he was gone, Damon turned and gently pried her hand away from his back.

“I realize this is new to you, and that is why I’ll be patient, but you aren’t to ever hide your body.”

“But you said that you were the only one who would enjoy, who would see . . .”

He held up a finger to her lips. “Only I will touch you, Serena. Only I will hold you. Only I will possess you. The people in my employ are discreet and they will not stare. In time, it won’t bother you to be nude in front of them.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but he effectively hushed her. “These are my wishes. You will heed them.”