Chapter 63
With the blindfold shielding her eyes now, he walks in slow circles round her, inspecting her. Tonight she's given him her body, to do as he wishes,to make love to her as much as he wants.
His two hands rest on her shoulders and he sluggishly begins to slide down the straps off them. His cheek against hers, as he stands behind her. She could feel the soft of his beard brush slightly on her face.
He then whispers into her ears, a gentle command...
"Touch yourself for me Miranda."
Those sexy words of his mesmerized her, as she slid her hand down that instant, rubbing her pussy through her panties, pushing them to the side, touching herself just as he'd requested.
As she obeyed, she found herself embarrassingly wet, and he finds himself very much pleased with her.
"Good girl," he commended, holding her hand, and leading her somewhere she couldn't see because of the blindfold on her eyes, but her senses already told her it's the inner room, and she was right.
Upon reaching the middle of the room, he bent her forwards, letting her lean on the high bed. His hands strokes over her thighs until it rests between them.
He touched her pussy, how good of her to let him use it. He stroked the sides of her ass and legs, then he crouched, pulling her panties to the side before kissing her wetness.
"Spread your pussy open for me." Another gentle command that had her acting like an obedient dog in seconds. She gasped. His instruction as hard as a spank. She spread her lips, lewdly.
He kicked her from behind and reaches under to pull her dress down, squeezing her tits, firmly like she needs it.
She moaned at that. It wasn't a rough dominance, not violent, but steady and firm and all-encompassing. She felt safe, loved and dirty all at once. His fingers slid inside her and she gasped.
"Do... you want me Damian?" She mumbled in a hasty breath, not sure he heard.
She wanted him to have her, she wanted to get off knowing he was thinking of her.
"Eager, my love."
A single word as he adjusted to the change of pace, before standing to remove his pants, his hard, shaved cock ready as he turns her over to lie on the bed.
"I am more than eager to have you...."
Her dress is bunched round her waist, her panties to the side, her breasts on show. He touches her, sliding the tip of his cock over her clit, rubbing it hard. She grabbed her breasts as the orgasm crashed through her, as her head leaned back, as his cock moved furiously, filthily, over her wetness.
Her chest rose and fell as she came so hard then, her reactions describing the things she wanted him to do to her.
He removed his staff from her wet hole then, sealing her moans with a kiss, before taking his mouth round her body.
His lips met her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He charts a course downwards, over her chest. Kissing, licking, biting her flesh. Small moans escape her lips, her eyes closed as she loses herself in the sensation.
Gripping the fabric that stands in the way of him and her incredible tits, he rips it in two, tossing the torn dress across the room, before taking a nipple in his mouth and lightly flicking his tongue across it. A hand reaches up, rolling her other nipple between his fingers. Her breathing comes out as panting, her nipples becoming stiff peaks under his touch.
His hand then leaves her breast and caresses down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. Her body thrums with need, she wants to feel him everywhere. His hand slips past the elastic and he runs his fingers through her pussy before slowly grazing her swollen lips. Gently exploring her folds, he draws her wetness up towards her clit.
He pulls his mouth away from her nipple and slides back up her body. His lips next to her ear, so close his breathing tickles.
"You're already so wet." He whispers. "Do you want more?"
"Yes... Please." Her pleading voice shallow and shaky, taking in a sharp breath as he moves over her clit. She squirms under him, his fingers moving in ever tighter circles. Her hips buck, desperate to increase the contact. Her muscles tighten as her orgasm builds, her nails dragging down the flesh of his back.
Damian nuzzled at her neck, breathing her in. Replacing his fingers with his thumb, he moves faster over her little bundle of nerves. Fire spreads from her clit across her body, fear racing in her heart that if he continues, she might combust. Squeezing her eyes shut, her hips move with him as she chases her orgasm.
Slowly he slides two fingers inside her, her walls tightening around him. He slowly pumps them in and out. The difference in tempo makes her moan.
"So damn tight." He groans, continuing the assault on her body. She moaned, the pressure building inside her ready to burst.
One thrust, after another, and there she comes, undone around his fingers, ripping more and more moans from her throat. Her body tensing as the orgasm flashes through her. His fingers slow down, coaxing every movement, every shudder from her body until it stills, her breathing coming in ragged bursts. He pulls his hand free off her panties and brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.
"You taste divine." He growled in her ear, and then she felt herself shudder at the sound of his voice.
He could feel his heart pumping, pounding, his cock as he got rock hard, balls feeling like they're about to explode. He's never wanted her more than he does right now. He dropped to his knees and held her lace to the side as he continued sucking and licking her clit simultaneously, his favorite part of her body.