Page 35 of Finding Emotion

Frustration built. “It’s not…” She groaned as she pushed down harder.

Damon met her thrust, sliding along just what she wanted and nearly blowing off the top of her head. Her body froze at the intensity, and she let out an embarrassing mewl.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she gasped, the shiver running through her sending sparks where his fingers continued to press, but not sending her over the edge. She tried to force her body to move, but it stopped listening to her, too busy focusing on that single point.

“Then order me to.” Damon’s tone was hard, licking inside her.

“Do it!” she yelled.

His other hand clamped around her as his fingers thrust into her. Her mouth fell open as the sparks flashed hotter. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped as his next pass sent her over.

The orgasm made her clamp down hard on his hand as the pulses rocketed through her. Her body shuddered with it as her eyes closed tight, and she forgot everything but the delicious escape that had taken over.

Her scalp tingled as she slowly came into herself again. Fingers were buried in her hair. The delicious little strokes seemed timed with the continued clenching down below from aftershocks, clenching on his fingers still inside her.

A hard erection pressed against her stomach where she’d melted on top of him. Skylar was impressed by that.

Damon’s husky whisper sounded like music to her ears. “Again?”

“Fuck yeah,” her mouth answered before her mind could catch up. The first thrust of his fingers was so perfect, it kept any anxiety at bay. “Slower,” she muttered, rewarded by an instant slowing. His next thrust dragged over just the spot, and she let out that embarrassing mewl again.

“Just hearing that makes me want to come,” Damon groaned, repeating his caress inside her.

“Later,” Skylar muttered, her focus narrowing again. She shuddered as his fingers hit her just perfectly again. And again. She pushed down into it, a spiral tightening inside her. “Oh, God!” she cried out about a dozen strokes later as she clenched down hard on his hand.

Damon groaned, capturing her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. Skylar liked it, sucking on his tongue even as she worked herself over on his fingers.

When the orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of him. She had become way too limp and sensitive. Her body shuddered as his fingers slipped out of her.

“Sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.

“Unh-uh,” she grunted, not wanting his apology. No, her mind was thinking about how empty she was and how hard his cock pressed against her stomach felt. If she could just convince her body to wriggle a bit, she was so taking him.

A ding sounded, one her exhausted mind couldn’t wrap around.

“Oh shit,” Damon muttered, stiffening beneath her.

Skylar’s head lifted as she placed the heeled footsteps. Well, seeing Mandy’s startled face kind of helped her figure it out. Her manager whirled away, glaring at the elevator.

“Damn it, Skylar! There are multiple bedrooms in the suite.”

Skylar’s laugh came out way too fucking mellow. She had a hard time caring given how limp she still was. “It just sort of happened.”

A heavy sigh reached them. “I’ll return in an hour,” Mandy said, pressing the button on the elevator. Luckily, it hadn’t gone anywhere yet and slid open. Mandy jabbed at a button until the doors slid shut again.

Amusement filled Skylar as she glanced down at Damon again.

His entire face had flushed bright red; all the way down his neck too.

A giggle escaped her. An actual giggle, she realized in shock, and her gut twisted in a weird way again. That wasn’t a sound she made. She poked his cheek as a distraction. “Don’t worry, it was my bare ass she saw.” She shifted, rubbing her stomach against his kind of softened erection, she suddenly realized.

“I didn’t consider how late it was getting,” Damon admitted. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. That was fucking amazing.” She wriggled again, but he wasn’t as hard. “I guess we should get up, though.” She pushed to her feet.

Damon tucked his cock away, zipping up his jeans. “Sorry. I get kind of embarrassed by stuff like that.”

Skylar shrugged. “Don’t be sorry.” She crossed to the window to grab the shorts she’d kicked off. Turning back, her chest did a weird constricting thing as she watched Damon rub a hand over his hair and frown down at his legs, which were still sprawled out on the carpet. She kind of hated the idea of ending their time together with him looking like that, she realized.