Page 80 of Finding Emotion

Skylar opened her eyes.

He continued to touch her, studying her every reaction. The way her skin flushed. What type of caress made her eyes lose focus. The trembling that took over as she got closer.

His hand lowered again to gather more of her natural lubricant up and over her straining clit. Another swirl had her fingers twisting his hair. Then he added the pressure she craved, rubbing her hard once, to a gasp, and again, to a tremble. The third stroke let her orgasm take her.

Her moans washed over him as she stared into his eyes. His fingers had stilled, not wanting to drag it out just in case. Soon she collapsed on top of his chest, trapping his hand against her.

“Oh my God,” Skylar muttered into his chest.

“No flashbacks?” he asked.

“None. No one touched me quite like that.” She raised her head again, biting her lip. Then she laughed. “Well, fuck, I want you to do it again.”

She was more sensitive and shivered as he brushed over her to dip below again.

“I’m being selfish. We can—”

He’d found her clit, and moved against it in a gentle swirl. “There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching you orgasm.” He built into it more quickly this time. He’d already figured out how she liked to be touched, though he lessened the pressure due to how sensitive she’d become. She moved against his hand with a strangled gasp. He switched to the strokes she loved. “Come for me, Skylar.” And she did, choking on her scream as her body shuddered. He kept stroking, drawing out her pulses until she went limp, except for the twitching her legs couldn’t help.

Damon slid his hand free after another shudder, wrapping both arms around her as he turned them to their sides. “You still okay?”

“Fucking floaty,” she mumbled.

He laughed, the last of his tension leaving him. “Then sleep.”

“Not yet,” she said. Her face moved against his chest, rubbing over him like a cat.

Her heartbeat remained fast despite how relaxed her body had become.

“One more,” she said.

Damon laughed, looking down to find her eyes open and latched onto his. “You really are insatiable. Are you sure?” His hand started to move between them again, but she grabbed it.

Her other hand moved up, the fingers brushing over his lips. “No, with this.” She bit her lip.

The thought of tasting her was one he’d had before. Damon’s hand tightened on her back as he breathed through the sudden wave of arousal.

“I mean, unless you don’t like that kind of thing.”

“I’d love to give you oral. But Skylar—” He swallowed as he pictured her riding his face. He’d had himself in check so well too. “I won’t be able to see your face to make sure you’re all right. So I’ll need you to be vocal.” The thought of it had his ears ringing already. “Even if it’s just repeating ‘yes’ over and over. I want constant permission.”

She snickered. “Oh, I can be loud.”

“Then underwear off.” Damon still wore his own pants, but he didn’t plan on fucking the gorgeous woman that was already giving him everything.

She rolled onto her back and wriggled off her underwear, kicking it over the side of the bed.

He crooked his finger at her. “Crawl up here, thighs spread. You can hold on to the headboard.”

Skylar blinked at him. “Oh. I never thought—” She swallowed as she rolled on top of him again.

“You’re still in control here,” he told her even as he urged her higher up his body. Soon her legs quivered on either side of his head. He cupped her ass, absorbing her tremor as he got to see the most delicate and beautiful part of her. “You’re not scared, are you?”

She let out a groan. “I’m fucking excited. Oh, God, Damon, I’m going to drip on you if—”

He licked into her, his own groan impossible to hold back as the taste of her overwhelmed his senses. All that sweetness from the orgasms he’d given her spread through him as his tongue pierced deep.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her hips jerking. He withdrew his tongue and thrust again, his grip on her ass helping her move into it. “No one’s ever—” She gasped as she fell into the rhythm. When she lifted, he withdrew and licked over her clit. “Oh, fuck, just yes.” He nudged and licked and swirled to her repeated affirmation.