Page 11 of Sweet Revenge

Pulling away, I gazed into his eyes and saw the fire burning there that I felt coursing through my veins. If I asked him if he was certain that he wanted this, I knew precisely what he would say. There had to be some way for us to do this without injuring him further. I just wasn’t sure how lost in the moment we might get. If one of us didn’t keep our head on straight, this could end up a disaster.

It would be better if I could just pleasure him and fight the urge I had to cram every last inch of his massive dick inside of me and ride him like a cowgirl at a rodeo trying to win a prize. My core already ached with longing for him. I didn’t know if I could show the restraint a moment like this required.

Exercising every ounce of patience, I slowly moved to straddle him and carefully removed the T-shirt he’d put on earlier that day. It took some maneuvering to get it off. Thankfully, his bandages were still clean, so I felt justified in my decision to keep going.

I kissed his neck, then across his chest, close to the gauze but not on it, and then traced a trail down to his belly button. My hands trembled slightly as I unhooked his belt and began to unfasten the button on his pants. He was wearing the same slacks he’d had on the day before, the faint odor of blood and gun smoke noticeable only because my face was so close to them now.

“Elisa,” he said, and I knew what he was trying to say, that I didn’t need to feel obligated to suck his dick. But I wanted to. I moved his pants down off his hips, as low as I could get them without having to remove myself completely, and then I pulled his boxers down as well. His cock sprang free, hard and straight, enticing me.

Taking him in my fist, I grinned at him. Slowly, Daemon shook his head, but he wouldn’t tell me not to. Starting at the base, I licked upward, keeping my tongue flat and wide. He moaned in pleasure, encouraging me to do it over and over again before twirling my tongue around his length. When I finally took his head in my mouth, he grunted, moving his hips slightly.

I removed him from my mouth only long enough to say, “Let me be in charge this time, baby.” He arched an eyebrow, but he didn’t protest. Then, I opened wide and took him in as deep as I could.

Again, he let out a low growl. My lips curled into a smile around his shaft as I moved my head up and down, licking and sucking, building up speed. He wanted to plunge deeper, but he didn’t. Every once in a while his hips would move slightly, but I fought him off, holding him down with my knees the best I could while I concentrated on the feel of his dick stretching my cheeks and pounding into the back of my throat.

When I was certain he couldn’t take any more, I pulled away, wiping the saliva and precome from his ripe dick off on the back of my hand. A disappointed look fell into place on his handsome face, but I knew it wouldn’t be there for long.

Pushing up to my knees, I unfastened my pants and slid them down over my hips, along with my underwear. I managed to kick them off and removed Daemon’s pants while I was at it. Then, I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. With my eyes locked on his, I unhooked my bra and slid it down off my arms, dropping it. He gasped, like he’d never seen my breasts before, and I smiled, appreciating the admiration.

My own bruised body reminded me that I needed to go slow, and I carefully positioned myself with my entryway lined up with the tip of his cock. Slowly, I lowered myself down, taking him in. Another moan exited his lips once I had fully consumed him.

With Daemon’s hands on my hips, I began to move, slowly rocking back and forth, taking long strokes and using my muscles to squeeze tightly against his hardness.

Being gentle and cautious was actually sensual in ways I hadn’t noticed before. Most of the time, we fucked each other like two horny teenagers afraid a parent might walk in at any moment. Or maybe more like two rabid animals unable to control their urges. But this was definitely different. We took our time, letting each touch linger. I felt the way he moved inside of me, the way his hands caressed my hardened nipples, the way his thumb worked over my clit, in ways I’d never experienced before. Each touch sent my skin blazing in a white-hot heat even more scorching than the fire roaring behind us.

I could tell he was about to come. Daemon’s eyes were closed, a slight scowl on his face, as his hands came around to grip my ass. He moved me now, directing my body exactly where to go to bring his pleasure to its peak. I rode along with him, letting myself grind into him in such a way that I quickly fell over the edge, my body contracting and riding the waves as euphoria overcame me. My mouth fell open in a high-pitched whimper as I called his name, panting with release.

Before I even came down from my high, I felt him tighten within me. A few erratic moments filled with grunting and I felt his warmth spread through me. My hips moved of their own volition a few more times before I finally opened my eyes again.

Daemon’s bandages were still clean, though sweat dotted his forehead. I took a deep breath and ran my hands along his chest, noting the scars on his arm, and my face. Flashes of memories came back to me from the first night we’d been together, all those years ago. I had no idea then exactly who he was. I just knew that he made me feel alive in ways no one ever had before. Since then, we’d fucked a few times, made love a time or two, and been together too often to count. But this was different somehow. I felt like this ballad unfolding through the shifting movements of our bodies had bonded us in a way I’d never experienced before.

Carefully, I extracted myself from my perch and moved to lie on the pillow next to his uninjured side. Warmth from the fire and our activity had me slightly heated at the moment, though I had a feeling I’d be reaching for the blankets soon enough.

Winter was upon us, though it hadn’t snowed yet. Fall had blustered away, taking the final remains of the sun’s light and heat with it until spring renewed us in a few months. For now, we’d have gray skies, strong winds, and snowy days. Something told me this winter would be different than the others, though, and when we emerged from the coldness, we’d be stronger and ready to start things anew, like all of the plants and animals that had already buckled down for the harshest season.

Daemon turned to look at me, a small smile on his face. “You didn’t have to do any of that.”

“Oh. I thought you wanted to,” I joked. “Shall I take it back?” I winked at him, being overly flirtatious, and he chuckled.

“I’d love it if you did it all again just to erase it, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way, and I think it might kill me.” Another rich laugh left his throat, but I had a feeling he wasn’t just kidding.

“Are you okay? Drake sent some pain medication with me,” I reminded him.

He shook his head. “I’m fine, baby. After a few hours of rest, I’ll be as good as new.”

I knew that wasn’t true. He needed a lot more than a few hours of rest, but there was no arguing with the man. So I didn’t. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine.”

We’d eaten some gas station sandwiches on the way here, but that was pretty much it for the last two days. We both should’ve been starving, but I wasn’t hungry at all. Besides, all I wanted was to lie here in his arms and watch the fire flicker.

Growing a little chilly, I reached down for the blankets and pulled them over us. He lifted his arm, and I laid my head against his chest. Across the room, purple and blue sparks danced up from long licks of orange and red. The fire was mesmerizing, and for the first time in a long time, I felt some peace settle into my soul.

“Is it too much to ask for?” I wondered aloud.

“Is what too much to ask for, babe?” He kissed the top of my head.

I realized I was being cryptic. “Nothing. It’s just nice to think that there’s no one here to bother us. No families. No feuds or vendettas. We can just be us. At least for the moment.”