right back to him. “Thank you,” he said even while his hands moved to her leg, lifting her knee so that it skimmed along his hip. He could then slide into place, his body poised to enter hers but he hesitated. “You’re mine,” he told her even while he slid a hand against her waist and moved downwards while his body moved into hers, sliding in with ease because she was so hot and wet for him. He shuddered at how perfectly she felt, how her heat wrapped around him and he almost lost it right then and there. Only by sheer force of will did he stop himself and take several deep breaths.
And then he looked down at her, noticing that she wasn’t as thrilled with their contact as he was. “Just relax, love,” he told her gently, bending lower to kiss her, letting her get used to him. “It’s just been a while.”
Jemma knew that he was right. They’d done this before but it had been so long! She shifted slightly and heard him groan but ignored him. She shifted again, trying to relax her muscles. But that movement only caused her to gasp. “Oh my,” she whispered.
Damian threw back his head and laughed at her reaction, relieved that she was right back with him again. “I agree,” he said and captured her lips, kissing her deeply even as his body started thrusting into hers. It was slow at first, but as her hips moved in rhythm with his, he increased the pace, feeling her tighten around him while her body sighed with pleasure. “That’s it, love, just feel it and release yourself to the movement.”
Jemma did just that and her reward was a heightening of her senses while her body rode higher, feeling the peak coming closer. She grabbed onto his shoulders, lifting her hips up, trying to…just a little closer…and….a moment later, she exploded, her nails raking down his shoulders and back as the most incredible pleasure ripped through her. She wasn’t aware of Damien pounding into her because that only prolonged her orgasm. But she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think long enough to help him because she was so lost in her own unimaginable climax.
A long time later, she sighed as Damian’s hand drifted along her cooling skin. He’d gone to the bathroom and come back quickly, then pulled her into his arms, kissing her skin, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world for him. She knew that wasn’t true, but at this moment, she didn’t care.
“Marry me,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling on her neck.
She was too relaxed to do anything other than laugh. “I don’t think so,” she answered him, snuggling against him and enjoying the way his body reacted.
“Why not?” His hand drifted lower, sliding against her bottom and pulling her against his groin. Her back was against his chest and she was using his arm as a pillow. But that lethargic feeling was going away as he teased her previously sated appetite with his soft touches.
“Because marriage needs to be based on something solid.”
He bit her earlobe and pulled her bottom against his hardness. “I’m pretty solid, Jemma.”
She laughed, hiding her face in the pillow beside her, but then her head came back when his hand moved up to cup her breast once more. “I meant, something other than sex.”
“This is other than sex,” he countered. “This is two bodies, joining as one – just as marriage is two people joining as one. And you are meant to join with me, we just need to make it official.”
She shook her head, biting her lip when his thumb rubbed against her nipple. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I never play fair. I play to win. And I want you as my wife.”
With that, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed another condom, slipping it on a moment before he slid into her, bringing her leg backwards so it was draped over his thigh.
Jemma grabbed hold of his arm, gasping when he entered her. She’d never even known that sex in this position was possible, but Damien was showing her quickly that it was
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