Chapter 5

• Chapter Five
• “What’re you doing Damon?” My words are slurred from too much pleasure. I’m speaking through cloud mine.
• “Let’s try something different.” Said Damon a sh e takes my arm and pulls me to standing, giving me time to find my footing from my wobbly legs. When I’m steady, he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his thick lap facing him, my knees on each side of him,his body warm.
• I’m a sweaty mess and my hair is sticking to my cheeks and I wouldn’t be surprised if my skin is flushed red from so much excitement.
• This position is a bit too intimate for my liking, and at thesame time making me feel close to Damon, who’s also looking all sweaty and sexy. In fact, his skin is positively glowing, his muscles all out, and everything about him conveys good health and physical fitness. He looks like he could pick me up and run five miles carrying me without breaking much of a sweat but he is an alpha afterall.
• “Ride me,” he says.
• I’m kind of exhausted from being fucked so hard, but I tell myself I’ll call the coffee shop sick and sleel all day tomorrow if my body will give me the burst of energy I need right now, because I don’t want Damon to go unsatisfied, and I really want more of him too.
• I lift up and sink down onto his cock, taking him inside me, pleased to realize that I get to set the pace this time and he is not so hard and too fast though the pace he kept in me was absolutely perfect. His cock hits a spot deep inside me that feels so good, and each time I grind down, my clit rubs against him in a way that drives me wild. Maybe this position has more going for it than I thought.
• Damon takes my swollen breasts in his hands and pinches my nipples between his fingers. Before I know it, another orgasm rushes in,making me moan in ecstasy.
• He keeps me riding, and when I come down, he bends to suck on my hardened nipples and presses his thumb into my clit. Everything is getting too sensitive, and I start to tell him to stop, but before I can say anything, he makes me come again.
• “Oh my god, yes!” I moaned while grinding down onto his lap and hold tight to his strong shoulders as I’m overcome. It’s more intense than ever, coming deep from my core and seizing every cell in my body in an extended period of ecstasy.
• I watched Damon as he closed his eyes, muscles ripped and his breathing haggered and rough as he clinches too.
• We’re coming at the same time.
• That never happens with any of my former lovers, and what would the odds be of it happening during a single encounter? That’s the kind of thing I imagine two people who know each other’s bodies really well could work toward...can this mean that he is my mate?
• I steal another glance at Damon’s face. He’s looks so hot, but still in the throes, and he’s after sex look is beautiful. He’s a stunningly attractive man, and never more so than while he’s coming inside of me.
• I’m breathing hard, trying to return to normal, feeling too good , though I don’t know why. My body should be flooded with every kind of sparking sensations , and this may be the best sex I’ve ever had,but I am so tensed so I’m not sure what the problem is.
• Maybe I’m just tired, and now thatwe are catching our breathes, I tried to to relax.
• Damon’s breath is heavy too. He rests his forehead against mine and strokes a hand over my cheek before brushing strands of my hair back behind my ear.
• “That was so good,” he says. When he starts to caress my back, I realize that he’s still inside me. I hold the base of the condom and slide myself back until my feet reach the floor and our bodies are disconnected, and then I look around my room for my discarded clothes.
• “The bathroom’s just to the right,” I say, gesturing to the doorway of my bedroom.
• While he’s out of the room, I put my clothes back on, not bothering with my bra. I’ll take my shower after he leaves.
• Damon came back into the room, his cock already semi-stiff again, giving me wild thoughts of asking him if he wants to go another round.
• “Are you free after work tomorrow night?” he asks, sitting down on the bed, seemingly in no hurry to get dressed.
• I wasn’t expecting the question. “I don’t do that,” I say. “I told you …”
• He cuts me off, a smirk on his face as he says,
• “I’m not asking you to be my mate . I’m asking if you want to get together again.” His eyes flicker to the spot on my bed where we were just connected, his cock deep inside me, his arms around me as his eyes looked back at me with twinkling expectation .