"It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
Damien is a loner. Olivia is a bookworm.
Damien drives a mustang. Olivia rides the bus.
One thing they have in common: Insomnia
Getting to know each other throug...
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In the movies, some of the intimate scenes fade to black. The others performed in all its glory. The technical movements resulted in a sexy, beautiful scene. I wasn't an actress, there were no cameras or directors telling me what to do, where to touch or how to move under him. Damien's lips trailed all over my neck, jaw, chin, collarbone, kissing all over my skin warmed my belly and core. I held my breath, hearing his pants made me nervous. I shouldn't be nervous, I'm a young adult and have watched enough college films. No cameras, no producers, no script.
Without the sexy music in the background, I moved my body to match his rhythm. It was awkward, I adjusted my hips and gasped quietly as he trailed further down. I bit my bottom lip, watching his face head between my thighs. He was staring dead into my eyes for confirmation to continue. I nodded silently to confirm my consent.
The voice in my head was saying to stop him and leave. Push him away. He inched lower and lower. I whimpered, the goosebumps tingling from my head to my toes. The dampness in my center builds, I have not been this wet before. Was that possible? I shut my eyes. This was it, this was happening. No one has been between my legs besides me. I quivered at the tip of his tongue, gulping as he was inching closer and closer. He pushed my legs open wider, I inhaled sharply. He licked my clit softly. The sharpness on my spine filled my belly. Arching my lower back, attempting to close my legs from the pleasure but he pushed it open again. I moaned loud, holding it in. I shivered, his fingers working at the same time with his mouth. This was more of an adult film than a romance movie. My hand reached for his hair, grabbing and caressing. More. This was more than rough, he was starving. I wanted more. I looked down to make sure I wasn't dreaming. He's devouring me like I was his last meal. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. When he looked up, my eyes fluttered backwards. Gut pulled downward and legs trembled. "Oh my-" I gasped, moaned, wriggled, writhed. The motion of his thumb and mouth had me in a release. This was real. It was happening to me. It wasn't a story I heard from someone else's experience. I wasn't watching it on TV. I screamed, an explosion all over me. My head was on fire. I saw stars when I opened my eyes. I was on air, in a cloud. My eyes lingered on the ceiling. The fluttering in my stomach. I breathed in and out, I didn't move, I had no words, I felt... hot and shaky
His guttural laughter woke me up. He kissed down below and my stomach. Leaning over me, he pecked my cheek. His thumb brushed my bottom lip, pressing with light pressure. The same thumb he used between my thighs. I was speechless. He raised his body and chastity kissed me. I didn't think tasting myself would be so intimate. But it was. It tasted salty. I let Damien Beckett go down on me. And I liked it.
"Should I return the favor?" I whispered against his mouth.
He smirked. "Do you want to?" He asked, nipping at my bottom lip. The sound of his voice made my heart skip a beat.
"You have to guide me." Damien's eyes widened, eyebrows raised and he licked his lips.
His phone rang, he lifted and answered. His frown was deep. I watched him talk, focusing on his lips. Those lips that were between my thighs. Those lips that sucked and licked me until I became undone.
