Take a Break.
1375 Words
Donavan took his brother back to the motel with him. Said they needed to catch up. Saoirse felt it was also a way for her dad to keep track of him, and keep him safe from Shaun.
Dominic went to shut everything down and talk to security. He set the alarm's and Damian took her upstairs to get some rest. Only she wasn't sleepy in the least. She was on edge.
She didn't feel in the least thrilled that some crazy man had the hots for her. Yes she played to the fantasies pf men on a nightly basis, but it was all on stage and only in their minds. This Shaun O"Rourke was planning to take things on a more personal level. She wasn't flattered!
She had just slipped a night shirt on when Damian tapped at her bedroom door. He leaned against the door jam and smiled softly at her. "You Okay?" He asked with concern.
She regarded him. Her green eyes sparkled. She pulled the pin holding her red trusses up in a messy bun and shook them out. Her hair falling in soft curles down her back. "I'm fine. " She gave him a nervous smile. "I just think some people can't leave fantasy at the door."
He walked over to her and looped his arms around round loosely. "You are a beautiful Saoirse. I can't really say I blame most men going a little crazy about you." He kissed her forehead.
"There's a little crazy, then there's killing people crazy." She snuggled into him.
He drew her closer. "I won't let him get close to you Irish." He promised.
She leaned out from him a bit. "Take me to bed Damian. Hold me."
He scooped her up and carried her down the hall to his room. The bedside lamp was on and a soft light filled the room. He set her down on his bed and stood before her and toed off his shoes. He pulled his shirt over his head and she reached out and ran her hands over his abs. Slowly sliding her hands down over his tight stomach. They came to rest at his belt. "You need help taking this off?" She looked up at him with lust in her eyes.
He took a deep breath and quickly drew the belt off. "No, but You could remove your t-shirt." He said in a low voice.
She flipped the shirt up and off. Throwing it somewhere on the floor. She sat on the edge of his bed in her lace panties an nothing else. He moved between her legs causing her knees to spread. He hunkered down between them with his hands on her hips. He ran his tongue over his lips and leaned in and kissed her tummy. With one hand he pushed her back on to the bed. That hand moved to her breast and pinched her n****e until it stood straight up. Then he moved to the other and did the same. A gasp escaped her. She squirmed on the bed, and the handing still holding her hip moved and ripped her panties free of her. Then his face planted into the V in her legs. His tongue lapping at her folds. She moaned and he growled. "God Saoirse! I love the way you taste." He pushed his tongue into her as far as he could. His thumb circled her c**t and his other hand slipped under her ass and massaged her cheek. She started rocking her hips up into his face. "Ohhh!" She moaned. "Damian!"
"Come for me Irish!" His warm breath fanned over her engorged sex."Come all over my face baby!" He slipped two fingers into her core and his tongue set to work on her c**t.
She stiffened in his embrace. Her hips bucking into his face. She screamed as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave hit her. He had to hold her hips down to keep her in place. He lapped up all the moisture that poured from her. Brushing his nose against her and setting more shivers to coarse through her. "Oh my god! Damian, please!" His tongue kept slowly moving over her damp folds. "Please! She was trying to grip his shoulders. He peeked his eyes up and looked at. His tongue flicking her clit."Please what baby?"
Her fingers twisted in his hair as her brought her another climax. Her thighs quivering. " Damian please. f**k me Damian." She whispered.
He stood and removed his pants, and boxers. His c**k bounced free and swung huge between his legs. She stared and swallowed. "I don't know if it will fit." She said nervously.
He helped her move farther onto the bed. Her head resting on a pillow. He stretched out beside her. His warm hands running softly over her. He nuzzled his face into her neck. Kissing along her jawline to her mouth. He kissed her deeply. "We'll take it slow and easy love." He smiled. "I'll do my best not to hurt you, but..."
"I know." She rested a palm against his cheek. His five o'clock shadow tickled her palm. "I'm ready Damian. I want this." She breathed against his mouth before he claimed it.
The kiss was hot. Deep and passionate. Her arms circled around his shoulders and she pulled him into the cradle of her hips. He rubbed his c**k against her c**t. Getting her wet again for his penetration. He reared up and looked down at her. Lust was in her eyes causing them to be the color of fresh cut grass. He put the head of his c**k at her core. Slowly he started pushing in. Little by little he moved his hips. She arched her neck and her eyes closed at the pleasure. Her lips were parted and moans slipped over them. He pushed in until he felt the barrier. He stilled. His c**k throbbing inside her tight channel. He held his breath as he pushed through and felt her clench in pain. He immediately stilled. Waiting for her to stretch around him. Her eyes looked deeply into his. "I'm okay." She breathed. "Really. Move. Please! It feels soo good!" She kissed his shoulder. "Damn it Damian move!" She bit into his shoulder. That got hips moving. He slid in and out of her. Bringing the tip of his c**k almost all the way out before pushing deeply into her. "God Saoirse! You were made for me!" He gasped as she clung to him. Her p***y grasping tightly to his c**k.
"More Damian! Harder!"She was thrusting up under him.
He reached under her hips and tilted them up. This caused his c**k to slide in deeper. His hips were slamming into her. "Damian...oh god Damian! I'm.. I'm coooming!" She screamed. Her p***y clenched tight around him. Milking his c**k with tight spasms, sending him over the edge into blissful pleasure.
He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Returning with a warm wash cloth to clean her up. There was slight traces of blood on the cloth. Further proof to him that he was her first lover. He put the wash cloth in the laundry then climbed back into bed and gathered her into his arms. He kissed her damp forehead. "You good?"
She smiled up at him. "I'm better than good. I'm a woman now." She scootched closer. Wrapping an arm around his waist, and throwing a leg between his. "Thank you Damian." She kissed his chest. "That was unbelievable. When can we do it again?"
He chuckled. "Soon. But you need to rest. Get some sleep baby" He nuzzled into her hair. Filling his lungs with the sent of her. "Irish?"
"Yes?" She sounded drowsy.
"Would you be interested in staying here permanently? After all this crap is over?"
She leaned up on her elbow to look into his eyes. "Yes." She said without hesitation. "I...I'm getting feelings here Damian. I won't lie."
He reached up and pushed damp hair off her face. "I'm getting feelings too baby." He smiled. "I really want you to stay. Here. With me."
She nodded then laid back down in his arms. "Works for me" She said contentedly. Then she dropped off to sleep.
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