Damian was passionate about everything he did, especially making love. He took his time and slowly caressed every inch of my body, like it was the first time he had seen it. He would break our kisses just to look into my eyes while he slowly and gently pushed two fingers inside me. He loved to watch my facial expressions.
When he entered me, he always looked into my eyes. Almost like he was searching for something, or watching me to make sure I was being pleased. He has told me before that he can't get enough of my s*x face. Whatever that means.
His dark brown eyes held so much love for me, but it was the danger behind them that would bring me to the breaking point. It was like there was a mystery behind them. I've known him my whole life, and everytime he stared me down, I couldn't hel
