Chapter 3 Take Me

Charlotte. “Are we at your place already?” I asked Damian and he nodded. “We are at home.” He smiled as he carried me out of the car. That felt some kind of romantic, and I wondered if this was how all night stands were. Just like his car, I noticed Damian had a nice place, and I murmured against his cheeks. Then, I slowly arched up and kissed him on the neck. Damian let out a brutal sound of what I assumed to be my name. “Lottie.” ‘For how long was I supposed to kiss his neck to leave a love bite?’ I thought to myself. Well, maybe it wouldn't be a love bite, but a nightstand bite. Before I could understand what was happening, Damian had claimed my lips in a kiss, and if I had thought the one from the club was fierce, I couldn't pick a perfect word to describe this. It was hot, demanding, and his hands were roaming my body desperately. At that moment, I could bet my hair was on its way to looking like a bird's nest. Soon, I felt my body hit a soft ground, and I realized we were in a room already. It was only now Damian tried to break the kiss, and I winced from the loss of contact. Damian turned on the room light, and then proceeded to take off his shirt. Then he climbed up the bed and we resumed kissing again. Now, his hands roamed my body with more urgency, and soon, he tugged the knot loose and I was left naked under his watch. Slowly, almost torturously, Damian tugged down my dress and discarded the flimsy material without breaking eye contact. Now, I only had my panties on, and my hands flew up to cover my body. For some reason, I was feeling insecure. No one had ever seen me this way before. Naked and aroused. “Don't hide, Lottie. Let me see you.” He whispered huskily, his voice sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. I shivered a little, and allowed Damian drop my hands to my side. My nipples were now pebbled and taunt thanks to the running air conditioning. Though the room was cold, I felt hot. It was unexplainable. Damian’s hands came up to palm my boobs, his fingers playing with my nipples. With every touch, every pinch, my moan got louder, and my voice sounded even weird to my hearing. The pleasure was unreal, and I wondered if this was what I had been missing all this while. “Please.” I whispered, unsure of what I was begging for. Damian's mouth soon replaced the hand on my right boob. His warm breath tickled my body, another jolt of pleasure zapping through my body. How could a few actions feel so good? Damian kissed, sucked and fondled my boobs for a while before slowly kissing down to my navel. There, he kissed the top of my core and then glanced up at me. His eyes had questions, asking me if he could proceed, if I wanted this, and I nodded a bit enthusiastically. Damian's rueful laugh pierced through the arousal ridden room and slowly, he tugged down my panties. I was shy from being naked, but I noticed the gleam in his eyes. I was glad I had shaved the day before. Without warning, Damian tugged my legs apart, bending them at the knees and began kissing my core. “Mmm…ugh.” I groaned as Darius' mouth came in contact with my clit. He began with gentle kisses, flipping his tongue over my clitoris, his hands on my boobs never stopping with their attention. “Stop.” I groaned, unable to keep up with the building pleasure. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked me, stopping briefly and raising his eyes to meet mine. “I.. no.” I stuttered, unsure of what I wanted at this time. However, I was sure I wouldn't like him to stop. The pleasure was shooting through my body. “I guessed as much.” He smirked and resumed flicking. Few minutes later, I was a moaning mess, and was thrashing around in bed. At some point, I was pushing his head away, and at some other, I was drawing him even closer to me. Damian dragged his right hand down my body, and the cold air stung my pebbled nipples. I arched out a cry from the pain and pleasure. Damian slowly pushed his finger inside me, and for a few seconds, he stilled. “This is your first time?” He raised his head to ask me, a surprise visible on his face. At first, I deliberated lying to him. What if I told him the truth and he decided he wasn't going to continue this with me? “Yes.” I replied to him meekly and Damisn withdrew his finger from my clit. Then he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Then you shouldn't be doing this.” He told me as he stood from the bed. “Wait… wh.. what? No. I sent this.” I stuttered in confusion, grabbing his left arm. He couldn't be serious. Was he really planning on leaving me like this? “You could end up regretting this, Lottie. Your first time..” Darius ran his hand through his hair. “It should be different. With someone you actually like, or at least know.” “I won't regret it.” I argued vehemently. “So,” I crawled on the bed, closing the distance between us and kissed him on the chest softly. “Let's do this.” I whispered. “Oh. Fuck it.” Damian swore before crashing his lips on mine. I could taste my arousal on his lips and I smiled in content. This time, Damian kisses were slower than earlier. Perhaps it was because I had told him this was my first time. With the same gentleness, he pushed a finger into my clit again, and with his thumb, he rubbed circles on the outer part. Damian was slow, but I was still thrashing around. I could feel the pleasure building up, and wondered if this was the point I would come undone. However, before I could think more about it, Damian took out his fingers. “Why?” I whined, annoyed from the loss of contact. “Calm down, Lottie.” Damian opened the vanity drawer beside the bed and picked out foil paper. He tore it open and rolled down the rubber on his member. I hadn't realized when he did away with the rest of his clothing. “So large.” I muttered unconsciously. “How is this going to fit?” “It would fit.” He grinned at me and my hands flew to my mouth. I had said that out loud. “Are you sure about this, Lottie? We can still stop if you aren't sure about this.” He pressed, his eyes a bit more serious. I could see he was restraining himself, and I raised my lips to his. “Take me.” I whispered with my lips brushing against his.