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“Y’know, there are other, safer activities to partake in that won’t snap your neck.”
“Really?” Damon doesn’t sound very interested in your vain attempt to stall, but he stares up at you from his pillow with a smile. This was your first time in his room, it was a nice room. It was a very, very nice room that you wouldn’t mind looking every square inch over– who were you kidding? That would have the same excitement as watching paint dry, you were crap and stalling and both of you knew it.
“Oh, yeah, totally.” You said lamely, teeth sinking into your lip as his thumb brushed back and forth over the bare skin of your thigh. You were already naked, having chased him in here after a successful date that left you feeling warm and fuzzy.
Damon kissed you like he needed it to survive, like he would never let you go. He had peeled off your dress, nails scraping against your back, before he pulled you down to his bed with all the kindness in the world. He was a bit more frenetic with himself, blindly pulling at his clothes as his lips slid down the column of your throat. Licking against your pulse, warmth breath spreading over you skin he whispered a request against your skin that led you to this.
“Like?” Oh, no he actually wanted an example. Your brain scrambled itself, leaving you with a blank until one example came to mind.
“Bungee jumping.” It sounded more stupid outside of your head than it did in. And while Damon would never say a cross word about you, the way his eyebrow raised suggested he felt a similar way. You nervously passed your tongue over your lips.
“Hmm, well, maybe another time.” He said lightly, hands moving to your hips, gently trying to pull you up. “Consider this my birthday present.”
“If you had told me it was your birthday, I would’ve gotten you something.” You huffed, allowing him to drag you further up his body despite your better judgement. When you break his neck and he breaks up with you at the hospital, you wouldn’t blame him.
“Well, I want this so consider it even.” If you weren’t so anxious, you would be flattered by Damon’s insistence. Not many of your past lovers had been so eager to stick their face between your legs for the sole pleasure of tasting you. If you weren’t so anxious, you might’ve been surprised by his insistence. Damon tended to roll over and let you do as you pleased.
“Does it have to be like this? Damon, I’m going to hurt you.” You fretted even as you settled over his collarbone, legs bracketing his shoulders. Damon shot you an unimpressed look.
“I can lift you with one hand.” He said plainly.
“You don’t know that.” You shot back. Damon hummed softly, his thumb returning to its teasing back and forth brushing.
“I guess you’re right.” He finally conceded and you were glad that you weren’t going to risk breaking your boyfriend’s pretty face because he was a freak in the sheets despite his sweet exterior. “Can you grab onto the headboard? I wanna make sure there’s some space between it and the wall.”
You obeyed without a second thought, it was a fair request. What you didn’t expect was the second your hand curled around the metal rod of his headboard, his hands tightened on your thighs and you were suddenly airborne, Damon carrying you the last few inches of space to his face.
You jumped as his nose fit into the space of your thighs, lips pressing a delicate kiss to your pussy as he released your weight. The fat of your thighs enveloped him just as you thought it would, but his arms fasten around your legs before you can even attempt to rise up.
“Damon!” You chastise, but he only hums happily, the vibrations rumbling against your clit.
“Thank you.” His words are barely understandable, buried into the fat of your cunt, but you can feel every word punctuated with a heady lick. Damon wastes no time indulging in your sweet flesh.
Sealing his mouth over the whole of your pussy, Damon lazes his tongue back and forth, pushing between the petals of your cunt. His moan overpowers your own, making you gasp and squirm as his tongue pushes to your clit. The nub is stiff and slick, pressing to the pad of his tongue as it swirls it round and round.
The pleasure borders on overwhelming as he presses another kiss to your labia, sticky and wet, before finding your clit again. You feel what might be a giddy laugh as his lips wrap around your nub, suckling so fervently your hips jerk on their own accord.
You grind down onto his mouth so hard stars spark to life behind your eyelids before you remember yourself. You hiss softly and try to lift your weight up, but a simple flex of Damon’s arms still wrapped around your legs forces you back into place.
Your cunt feels spongy, smearing your slick along Damon’s mouth. Damon rumbles something you can’t understand, but as fog starts to fill your head, making the world around you become hazy, you can’t really find it within yourself to care. Damon departs from your clit with a final flick of his tongue.
A trail of desperate kisses leads down to your entrance. You can’t help but to clench as a tickling kiss is pressed to your dripping hole. Damon moans and pushes into you, tongue squirming against your gummy walls.
Damon mouths over your cunt, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of your pussy. You push out a harsh breath you hadn’t realized you were keeping trapped. You groaned, knowing his game in this as he slowly thrust this tongue back and forth, teasing the sensitive flesh of your cunt.
You whimper softly as Damon’s hand moves from your thigh, leaving the faintest impression from his tight hold, to your ass. He gently presses you forward. Your fears of hurting him linger until he pushes his mouth flush to your cunt. You can feel the barest scrape of his teeth as he tries to reach your cervix wall and your hips grind down..
A moan bubbles out of your throat, soft and breathy, rising up as much as Damon’s willing to let you before dropping back down. His tastebuds scrub the insides of your walls, mixing drool and slick together until it comes pouring back out, spilling into his mouth and onto the pillow.
“Damon.” You sob, submitting to his will as your hips find a steady rhythm to grind to, enjoying the razor bit of excitement shooting through your veins with each brush of his teeth against you almost as much as the warm push of his tongue.
Your stomach tightened so hard it nearly hurt as a harsh wave of arousal pulses through your cunt. You shudder, whimpering as Damon retracts his tongue just before you have time for a final grind. You feel close, your limbs feel tight, wound up too much like a toy.
“Oh, fuck, Damon,” you pant lowly, feeling like your lungs are collapsing as his tongue returns to your clit. He licks persistently, nuzzling your gooey skin like it’ll never be enough. “Don’t stop.”
Damon flicks and pushes at your clit, coiling the pleasure stirring in your womb tighter and tighter and tighter. Then you’re gushing, cumming harder than you ever have before, body locking up as your cunt convulses. Damon moans against you as he latches, determined to drink down every last drop of cum he can coax from your body.
You whimper, bucking weakly against his face now covered in you. Damon doesn’t stop until he starts to overstimulate you, kissing and licking at the folds of your cunt until you strain against his hold trying to get away.
Then he lets you go and you pick yourself up as quickly as you can while having noodle legs as your only stability. The world tilts and spins as you collapse on the pillow next to him, grimacing as some slick smears on the downy material. You glance over at Damon and flush.
His whole face is red as he pants like he’s run a marathon. The only movement he makes is breaking up his rapid pants with eager licks swiping over every inch of skin his tongue can reach. Cum and slick has smeared itself all over his cheeks and jaws. You would feel embarrassed if he didn’t look so content where he was.
For a few minutes you simply lie together, collecting yourselves while the fuzz of an orgasm clears out your head. Damon glances over and you and you glance back. He smiles like an idiot and you’re blushing all over again.
“You’re perfect.”
“Don’t say that when your face is still all messy!” You say quickly, looking away from him. Damon laughs, not taking your words to heart. You hear the bed rustling as he sits up and then you're being dragged down to the mattress.
Damon smiles down at you, the roles of your position reversed. “I’m still hungry though.”
His smile turns sly. “That’s not the end of my present, right?”