Passion (Helen)
These Arms of Mine, by Otis Redding
"These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you"
I stopped in front of my bed and for the first time today, I was really nervous. Damon turned me around to face him and carefully took my face between his hands. He looked at my injured cheek. „You need sleep, and better take a few painkillers", he stated and kissed my forehead. I just nodded and stepped back to take off my shoes. "I'll refresh myself quickly", I said and fled into the bathroom. What the hell are you doing? I asked myself and stared into the mirror. I splashed some cold water into my face and retrieved the painkillers from the cabinet. Gulping them down with a bit of water, I looked at my face. On my left cheek I saw a bruise forming. This may take a few days, I thought. After I brushed my hair, I tossed my bra, shirt and socks into the hamper. In jeans and tank top I went back to the bedroom. Damon had closed the drapes and lounged comfortably on my bed. Except for his shoes, he was still fully dressed, as if he had sensed my hesitation earlier. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes while I grabbed a woolen plaid from the window sill and sat down next to him.
Without a word, he opened his arms and nodded at me. „Come on, I won't bite", he said with a grin. I scrutinized him, but his face was honest and open, so I crawled into his arms. When he pulled the plaid over me, I rolled on my side and nestled close to him. Hesitantly, I wrapped one arm around his waist, but he just took my hand and held it to his chest while his other hand caressed my back. „Thank you", I whispered. „For what?" he asked. „For helping me, and staying with me", I replied. He remained silent for a moment and stared at the ceiling. „Never mind", he replied and squeezed my hand gently. „Close your eyes, think of something beautiful", he whispered and closed his eyes, snuggling deeper into the pillows. It was kinda strange – I didn't know this man, but I felt perfectly safe with him. Maybe I was in a state of shock? Maybe, but his warmth and his regular breathing calmed me and lulled me to sleep.
My fantasy replayed tonight's events in my dreams, but at the point where the robber should've stormed through the door, things changed. Instead Damon chatted with me and finally kissed me over the counter. I woke up. He had turned towards me in his sleep and placed an arm across my waist, his face being only inches away from mine. His dark eyelashes contrasted with his fair skin and lose strands of hair covered his forehead. The chiseled features seemed relaxed and fascinated me somehow. Carefully, I raised my free hand and caressed his cheeks with my fingertips. His skin was warm and soft like satin. A wave of tenderness surged through me and I felt the urge to kiss him, but I didn't want to wake him. Instead I only caressed his lips with a feathery touch. Suddenly he opened his eyes.
His ice-blue orbs banned my gaze, asking, scrutinizing me until his lips reacted to my fingertips. I put my hand on his cheek and brushed my thumb over his lips. He raised a hand and his fingers mimicked my actions, trailing paths across my face, leaving fire behind. I had to smile. He responded and pulled my head softly closer until my lips touched his. It was incredible – exciting, arousing, tender – all at once. Threading his fingers through my hair we snuggled closer together and I wrapped an arm around him. His kiss grew more intense, more passionate and his tongue demanded entry, softly caressing my lips. I opened up to him and explored his mouth. Our tongues met in a passionate duel until I ran out of breath.
I gasped for air, breaking the kiss while his lips travelled down my throat to a spot where I started to shiver with arousal. His free hands roamed my naked skin underneath my shirt and I started to unbutton his. I needed to touch him too. The perfectly shaped torso would've done a Greek god honor. My hands wandered across his flawless skin, caressing his erect nipples softly. I flinched when I heard a hiss and looked at his face. He had thrown his head back and closed his eyes, arching his chest into me. His surrender encouraged me to proceed with my ministrations and I replaced my fingers with my tongue. Teasing his buds briefly I let my tongue swirl around his areolas until he gasped and then I bit down slightly. „Helen…", he gasped and gripped my hair. While I kept at it, his breathing sped up, so I changed my pattern when he groaned and placed fluttery kisses on his throat up to his earlobe.
I inhaled his scent deeply. It was an intoxicatingly warm and masculine aroma with a slight hint of bourbon, but still kinda fresh. „Damon", I breathed and attacked his earlobe. A deep groan emanated from his chest, almost like a growl, and within a blink he'd flipped us around, putting himself on top. The weight of him and the feral expression on his face when he peeled my shirt up almost took my breath away. Unconcealed lust lingered in his eyes and his intense gaze burned itself into my mind forever. Finally he pulled my shirt off over my head and eyed my body as if he tried to memorize every detail. „Beautiful", he murmured and his fingers drew a hot trail up from the waistband of my jeans across my abdomen and around my breasts. He teased me until I arched my back into him. „Please", I begged longingly.
He chuckled lowly. „So eager?" he whispered and bent down to kiss me. „Much", I replied just before I felt his naked skin on mine and caught my breath. The sensation of our naked chests rubbing against each other overwhelmed me and I wrapped my arms around him. He pushed one of his legs between mine and we started an exciting dance with our hips, knowing exactly how it would end. Meanwhile he seemed determined to drive me crazy by tending to my breasts. Kneading them softly, he let this tongue play with my nipples, sucking, kissing and nibbling on them until I thought I would come just from that. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away. He looked surprised. „Naked, now", I growled and grabbed his belt. Grinning he rolled on his back and got rid of his remaining clothes. I did the same and finally I was able to admire Damon in all his naked glory.
„Found something interesting?" he teased me while I eyed him from head to toe. God has really endowed him generously, I thought while certain parts of my body did a happy dance. He folded his arms behind his head and enjoyed my gaze. This man was very conscious of his own body. Licking my lips like a cat after enjoying whipped cream, I nodded. „I think I did", I replied and straddled him. He put his hands on my hips and tried to guide me, but I had something different in mind. Showering his skin with kisses I moved down on his body. I stopped just before his pubic hair and looked into his face. He watched me with an expectant expression. I couldn't help a grin and continued. Taking his fully erect member into my hand, I let my tongue swirl around the tip while my other hand softly fondled his balls. Then I closed my lips around him, engulfing him slowly as far as I could. „Ah …. Helen ….", he sighed and groaned, clenching the sheets in his fists. His body was taut as a bow, his head pressed back into the pillow. Opening my jaw was far as I could without hurting my already injured cheek, I took him all the way in. Slowly releasing him while creating a vacuum, I let my tongue glide underneath his cock while my teeth grazed the top and he moaned with pleasure. He breathed gasping and faster when I repeated it a few times and his hip movements got a bit erratic.
Unfortunately, I forgot about my injury and one move hurt so much that I had to let him go. „Ouch", I groaned and held my cheek. He pulled me into his arms. „I'm sorry, Helen, really …", he started breathlessly, but I put a finger on his lips. „Shsh, nothing happened", I whispered. „But …", he tried again and I shut him up with a passionate kiss. He turned us to the side and pushed one leg between mine while caressing my breasts with his free hand. Pinching my nipples softly he caused me to squirm and heat spread from my womb through the rest of my body. I moaned and arched my hips into him. Following my silent request, he let this hand travel down to my private parts and traded my lips for my breasts. Exploring my nether regions, he carefully dipped one finger into the wetness of my entrance before he slid it up to my clit with a soft pressure. His lips, teeth and tongue tortured my breasts while his fingers played with my clit and teased my entrance. I felt like I would spontaneously combust if he didn't enter me soon.
„Damon!" I gasped, breathing erratically. „Mmh", he mumbled, biting into my right nipple. God, I was so close! I couldn't stand it anymore! I raked my fingers through his hair and tugged his head up a bit roughly. „Hey", he protested softly and locked his gaze with mine. I cupped his face with my hands. „I want you, Damon, inside me … now", I breathed urgently. He smiled and replaced his hand with his cock. Lifting one of my legs across his waist, he entered me slowly while my hips responded eagerly. A loud moan escaped my lips and I arched into him when he filled me fully and completely, inch by inch. It was incredible, as if he was made for me, perfectly stretching me in the most delicious way. His ice-blue eyes locked with mine and for a moment the world seem to stand still, until he started to move.
My hands claimed his body, raking my fingernails across his back, clawing into his butt with each thrust. All I could feel, was he, all I could think of, was he. His hot skin on mine, his hands on my body – strong, dominant, but also tender. His lips on mine – demanding, taking, but also giving. Dying in a maelstrom of sensations, there's no better way to go, I thought before all reason left me completely and my brain exploded in a whirlwind of colorful lightning bolts. I came hard, calling out his name and clutching at him, jerking uncontrollably. He followed me after a few seconds, groaning my name into my ear, his face mirroring his sensations. Then he collapsed above me, leaning his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard. I held him firmly, as if I never wanted to let go again, running my fingers through his hair and caressing his neck.
I liked his weight on my body while we both slowly soared down from our heights. It was a pleasant feeling to have him close like this. „I'm too heavy", he mumbled after a while. „No, you're not", I replied softly, but he turned us to the side anyway, without slipping out of me. I opened my eyes, which I had unconsciously closed, and looked at him. His face was filled with blissful relaxation and a smile played around his mouth. I wanted to tell him how much I had enjoyed it, but he put a finger to my lips and shook his head. I had to smile too. He was right, this was not the time for words. I lifted my head and kissed him softly, but determined. My tongue touched his lips and dueled tenderly with his own. I let my hands wander lazily across his body, exploring him and reveled in his warmth. Our gazes were still locked, none of us wanted to divert eyes first. His fingers trailed down my spine and when I shivered involuntarily, his soft cock inside me started hardening again. "Another round?" I asked surprised and he grinned. „As many as you want", he replied huskily and claimed my lips again.