Damien pov
Aria stood there in nothing but my oversized white shirt, the hem barely covering her ass. Her eyes went wide, then dropped straight to my dick—hard, red, glistening, my hand frozen mid-stroke.
"Damien?" Her voice was soft, surprised.
"Aria, I" Words died, i couldn’t explain shit.
She stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a quiet click. Her pupils were blown, dark with heat as she stared at my cock.
"You said we were taking it slow," she murmured.
"We are. This is just—I needed to—" I couldn’t finish. My dick twitched in my hand.
"You needed to co." She walked toward slowly, hips swaying under the shirt. "Because I got you so worked up you were about to explode, and you still held back."
"Yes."
She looked down at my fist, still gripping myself. "That doesn’t look like it feels good enough."
"It doesn’t." My voice ca out rough, strained. "But it’s all I’ve got right now."
"No." She dropped to her knees right in front of . "It’s not."
My breath caught hard. "Aria, you don’t have to"
"I want to." She looked up through her lashes, eyes locked on mine. "Let take care of you."
Her small hand replaced mine, wrapping around my shaft. I groaned loud, head thudding back against the wall. Her fingers couldn’t quite et around my thickness, but fuck, it felt better than anything.
"You’re so fucking hard," she whispered, stroking slow from root to tip. Pre-cum sared over her knuckles. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Poor baby." She leaned in and dragged her tongue flat over the swollen head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum. I jerked, hips bucking forward.
Then her mouth closed around —hot, wet, tight. She sucked the tip hard, tongue swirling, before sliding down farther. I cursed, hand fisting in her hair.
"Aria—fuck"
She took deeper, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Her tongue pressed along the underside, tracing the thick vein. She’d sucked before, but never like this—hungry, needy, like she was starving for it.
"So fucking good," I groaned. "Your mouth is perfect."
She humd around my cock. The vibration shot straight to my balls. Her hand pumped the base she couldn’t fit, twisting on every upstroke, while her other hand cupped my sack, rolling my balls gently, tugging just enough.
"I’m not gonna last," I warned, voice wrecked. "Been edged too long."
She pulled off just long enough to whisper, "Good," then swallowed deep again, nose brushing my pelvis.
Her throat squeezed around the head. That was it.
"Aria—I’m gonna"
She didn’t pull away. Just looked up with those dark, gorgeous eyes and sucked harder.
I ca with a guttural groan, hips jerking as I shot thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed every pulse, milking with her mouth and hand until my legs shook and I was empty, spent, cock twitching against her tongue.
She finally pulled off slow, lips swollen and shiny. A thin string of spit and cum connected her mouth to my tip before it broke. She licked her lips clean.
"Better?" she asked, voice innocent, eyes wicked.
"You’re gonna fucking kill ." I hauled her up, crushed her against , and kissed her deep. I tasted salt and myself on her tongue—didn’t give a shit. "That was insane, Aria."
"I couldn’t let you suffer alone." She smiled against my mouth. "And I liked watching you stroke yourself. Seeing how desperate you were for ."
"You’re evil."
"You’ve said that." She nipped my lip. "And you still love ."
"I do." I kissed her softer. "So fucking much it scares ."
"Good." She started to turn, but I caught her wrist.
"Wait."
"Yeah?"
"Let return the favor."
Her eyes darkened instantly. "I thought we were taking it slow."
"We are." I spun her around, pressed her front to the counter. Our reflections stared back—her flushed, lips parted, hard again already behind her. "But turnabout’s fair play."
I yanked the shirt—my shirt—up over her hips. No panties. Just her bare ass and the slick, swollen lips of her pussy glistening between her thighs.
"Damien"
"Shh." I kicked her feet wider apart. My hand slid between her legs. She was drenched—hot, slippery, dripping down her inner thighs.
"You liked sucking off, didn’t you?" I murmured in her ear, watching her face in the mirror. "Liked feeling co down your throat."
"Yes," she breathed, hips rocking back.
I circled her clit slow, teasing the swollen nub with feather-light touches. "Tell what you want."
"You. Please."
"You’ve got ." I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat. She gasped, walls clenching hard around . So fucking wet I slid in easy.
I pumped slow at first, curling to hit that rough spot inside that made her toes curl. My other hand shoved under the shirt, cupping her breast, pinching and rolling her hard nipple.
"Watch yourself," I ordered, voice low. "Watch how pretty you look falling apart."
Her eyes locked on the mirror—cheeks pink, lips swollen, pupils blown. She watched my fingers disappear inside her, watched her own hips grind back for more.
"Damien"
"That’s it, baby." I sped up, thumb finding her clit, rubbing firm circles while my fingers fucked her deeper, harder. Wet sounds echoed off the tiles.
"Co for ."
She shattered fast—crying out my na, pussy spasming around my fingers, gushing slick down my hand and wrist. Her knees buckled; I held her up, working her through every tremor until she whimpered and shoved weakly at my arm.
"Too much—fuck—stop"
I eased my fingers out slow. She trembled against . I turned her around, pulled her into my chest. Her face buried in my neck, body still shaking.
"Okay?" I asked quietly, stroking her hair.
"More than okay." She looked up, eyes glassy and soft. "That was... wow."
"Yeah." I kissed her forehead. "Wow."
We stood there breathing together for a minute. Then she yawned against my skin.
"Bed?" I asked.
"Please."
I scooped her up, carrying her back to the bedroom. She protested halfheartedly but wrapped her arms around my neck anyway.
When I laid her down, she imdiately curled into again. This ti, there was no aching tension. Just warmth and satisfaction.
"Damien?" she murmured sleepily.
"Hmm?"
"I like your version of taking it slow."
I laughed quietly. "Go to sleep, Aria."
"Love you," she whispered.
"Love you too."
Within minutes, she was asleep again. I held her close, finally relaxed enough to sleep myself.
Taking it slow was going to be harder than I thought. But if it ant nights like this—stolen monts of pleasure and intimacy—I’d wait as long as she needed.
She was worth it.
They both were.
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