Chapter 148: Sunshine Gets Stretched (And Claimed) (18+)
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The kiss lingered in the air like an unspoken promise, wrapping us in a quiet intimacy in the bedroom. My heart, though, raced ahead, a chaotic drumbeat of excitement and nervous energy. Damien leaned close, his body a warm, solid presence that made the air feel charged.
There was that familiar smirk on his lips, teasing yet infuriatingly charming...but his eyes had a softness that caught me off guard, revealing a patience beneath the hunger simmering just out of sight.
He grabbed the bottle again, coating his fingers in cool lube once more, the faint slick sound breaking through the heavy silence.
I swallowed hard, my thighs opening further under his gentle guidance, feeling both vulnerable and surprisingly safe under his gaze...like I was something precious he longed for.
"Easy, sunshine," he whispered, his voice low and soothing as one slick finger began to trace circles around my entrance, teasingly slow patterns that sent shivers up my spine.
The lube felt cool at first, almost shocking against my heated skin, yet his careful touch eased me into the moment, despite the flutter of nerves in my chest.
"Let me know if it hurts or if you want me to stop. We’ve got all the time we need. I want to make you feel good." His free hand stroked my thigh slowly, comforting me while that finger pressed gently forward, breaching me with delicious slowness.
I instinctively tensed at the unfamiliar feeling, a soft gasp escaping me as the stretch registered, it was tight and strange, not really painful, more like a growing pressure that made me catch my breath.
Damien leaned in, capturing my mouth in a tender kiss that pulled my focus away from the sensation, his tongue dancing with mine in that same unhurried rhythm we shared earlier.
"You’re already doing so well for me," he murmured against my lips when he pulled back slightly, his breath warm on my flushed skin. "So tight, warm and perfect. Just breathe with me, Oliver. Relax into it."
I nodded, shaky and a bit overwhelmed, forcing myself to exhale.
As I did, the tension slowly faded, allowing his finger to sink deeper. The fullness felt incredible, a mix of vulnerability and connection that made my cock twitch against my stomach.
He curled his finger gently, exploring with a tender touch, and I moaned softly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles shift beneath my palms as he worked me open for himself.
Before long, he added a second finger, scissoring them with careful precision that made me arch off the bed.
The stretch burned a bit at first, a deep ache that elicited soft whimpers from me, but Damien stayed right there, kissing my neck, whispering praises that wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
"That’s it, just like that. You’re taking me so well. Look at you, all flushed and gorgeous." He had that teasing edge in his voice that I recognized, the tone that made me let out a nervous laugh even as the pleasure started to coil tightly in my core.
"T...this is fucking insane," I gasped between moans, my voice sounding embarrassingly wrecked.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my chest as he kissed me again, deeper this time, swallowing my sounds while his fingers stretched me out further, twisting and spreading in ways that sent sparks dancing behind my eyelids.
By the time a third finger joined in, I was trembling all over, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being so full, so completely claimed by his touch.
So far...so good. Maybe there was nothing to be afraid of after all!
The lube made everything glide easily, yet the sheer size of his hand...those long, skillful fingers, pushed me right to the edge of what I thought I could take.
Still, Damien never hurried. He kept checking in with soft questions and gentle caresses, his patience steady while his breath quickened against my skin.
"Still good? God, Oliver, you feel incredible around my fingers." Then, as he curled them just right, brushing against a spot inside me I hadn’t even known existed, everything shifted.
A sudden sharp jolt of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before shot through me, so intense it pulled a loud, broken moan from deep within.
My eyes widened, and I gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging in as my hips bucked toward his hand involuntarily.
"Fuck—Damien! What... what was that?!" I gasped, my voice shaky with surprise and growing need.
He smirked against my collarbone, clearly proud of himself, and did it again, stroking and abusing his control on that sensitive spot with practiced ease, fingers moving in a steady rhythm that built from gentle to something more urgent.
The sensations were beyond words: a deep, throbbing pleasure radiating outward, making my toes curl and my cock leak steadily against my skin.
He was finger-fucking me now with focused dedication, scissoring and thrusting while always returning to that sweet spot, his dirty praise whispered hotly in my ear.
"Right there, huh? That’s your sweet spot, sunshine. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making for me." He murmured.
"You’re clenching so nicely around my fingers like you were made for this. Taking three fingers like such a good boy, getting all loose and ready for me."
I could hardly form words, reduced to moans and whimpers as pleasure surged, my nervousness melting into eager desire that made me rock back onto his hand, chasing every thrust like my life depended on it.
I wanted more...
The sarcastic part of my brain faded beneath the intensity, leaving only pure sensation.
Sweat beaded on my skin, and my heart raced as he maintained that relentless yet tender pace, stretching me thoroughly while kissing me into a daze whenever I needed grounding.
Trust and thrill tangled in my chest; I felt nervous about what was next, about the size of him I had seen, but the way he wanted me so completely, the care he took... it fueled my desire even more.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful torment, Damien slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling achingly empty and oddly bereft.
"H–hey! What gives?!"
Then soft whine escaped me at the loss, my body clenching around nothing, which made him chuckle again, that low, affectionate sound.
He shifted above me, reaching down to free himself from his pants, and my eyes widened as his thick, heavy cock sprang free...fat and flushed.
He took himself in hand, giving a few slow strokes before slapping the hefty length against my prepared entrance with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn.
The weight of it, the heat radiating from him, sent fresh waves of anticipation and nerves through me.
"I’m going to stuff my cock into your hole now," he said casually like he wasn’t about to rail the living daylights out of me.
His voice was rough with desire but edged with possession that always colored his teasing.
His blue eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. "And when I do... there’s no going back. You’ll be mine...every inch of you, and I’ll never let you go."
The gravity of his words sank in slowly, heavy with meaning that reached beyond the moment’s heat.
Wait...huh?
My eyes widened, heart racing as the full significance of what we were about to do crashed over me. Surely he didn’t mean it that way...forever? Not after we spent so long dancing around each other with banter and rivalry.
Wasn’t this just sex to him?
But the sincerity in his gaze flickered my doubt into something thrilling, almost frightening.
Damien noticed my reaction and let out a warm chuckle before leaning down to kiss me again...slow and deep, reassuring, pouring everything unspoken into that kiss.
The tension hung thick in the air between us, heavy with promise, his cock resting hot against my entrance, poised and waiting.
I thought I was ready. But hearing him say I’d be his forever... I realized I wanted it more than I feared it.