Chapter 164: A Perfect Fit (18+)
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My skin felt warm and damp with sweat, and I was breathing slowly, contentedly, as I snuggled against Damien’s chest. The sheets were all tangled up around us, still warm from our earlier activities, carrying the mixed scents of us that made my head pleasantly fuzzy.
Then he shifted a bit, his strong arms wrapping around me possessively in that way that always makes my heart skip a beat.
He pulled me tight against him, my back against his front, like two pieces finally fitting together. His chest pressed against my spine, his legs behind mine, and in that close embrace, everything felt safe and intimate...more so than anything we had done before.
It was as if the world outside had completely faded away, leaving just the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing through me.
"Come here," he murmured.
His voice low and smooth against the back of my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there, sending little sparks of pleasure down my spine.
"Damn, I love having you all warm and relaxed against me, Sunshine. You fit here perfectly, you always have."
I sighed softly, leaning deeper into him, feeling his warmth wrap around me.
"Mmm. I guess this feels a little good..."
Oh, who was I kidding? This was paradise!
The words slipped out lazily and genuinely, because it felt like so much more than just great.
His hand began to roam slowly along my side, those long fingers knowing every dip and curve of my body by now and seemed to worship them wholeheartedly.
It wandered lower, wrapping around my cock with a gentle stroke that sent a thrill through me, even though I was still sensitive from earlier.
A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as pleasure began to simmer in my belly, slow and steady like embers coming back to life.
Damien chuckled quietly against my shoulder, the sound vibrating through us.
"Poor baby... already so sensitive, and here you are, getting hard for me again. You sure you can handle another round? I don’t want to tire you out completely for the rest of the day."
I glared at him, tire me out completely? I wasn’t something delicate! Of course I could go another round!
"Of course I can...y–you asshole," I got out, my voice hitching as his thumb circled the tip with just the right touch. "Fuck! D...don’t stop."
Damien smirked against my shoulder, "Your wish is my command, Oliver."
He started to kiss along my shoulder, slow and intentional, his mouth tracing the freckles and marks he’d left before.
His voice dropped to that husky tone that always unraveled me.
"That’s it. Just breathe and let me take care of you, again. God, you feel amazing like this...close, safe, all mine to hold."
His free hand slid up to my chest, palm flat over my heart, almost as if he could steady its rapid beating, while the other continued its leisurely exploration below.
I instinctively pushed back against him, feeling his hardness pressing against me, the closeness making everything feel even more intense, his body cocooning mine in a way that felt both protective and possessive.
I reached back with one hand, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping gently as a silent plea.
He let out a soft groan at the touch, nipping at my earlobe.
"Eager, aren’t you? My sweet, greedy boy."
The teasing tone in his voice carried that familiar playful edge, even in our most heated moments, reminding me that beneath all the intensity, this was us.
Then he shifted, pressing forward with careful precision, he grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg. Revealing my slick hole that had somehow had the ability to take something of his size.
I felt the blunt head of him at my entrance, slick from before, and I gasped sharply as he began to push into me from behind.
The angle felt new, deeper in this sideways spooning position, stretching me in ways that made me gasp and my breath hitch.
"Ah—fuck... Damien... this feels so d...deep," I managed, my voice breaking on the words.
Every inch was a revelation, filling me completely, connecting us on a level that surpassed just the physical.
My fingers tightened in his hair, urging him on as I pushed back slowly, wanting to take all of him, needing that fullness that made me feel claimed in the best possible way.
"Easy... there you go," he whispered, remaining perfectly still once he was buried deep inside, giving me a moment to adjust.
His arm tightened around my waist, holding me steady against him. "Taking every inch so well. You okay, love?"
"Yeah," I nodded, the word more of a moan than speech. "Move, please. I need...I need you to m–move."
The lingering sensitivity from our earlier rounds sharpened every sensation, but wrapped in the safety of his embrace, it only heightened my pleasure.
He began with a slow, steady rhythm, gentle thrusts that built gradually, each one striking that perfect spot inside me with unerring precision.
His hand didn’t stop its steady strokes below, syncing the two movements until I was lost in the rhythm, moaning his name like a prayer.
The soft sounds of us filled the room, the slide of skin, our mingled breaths, and the occasional wet noise that would have made me blush if I wasn’t so far gone.
Damien’s breath was warm against my ear as he nestled closer, his rhythm deepening just enough to make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Aw, listen to those pretty sounds you’re making," he teased, his tone a mix of mock sympathy and genuine affection.
"Already falling apart again? My poor, greedy boy... can’t get enough of me, can you? But that’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world to remind you how perfectly you fit me."
"Damien...right there," I gasped, pushing back against him with more urgency now, the position allowing me to feel every powerful flex of his hips.
It was so intimate like this, his body wrapped around mine, one arm anchoring me while the other worked me with expert care.
I felt safe and wanted, completely enveloped by him. All earlier fears...of vulnerability, of letting someone get this close, melted away in the warmth of his embrace.
"Fuck, don’t stop... you’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere."
He groaned, the sound low and ragged, his thrusts building into a steady pace that had me gripping the sheets with my free hand.
"I’ve got you. So fucking good for me, Oliver. Just let it build, baby. I want to feel you come again like this...held tight while I’m buried inside you, claiming every inch."
His words flowed steadily, a mix of praise and heat, whispered against my neck between kisses that ignited fire across my skin.
I reached back again, tugging his hair harder this time, urging him on as the coil in my belly tightened unbearably.
The pleasure built slowly but relentlessly, waves rolling higher and higher. My body trembled in his arms, every thrust sending sparks through me. Damien’s hand sped up slightly on my cock, thumb gliding over the head in a way that made me whimper.
"I’m—shit, I’m close..." I warned, my voice breaking.
"Come on, then," he urged, his thrusts growing deeper, more insistent yet still maintaining that tender control. "Let go for me. That’s it... good boy. Let me feel you."
The orgasm crashed over me like a force I couldn’t hold back, overwhelming and all-consuming. I came hard once more with a loud, broken moan, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through me.
Damien followed just moments later, burying himself as deep as he could and holding me impossibly tighter, his release spilling hot and thick inside me.
He groaned my name like it was sacred, his body stuttering with the force of it, arms locking around me, keeping us connected in the most primal, intimate way.
We stayed like that for long, blissful minutes, breathing in sync, his chest rising and falling against my back. He kissed my neck repeatedly, soft presses of his lips that anchored me as the aftershocks faded.
"Damn... I love this," he murmured, voice breathless and full of reverence. "Love feeling you like this. Stay right here with me, Oliver. Don’t move an inch."
I let out a small laugh, the amusement bubbling up unexpectedly, the moment of lightness cutting through the intensity in that way only we could manage.
"I’m gonna be so sore again today. You’ll have to carry me everywhere, you know. Like, bridal style all around the apartment. Think your back can take it, old man?"
Damien chuckled softly, the sound warm as he nuzzled my shoulder, pressing another kiss there.
"Deal. Worth every second...and every ache. I’d carry you to the ends of the earth just to keep you this close."
There he goes again... saying thing like that that made me feel so damn flustered.
His hand stroked soothingly over my hip, and he stayed inside me, softening but not pulling away, as if he couldn’t bear to break the connection just yet.
The feeling of fullness was comforting now, a reminder of how completely he’d claimed me.
As the quiet settled around us, my mind drifted in that hazy, post-climax glow. I thought our first time had been intense, with all its newness and raw discovery.
But being held like this, so tightly spooned against him, feeling him come inside me, filling me with that warm pulse...was something else entirely.
He shifted just enough to pull the covers higher over us, his lips finding my temple in a final, lingering kiss.
"Sleep now, Sunshine. I’ve got you."
I smiled into the pillow, letting my eyes drift shut, feeling content in the warmth of his embrace. The night had been a whirlwind, but this quiet afterglow? This was everything.