Page 36 of Securing His Obsession

Absolutely, but not this first time. She wanted them to share everything together.

“Touch away,” he responded, his lips quirking into a soft smile. A natural one that she imagined he didn’t show to many people, and she wasn’t going to take it for granted.

While she ached to do everything she imagined, she wanted to show him that she wasn’t the shy, reserved girl he might think. Reaching for the hem of her sweater, she gripped it and pulled it off, tossing it to the ground. Next she removed her T-shirt.

His sharp inhalation filled the room, and she startled when he traced the lace edge of her bra, her nipple pebbling against the fabric.

Margot shuffled a little closer and laid her hand on his chest. The flesh was warm beneath her fingertips. Finally, she was able to fulfil her fantasy of having her hands on Damon Pallin.

Her imagination didn’t prepare her for how good it felt to touch him. How hard his chest was, and how he kept himself still, allowing her to explore.

She leaned forward and placed a kiss over where his heart was. Giving him a little push, he understood her intention and shifted so that he was on his back, allowing her to have the freedom to explore his body.

How long would he let her take control before he had to take over?

No way was Damon passive in the bedroom, it just didn’t match what she knew of him. He was in control in so much of his life. How many times had he taken charge in situations with her over the past few weeks—many times.

But she was going to make the most of him letting her explore his body.

She kissed her way down his chest, as she pinched his nipple, he hissed out a breath. A shaft of satisfaction filled her at his reaction. Beneath her belly, she could feel him getting harder and harder, and she couldn’t wait to touch him and feel him fill her.

As she reached the waistband of his sweats, she traced the edge with her tongue. His hand slid through her hair, grabbing a handful of it. She welcomed the sting, knowing that she was pushing him to his limit.

How far would he let her go?

She cupped him through the fabric of his pants, and he groaned, the sound dampening her panties. All she wanted to do was rip off the rest of her clothes and sink down on him.

In the past, she’d been more than happy to let the guy take the lead. With those encounters, she’d enjoyed them, but with Damon, the way he was sitting back and letting her lead was intoxicating.

His fingers in her hair tightened, and she looked up at him from her position by his cock. “Little Pearl, you’re killing me. This is going to be over before it’s begun, and I’ve got plans for you.” His voice was gruff and oh, so sexy.

“What plans?” she asked, as she squeezed his hard length before letting out a little squeal as he hauled her up and flipped her over, bracing himself on his elbows as he looked down on her.

“Let me show you.” His mouth crashed down hers at the same time as he ground his cock against her pussy.

Desire burned through her, and now her panties were soaked. She writhed beneath him as he kissed his way down her neck, his hand reaching behind to release her bra. She sat up, allowing him to pull the scrap of fabric away. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, arching her back wanting more.

“All in good time.”

This was the Damon she expected in the bedroom. The man who exerted control as easily as he breathed, and she was here for it. Wanted him to control her.

He continued his slow exploration of her body. Taking one breast into his mouth while massaging the other. Margot squeezed her thighs together, as wave after wave of arousal swept through her.

She dug her fingers into his back, hoping he would take that as a sign of her wanting him to move on. To move down her body. She almost cried out in relief as he stopped the tormenting of her breasts and trailed hot kisses to the top of her pants. Without him asking, she lifted her hips and started to push them down, only for Damon’s hands to cover hers.

“No, you don’t. You’re like a gift, and I plan on unwrapping you.”

This guy with his sweet words. No one had ever spoken to her that way in the bedroom. She loved it and wanted more.

“But I half unwrapped myself for you,” she said, referring to taking her top off earlier.

“Next time, I won’t be so accommodating,” he responded gruffly.

Margot latched onto the next time comment. That had to be a good thing.

Damon began to slowly draw down her sweats, taking her panties with them, and soon, she was gloriously naked in front of him. He slid off the bed, and she watched as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes, his cock bobbing out and pointing straight toward her.