Her phone buzzed as she pushed the door to her room open, Damon never missing an appointment, whether it be with her or anyone else.
Flopping down on the bed, she pressed the talk button and held it to her ear. She wasn't going to let the vacation be ruined because Bridget was there. Chances are that she was a great person and she and Damon just didn't mesh well. No need to bring it up and have the focus be on his ex rather than on the two of them.
"Hi baby," she spoke softly into the phone as weariness clung to her.
"Hi, Beth. Tell me about your day." He was forever demanding.
"We got here, and shortly after that I talked Matt off a cliff over Erica being here. Came to my room and talked to her for a minute. Unpacked and then we went to help decorate. I met your Aunt Allison."
"Oh shit... I bet that was an adventure of sorts."
"You could say that."
"Did she boss everyone around properly?"
"Nope. Erica took over and told her very professionally to step back and shut the fuck up. I was impressed."
Damon let out a short laugh, the deep timbre of his voice rolling over her.
She had whispered her thoughts before she realized what she was doing. "I want you here with me."
"I want to be there too, baby. I will be soon. I'm trying to get all this shit wrapped up, so it doesn't blow up further. I'm putting a Band-Aid on it now, and I'll fix it for good when I travel to Florida." He let out a long sigh, and Bethany closed her eyes, just wanting to hear him breathe.
"I got to spend some time on the beach, and then we had a big dinner. Your brother was the center of attention, which was more than fitting. He's a total ham." Bethany moved up on the bed until her head rested on one of the fluffy white pillows.
"Mmmm... did you get some sun?"
She glanced down at herself, tugging her sundress to the side a little. A soft line of darkness showed up where her bathing suit wasn't. "I sure did. It looks good."
"What did your bathing suit look like? Did you wear the white one or the black one?"
"I bought a pink one for the trip."
"I haven't seen that one yet. Why not?" His voice hardened a little. The sound caused Bethany's stomach to tighten. He was so fucking hot.
"I was waiting to show you when we got here. I'll pull it out when you get here."
"Is it a full piece or a bikini?"
"It's a bright pink string bikini. Are we really going to talk about my bathing suit instead of something more important?" She let out a short laugh.
"I like talking about what you're wearing. Helps me imagine how I'm going to slowly strip you out of it." His voice deepened as static picked up in the background, as if he were moving around.
She didn't want to ask and break the spell he was slipping under. He needed her. She could hear it in the way he spoke, the things he wanted to know, the demanding tone that beckoned her to tell him what every stitch on the damn bathing suit looked like.
"I'd like that a lot. I wanted to spend hours sprawled out across your big four post bed last night before we left. I kept imagining all the things you would do to me." She cupped the phone to her ear and slid her hand down her stomach before cupping herself, applying a little pressure and closing her eyes.
"I wanted that too baby." He moved around a little more. "Let's give you a little bit of relief now though... hmm?"
"How?" Her eyes opened as her heart began beating faster. Surely he didn't mean what she thought he did. He was bold and brazen, but she wasn't sure she could keep up. Nervousness rose in her stomach and rushed upward, threatening to take her voice from her.
"Go lock the door."
"I can't. Erica is staying with me."
"I didn't ask that, Beth. Get up and go lock the door."
She let out a soft sigh, but got up and locked the door. "She's going to be back any minute."
"Dinner was at seven and Matt's there. She'll be back at ten and not a minute before."
Bethany started to protest, but he cut her off. "What are you wearing? Give me details so I can imagine it."
"A yellow sundress." She climbed back onto the bed, her voice shaking slightly.
"And underneath it. Tell me what you have on under your pretty dress." His voice was steady, the lust in it ever-present.
"A pair of white panties."
"No bra?"
"No. It doesn't really allow for it. I had on a bathing suit top earlier, but it's off now."
"Mmmmm. I love your breasts. Tug your top down and slide your hands up your ribs, cupping yourself. Let it be my hands, baby. Tell me how much you can hold, Beth. Are your hands big enough?"
She slid her hands up and curved them around the base of her breasts, her hands barely covering anything. "I can't wrap my hands around them."
"I can't either baby. I love trying though. How about your nipples. Tell me the texture. The color."
Bethany opened her eyes for a second and glanced down, her breasts sitting heavy, her nipples budded tightly simply from the neediness of his voice.
"Dark pink and so hard. I want your mouth all over them."
"All over you, girl. It's going to be all over you."
"Please?" She ignored the sound of her voice, focusing on his alone.
"The little white panties are still on, right?"
"They are."
"Good girl. Keep them on. It will increase the pressure I want you to feel."
"Damon. I can't do this. I've never..."
"You're not going to do anything you haven't done before. This time you just get to hear my voice as you imagine it to be me. I need you to be my hands until I can get to you. Can you do that for me? Nothing uncomfortable, just me and you, baby."
She closed her eyes and sat in silence for a minute, wanting so badly to give in fully to him, but unable to push past her reserve. He had seen her deep in ecstasy. Would this be any different?
"All right. I'll try for you."
"No, Beth, try for us. Just listen to the sound of my voice. Get comfortable and close your eyes. Tug your dress up over your thighs for me."
She followed his instructions and kept her eyes closed, her breathing shaky and shallow. She couldn't do this.
"Run your hands over your thighs, so taut and tight. I love your legs, Beth. Squeeze your thighs and let me hear you enjoy it."
She applied pressure to her thighs, her mind's eye slowly taking her out of the equation and depositing him between her legs, his hands on her. She moaned softly, letting her legs fall more open.
"Touch me," she whispered, needing him to mark every inch of her.
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna touch you everywhere. You're my girl. It's only me who gets the pleasure of touching you."
She moaned again, squeezing her thighs harder.
"That's it, Beth. Open your legs all the way, baby. Slide those hands up your thighs and over your smooth stomach for me. I want to spend a whole night exploring you, my lips brushing over your tight little tummy."
She slid her hand up her thighs and over her stomach, moving them down to cup her sex again. She arched her hips, pressing against her hands as she flooded with lubrication.
"Oh God," she groaned as she jerked her hips again.
"You're so needy, Beth. I'm going to take care of that baby. Slip one of your hands into your panties and tell me what you feel. Don't penetrate my opening. That's for me. You tell me what you feel though, baby. I need to imagine it."
"So soft and silky, wet." She arched her hips again, her mind giving her a complete vision of him watching her wickedly as he played with the most intimate parts of her.
"Yeah. Sloppy wet, right?"
"Mmmhmmm. I need you," she whispered again, starting to slide her fingers down toward the soft pulsing sensation at her entrance.
"No. No slipping your fingers inside of you yet. Tease your clit. Rub the pads of your fingers over it softly twice and then pinch it and tug a little. Let me hear you. Do it, Beth."
She f
ollowed his instructions, her body screaming for penetration. The moving in the background on the phone got worse, but she ignored it. She didn't want to lose him, didn't want to lose the moment. She needed it so badly.
A groan left her as she touched herself exactly as he prescribed.
"Oh, baby. My cock is aching in my pants for a long night of fucking you. I need you wrapped around me, Beth. You want that?"
"Fuck yes." She slid her fingers down her swollen lips again, pressing against her entrance as she let out a long groan.
"Let me in. I'm going to take full advantage of that need that's fucking you already."
"Yeah. Make it hard and fast," she whispered and started to press her fingers inside of herself as a knock resounded at the door.
Bethany jerked up and tugged her dress down, her head spinning at how far she had slipped into the moment with him. "Fuck. Someone's here."
"Let me in, Beth."
"I can't right now, Damon. Erica is probably at the door. We can finish it later. I'll go to the bathroom or something." She walked to the door and tugged it open, shock rolling over her as Damon stood in front of her, his eyes hooded, and expression demanding carnality.
Chapter 12
Bethany
There wasn't time to react or to say anything. Damon crashed into her, pushing the door shut behind him. He was on top of her, his body hard and more than ready for everything he had promised. Beth wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him several times before moving her tongue up the side of his neck.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She tugged at his shirt as he moved up a little to start removing clothes.
"Making love to my woman."
"You were on your way here the whole time?" she growled at him and started undoing buttons.
He chucked his shirt behind him and fell back on top of her, his hands moving to cup her butt and rub against the wetness he created.
"Yeah. I wanted the foreplay over so I could just fuck you long and hard. Forgive me." He kissed her chest again before tugging her straps lose and pulling the front of her dress down. "Fuck yes."
She arched, screaming softly as the fingers of one of his hands slipped inside of her, his mouth spreading over her breast as he sucked her nipple into hot wetness.
"Oh God. I'm gonna come. I was so close from your fucking teasing." She arched her hips as he fucked her harder with his strong fingers. She screamed as her body twitched deep inside her womb.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue, glancing up and growling, "Come hard for me, Beth."
She rode the orgasm, so beyond grateful that he was with her. She left her modesty at the door and jerked her hips back, massaging herself with him. She stilled a few moments later, panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Her heart melted as she glanced up. He watched her intently, his dark hair a mess, his eyes glossy with need.
"Get your pants off and remind me why I put up with you," she barked at him as the side of his sexy mouth lifted in a smirk.
"Oh, I'm gonna show you why you'll always want to deal with me. Turn over on your stomach and put your ass in the air. Time to teach you a few lessons."
Damn if she didn't roll over and press her knees to the bed, her dress rolling up her back. He pulled her up and tugged it off before running his hands over her breasts, down her stomach and pressing in tightly to her hips.
She groaned again before leaning over and sliding her hands up the bed. She didn't care if anyone walked in. There was nothing that could stop this moment between them.
"Hold on to the sheets baby. I'm over-stimulated tonight. My cock’s thick and fucking longer than I've seen it in a while. Tell me if I hurt you." He pressed forward, his body opening hers slowly.
Bethany pushed up to her hands, forcing herself back against him. She was beyond wet and yet it still took a few hard strokes for him to slide into her fully. She bit her lip, her mind splintering as pleasure ran through her. Damon leaned over and slid his hand between her breasts, cupping her throat and pulling her up on her knees, her back to his chest.
"There it is. Balls deep, Beth. How in the fuck your tight little pussy is holding all this dick, I have no clue. So fucking hot. You want me to plunge it in and out of you, baby? Tell me, and I'll take you over the edge as many times as you can handle. I want to hear my name on your tongue."
"Yes," she whispered, her voice lost to need. A long whimper left her as he pressed against her, his motion pressing him against her ass tightly.
"I want in there. You know I do, right?"
"I know. I want it too." She turned from him and pressed her hands back to the bed before pulling forward a little and slamming back onto him.
"My turn." He slid his hand along the curve of her ass and took hold of her hip with the other hand. His thrusts were deep and hard, her whole body shaking as she moaned loudly with every violent impact.
She wanted to utter a million things, but couldn't seem to put a cognitive thought together. Nothing made sense but needing more of him. He was so far beyond sexy, the deep grunts that lifted from him doing nothing but making her want to open herself to anything he wanted of her.
His thumb brushed by her ass, rubbing softly over her entrance. "I wanna feel the tightness of your ass, Beth. Tell me I can press into it."
"Fuck me," she groaned as he slid his finger into her, his cock stretching her as it seemed to thicken more.
"Every day for the rest of your life, bad girl."
The slapping of their bodies mixed with the depravity of wanting to explore the idea of him replacing his thumb with his large cock almost did her in. She pressed her face to the bed as liquid pooled around her lips. She wanted to taste him, wanting him to take hold of her and make her everything he ever wanted in his wildest fantasies.
He changed the pace of his finger fucking to rub against the deep press of his cock inside of her and that was it. She stiffened as heat burst from the center of her stomach and rolled across her back. The hair at the back of her neck lifted and she screamed his name over and over as he picked up his strokes, fucking her hard and mercilessly. The orgasm wouldn't stop, his fingers working overtime to force the fire to blaze inside of her.
She pressed back against him, rolling and rocking her hips as he struggled to breathe.
"I'm going to lose my load, Beth. Stop that shit, you wicked little bitch." He reached up and slid his hand into her hair, pulling back a little as she groaned loudly, wanting him to pull more.
Something about pleasure mixed with controlled pain threw her into ecstasy faster than anything else. She worked him harder, going against his desires and listening intently for the change in his breathing. He released her hair and dug his fingers into her hips as he released a loud, guttural groan. He continued pumping in and out of her as he bent over and pressed his teeth into her back, tugging softly at the flesh as she arched her back and milked his cock for all it was worth.
Damon pressed a shaky hand to her before licking along her back and over the curve of her ass. He pulled out and let out another groan. Bethany collapsed on her stomach, the air so damn hard to breathe.
"Roll over and let me hold you, lover." Damon moved down and pressed his body against the top of hers, brushing her hair back and kissing her lips a few times. "I couldn't imagine you being here without me. What if you found some hot cabana boy who could fuck better than me?"
She let out a short laugh, her fingers running up and down the damp skin of his muscular back. "That isn't possible. You are the best fuck, ever."
"That's almost crude, dirty girl." He nipped at her lips and rolled off of her and onto his back. He reached for her, and she moved toward him, tucking against his side and glancing up at him.
"Erica is going to be back any minute, baby. You need to go."
"Nah. Matt knows I'm here. He was helping me with keeping you occupied until I could get here. He'll tell Erica. I'm not sleeping anywhere but tucked against your naked body."
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She smiled and snuggled in closer, brushing her fingers over the sensual muscles of his stomach. The tight black curls that dusted the trail to his thick cock was such a tease. She brushed her hand over his semi-erect dick, squeezing it as he growled.
"You're not even going to get a nap tonight if you keep it up." He glanced down at her and nudged her to look up at him. He brushed his lips past hers. "So fucking beautiful, baby. Did you know that?"
"What? That our sex is beautiful?”
"That you're beautiful. You're everything I want in my life. Don't forget that. I'm in this for the long haul. Just give me a little bit of grace when I dick up because I will. I always do." He reached up and ran his fingers through his wet, dark hair.
"I love you," she whispered and pressed a kiss to the side of his chest.
"I love you too, Beth. Close your eyes and get some rest. We'll get a shower in the morning and go see everyone together." He leaned down and kissed her again.
"I don't want to ruin the moment... but I have to ask you something."
"Anything."
"Matthew ran into Bridget, your ex, earlier today. I guess she's here for a bachelorette party or something." Bethany glanced down, not sure where she was going with the conversation or why the hell she would bring it up. She cursed herself internally for saying anything. What was wrong with her?
"And? What about it?" He looked down at her, brushing his lips over her forehead.
"I don't know. She's just beautiful and, I guess I..."
"You nothing. She is beautiful, but not at all in the way you are. She's painted up beautifully. Some guy gets paid shit tons of money to make her look like you do when you roll out of bed. Don't assume I'm an asshole just because I play one on T.V."
She laughed and popped him in the chest.
He caught her hand and pulled it to his mouth.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know about our relationship tomorrow. Right now I just made love to the only woman I love. I don't want to think about or talk about anything but you and me."
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