Dinner for two | Damon x f!Traveler

“You look delicious,” Damon’s low voice rumbles against my stomach, his breath burning against my skin.

His fingers caress my waist and I shiver under his touch. He seems to bask in my reactions, for every time I show how good he makes me feel, he kisses my skin for a moment longer. The warm, silky feeling of his lips mixed with the roughness of his fingers and teeth make my head spin in delight. It’s always like this with him, rough and unexpected, yet the hint of affection is always there, and I can’t help but eagerly arch my body towards him.

“Stop squirming. You’ll drop the food,” Damon chastises me, the warmth of his breath against my lower stomach making me struggle to suppress a shiver, and I begrudgingly settle back down.

Tonight we decided to have dinner on our own in his room, and Damon came back from the kitchen with several different sweets he whipped up instead of actual food. I believe I started to complain, but when he whispered in my ear all the things he planned to do to me… let’s just say I was more than glad to let him use me as his banquet table.

The way he lined up the food over my chest and stomach and how he made his way through each of them, picking them with his mouth and coming up so I could have half of each one as he licked me clean of any remains left me hot and breathless.

Every touch of his lit fire in my veins and made me crave for more.

Damon kisses his way up until the spot right below my breasts, stopping short of where the last small truffle candy laid over me. He takes it in his mouth and makes quick work of it.

Looking at me with hooded eyes, he licks the remaining crumbs from my skin. A moan escapes me when he moves up, his face right between my breasts, and my chest quivers under his tongue.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” the sounds I make in response are wordless, my mind too hazy with pleasure as he takes one of my nipples between his teeth, roughly sucking on them.

The pain is delightful, and I tremble when he takes the other between his fingers and gently rolls them. It’s a blissful state between pain and pleasure; I can already feel the slickness dripping down my aching pussy.

I rub my legs together in a desperate attempt to soothe myself, which catches Damon’s attention. He lets go of my breasts, smiling devilishly at me before lowering himself further down and wildly pushing my legs apart, licking his lips as he looks at me, bare and open in front of him.

“Looks like my dessert is ready now,” without breaking eye contact, he buries his face between my legs, running his hot tongue slowly all the way from my entrance to my clit.

“Fuck,” desire burns bright in me. I curse out loud when his hands tighten on my ass, the tiger’s claws coming out to prop me up and leave me even more open for him to feast on.

My moans seem to fuel him, and he slides his tongue inside me with renewed ferocity. My slickness and his saliva make me feel so wet I can’t tell what’s mine and what’s his anymore. His teeth graze my clit slightly, and I call out his name as my body writhes with his every touch.

His lips, his teeth, his breath against my feverish skin -- I’m losing my grip on my own mind with all the pleasure he’s giving me. I jerk wildly when he moves his lips up to suck on my clit and slides a finger inside of me. His other hand holds me tighter, and I can feel his smile against my skin when I tangle my fingers in his hair, calling out his name in a breathless cry.

My muscles tighten, heat pooling low in my core as pleasure threatens to overpower me. The sensuous sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy, his mouth sucking and licking at my clit, and my own increasingly louder moans echo around the room, creating a bubble of heat and lust only we are allowed into.

He curls his fingers inside of me, reaching that spot only he knows, and I lose it. I tug harder at his hair, holding his head on me as I drown on the wave of pleasure that crashes on me. Every inch of my body trembles, my skin burns with desire, and I’m in heaven.

Damon slides his fingers out of me, all of my slickness on them rubbing against my skin as he holds me tighter yet, making thorough work of licking me clean of my orgasm until my body subsides under him.

My breathing is uneven, and I struggle to catch my breath as he comes up to hover over me, his hair a wild mess and cheeks flushed. He licks his lips clean, staring at me with flames behind his blue eye.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to cook something that tastes as good as you,” my cheeks flare up at his words, but I forget all the embarrassment I could feel when he leans down to kiss me.

Tasting myself on his tongue is… it turns me on more than I’d like to admit, and I’m soon eagerly returning his kiss, my body flaring up in need of more.

“You look like a mess now,” he says with a chuckle, bringing a smile to my face when he breaks our kiss, my body still burning under his touch. “I love it.”

“And I love you,” his blue eyes soften at my words, though I have no intention of stopping now.

He had his meal already, it is my turn now.

Sitting up quickly so he’d be caught off guard, I push him to the side so I’m the one on top now. With a smug smile, I start to pull his boxers down. The sight of his muscled body is enough to make the spot between my legs to ache all over again.

Damon watches me with an amused smile, eyes bright with mischief. “What’s gotten you so feisty now?” his voice is teasing when he speaks.

“It’s not fair if only you get to have some dessert, is it?” I purr as I move lower on him, biting down on my lower lips when I look up.

“No, I suppose it isn’t…” his voice drifts off, chest heaving as he watches me take his cock in my hands.

It’s already rock-hard and he hisses when I pump him up and down slowly. Like he did, I don’t break eye contact when I take him in my mouth. Damon groans loudly as I take all his length in my mouth, the head of his cock grazing the back of my throat, making me choke a bit when it pulses under my touch.

“Fuck,” he curses like I did when I pull back out, catching my breath for a moment and smiling at him before I take him back in my mouth, licking and sucking his cock over and over again.

A dark shadow covers his eyes. There’s an almost savage urge on his touch as he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my face and wrapping it around his hand. I try to go down on him again, but he tugs my hair, holding my head in place.

“Open wide,” his voice comes out in a raspy command, and I obey. I love pleasing him, but it’s impossible to deny him when he takes charge.

Holding my head tight, Damon starts thrusting in my mouth, making me gasp each time he reaches my throat. After a few more thrusts, he curses again, groaning when I close my mouth on the tip of his cock, which throbs in my hand as I pump him up and down as he spills in my mouth.

It’s salty, thick, and delicious.

I swallow every drop of cum he releases, licking his cock clean before I move back up, hovering over him with a satisfied smile on my face.

“I don’t think you’ll ever cook anything that tastes as good as you either,” I can’t help but laugh as he narrows his eyes at me, his cheeks still lightly flushed with pleasure.

“Is this some sort of challenge, Princess?”

“It’s a compliment.”

He glares at me, and when I let my guard down laughing at his expression, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, rolling me to my side so we’re face to face.

I’m tired enough that I could most certainly sleep peacefully now, but when he kisses me again, with his teeth tugging at my bottom lip, I let out a moan that makes it clear the night has only just begun.