His hands pulled up the skirt of her dress as he knelt in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Julia asked, her breath catching in her throat as she felt Damien's lips fluttering kisses onto her leg just above her knee.
"Didn't you read the end of Little Red Riding Hood?" Damien asked. He pushed the fabric up over her hips, exposing her panties. His tongue darted out, licking the edge of the silk triangle, and Julia's mouth went dry with lust. She leaned her head back against the tree Damien had been sitting under.
Damien grinned. "She gets eaten by the wolf."
Julia opened her mouth to say something, but what it was she couldn't remember. Damien's mouth pressed firmly over her panties, breathing hot against her most sensitive area, and every thought that had been in her mind disappeared into the all-consuming heat of sensation. The slow hot breaths tickled her, and as he began to lick her through the thin fabric, she could not help but moan. Twisting her head, she felt the rough bard against her cheek.
"Oh— " Julia said. "Oh my—"
"Mmm?" Damien said, nuzzling the crease of fabric with his nose.
"What a long tongue you have," she said, giggling despite herself.
"The better to taste you with," he said, and in one swift motion he had torn down her panties and lowered his mouth onto her.
Julia felt it all at once: the hot tongue sliding forward into her, the fingers pressing against her slit, the lips sucking at the center of her pleasure insistently, and the explosion that rent its way through her body sent jagged thrills out along every single nerve. She orgasmed immediately, surprising even herself as the shocks of pleasure shot through her body. Gripping his head with one hand, she convulsed forward, pulsing her h*ps onto his mouth and groaning in pleasure. She would have fallen over if his hands had not been holding her up at the waist.
"Oh my God," she whispered, once she had recovered partially from the orgasm. Damien was still licking her softly.
"I knew it," Damien said.
"Knew—knew what?" Julia asked, trying desperately to catch her breath. She tugged on her panties with one hand.
"You have a wild heart," Damien said, pulling her down on top of him. She gasped in delight as he pulled his arm around her waist, cinching her close and rolling their bodies both back onto the forest floor. "Seducing me with your charms..."
"Me?" Julia said, gasping for air and laughing at the same time. Pine needles stuck in Damien's hair and she plucked them out with her fingers, smiling broadly.
"Yes, you. You with your radiant mind and your amazing body. Who wouldn't want to taste you?" Damien smiled and lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh, sending tingles up her leg.
"I've—I've never..." she said. Despite the ecstasy of the last few moments, she was still completely in a state of passion, ready to do whatever Damien wanted her to do. Her leg was pressed against Damien's thigh, and if what she felt there was any indication, he was ready as well.
"Did you want to go back to grandmother's house?" Damien said, a mischievous smile on his face. Julia shook her head. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go anywhere."
Julia squealed as Damien pulled her up against his chest and bunched up the skirt of her dress, completely exposing her backside. At first he simply ran his fingers back and forth over her slit. Her underwear was completely soaked, and the friction of his fingers through the fabric was driving her crazy.
"I know you want me," he said, pulling the fabric tight as he stroked her. She moaned, rocking back against his hand. "I can feel every bit of your want."
"Please," she said. She wriggled in his grasp, hoping for more contact. Before she could speak Damien's other hand was stroking her slit. His fingers slid inside her easily under her panties, the heat of his hand driving her wild. Then he pulled back.
"No!" Julia said, the word coming out of her mouth before she could even think about it. "Don't stop." Turning her head, she could just see his eyes twinkling with pleasure.
"You're sure?" he asked.
"Please," she cried, her words a gasp in the cool morning air.
Damien caressed her ass, his palm smooth over her skin. She moaned in anticipation as his fingers traced the outside of her, and then he squeezed her, hard. She cried out, bucking against him, and he traced the outline of his hand where her skin was just beginning to flush.
His fingers slipped into her and her heart began to race, the electric thrills of sensation running along her spine. She rocked forward, gasping as Damien thrust his fingers roughly into her. She could feel his erection pressing against her side through his pants, and she leaned close to rub against him. He breathed hard but did not stop, letting her stroke him through the fabric as he continued.
Again, again he slid his fingers across her at the core of her body, penetrating her just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Her heart was beating in her ears and she felt completely out of control. Her body was rebelling against her head, telling her that this was all she needed. She was there, almost there, on the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of her moans echoed in the woods, and her breathing was ragged against the air. Then he stopped, and she groaned in unfinished agony.
"Beg for it."
She turned her head but he pulled her hair back by the ponytail, exposing her neck. He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her ear. She shook with desire.
"I want you to beg for it," he said.
Julia had never felt so turned on, so dominated. She clung to his arms even as he pulled her hair back farther, the thrilling pain coupling with her intense, unsatisfied lust. Whenever his movements got close to satisfying her, he would pull away slightly. She realized that he was reading her, tantalizing her until she almost had reached the edge.
"Please," she whispered.
"Are you mine?" he asked.
"Yes!" Julia cried out. "Oh, yes!"
Damien released her hair, and she felt his hand circling her ass. "How do you want me to take you?" he said
"Take me hard, please, please," Julia said. She was hoarse with desire, her want overtaking any sense she ever had. "I need you. I need you now. Inside of me. Please—"
Without warning, Damien rolled over and threw her to the ground. Julia caught herself on the pine needles, but Damien was already pulling her up roughly by her hips. He caressed her ass slowly, softly. Julia whimpered.
Julia felt an animal lust course through her. On her hands and knees, dripping wet between her thighs like a wolf in heat, she had the irrational desire to turn her head up and howl. Nobody had ever made her feel so wild, so careless.
It was the way he held her, possessing her exactly how he wanted, doing whatever he wanted to her. That was the difference. Damien had complete control over her, and she found that she didn't mind one bit. She had always been intimidated by men, but with Damien his desire was so honest that she did not feel self-conscious in the slightest bit. She could tell he wanted her so utterly and completely, not caring what she might think of his desire, and it made her want him even more.
Damien was positioned behind her, pulling her thighs apart with his big strong hands. Julia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her slit from behind, probing her. His lips sucked her skin, already slick with her sweat and juices, and she twitched, her body grinding itself backwards to meet him.
"What was that you wanted, again?" he asked, his breath held just above her wet slit. Julia gasped to inhale. She could hear Damien's zipper coming undone and it nearly undid her. Then his erection was pressed between her thighs, swollen and hot against her skin, and she groaned.
"Please take me," she said. "Take me. Oh please, please—"
One sharp thrust, and Julia felt herself filled with his huge member. Her body tried to clench down but he was too big, he filled her entirely. The thrust came through her, and suddenly she was there with him in a whirlwind of ecstasy. She could feel his own emotion, the hot friction of her body on his, the rising ache that built and built and swept them both up in it. She could feel, too, the connection that pulled them together. It was as real as if there had been a chain around both of their hearts. Locked together, feeling the same emotion, they became part of each other.
Mate. She finally understood the word. He was the one who fit into her. The one who completed her, body and mind.
Fingers slid through her hair, massaging her scalp, then pulled her head back. Her body was lifted from the ground, her neck exposed, and her heart was beating in her ears. Damien clutched her hip with his free hand and she clenched, released, and felt him push even farther into her.
"Oh yes, yes..." she moaned, feeling him shift himself between her thighs.
One large hand moved and gripped her throat. She felt her breath being pressed from her body as he worked his c*ck deeper into her. She was being held up by the throat and the feeling was so strange, so novel that her mind tumbled over itself, each new sensation thrilling her more than the last. He had her life in his hands and she trusted him, oh, she trusted him, even though he made her ache with lust. There was nothing she wanted more than to do what he wanted her to do. And she knew that he could feel every tingle, every gasp of hers as surely as if it were his, and he plucked her strings with expert passion.
Damien forced himself deeper in, his c*ck throbbing through its whole shaft. She could feel the heat of it slick between her thighs. He paused just as their skin pressed together, the length of him pulsing inside of her. Julia's body shivered and clenched, her head tossed back.
"My mate," Damien said. She had her head forward but even without seeing him she could tell that he was smiling. His hand loosened around her throat and she gulped.
"Yours," she said, her fingers dug deep into the pine needles. "I am yours. Be mine now."
He bent over her resisting body, bent it forward until her muscles could not hold her up any more and she buckled, her elbows askew on the ground. Farther still, until his weight was pushing against her and she thought she could not hold them both up. Then he withdrew, thrusting inward again quickly. Again he withdrew, and again he thrust, and the nerves between her legs burned with the slick tension.
Faster now, faster and harder. Damien was rocking himself back and forward, using her h*ps as a leverage point. Julia could feel her ass being bruised by his h*ps slamming into her, yet she echoed his motions all too eagerly. She was hungry for him, her appetite insatiable. The agonizing lust within her body grew as his c*ck thrust in and out of her, and soon she was braced against the forest floor, pushing herself back onto him with equal force.
The angle he was positioned in was perfect: she could feel herself coming closer and closer to her cli**x with every pounding sound. Their bodies came together brutally, attracted to each other with feelings so raw that they could not be anything but sincere. The reality of their desire burned through Julia as she felt Damien's hand clench over her hip and she knew he was close to orgasm as well.
His hand slipped down, over her breast, and Julia drew a sharp breath as his fingers pinched down on her nipple, twisting it hard. Every limb of her body was on fire with lust, and his touch set off her orgasm in a fierce shudder.