I hear the door close. Quick steps through the hall and the sound of keys dropping on the dresser.
-Hello, darling -Damon says, as he undoes his tie and puts down his briefcase.
-Hi baby, I've been waiting for you all day.
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, with my legs crossed. Dressed only in a big t-shirt of his and my panties. He takes a few steps forward to stand in front of me.
-It's been a long day at work... all I could think about was you. -he says, as he caresses my cheek with his hand.
He gently lifts my legs, spreads them apart and stands in between them, leaving his torso just a few inches away from mine. He looks down, strokes my thigh and gently pulls it closer to his. As I look him in his eyes, those deep, dark green eyes, he lifts them from my waist and meets my gaze. I quickly look away as the redness in my cheeks spreads.
-No, baby, I like it when you look at me. -Damon replies, lifting my chin, forcing me to stare at his face again.
At that instant, he bends down and pushes his lips against mine. His kiss meets my mouth in such a gentle manner, but still inexplicably makes my insides tingle.
-How was work? -I ask.
-Nothing special. I just couldn't wait to get home... to see you. -he kisses me again, and all of a sudden he's cupping my breast with one of his hands while holding my waist with the other one. I put my arms around his back and the tips of my fingers slip just a little down his trousers.
As the kiss endures, he grabs me by my thighs and ass and lifts my entire weight. My arms switch to his neck, and as I put my fingers between his hair, I feel Damon's smile grow against my lips. He turns around and sits on the edge of the bed, with me on his lap, hugging his torso with my legs. Damon moves his soft lips from my mouth to my cheek and onto my neck. As he pulls me tighter, with his arms around my torso, gripping my skin, my breath gets heavier.
-You're hungry for me, aren't you? -he says in his deep voice, practically whispering.
-Yes, baby, I am. -I struggle to get the words out.
-Have you been a good girl?
-Yes, I haven't touched myself today.
-Hmm -he moans- it makes me so happy to hear that, princess.
He lifts my shirt, so delicately that it makes the hairs on my skin stand up, and throws it on the floor. As I slowly grind against him, my breasts brush his shirt, hardening my nipples. Damon is still fully dressed, but I can feel his bulge growing against my panties. In the midst of a kiss, he looks down.
-Oh, look, baby. You've gotten all wet... and my trousers aren't even off. We'll have to do something about that, won't we? -he says, as he meets my nervous eyes and licks his middle finger.
He places his hand on my breast, and traces it down to my bellybutton and into my panties. He moves it up and down my slit, causing me to moan softly as he smiles in satisfaction. In a repeated motion, he alternates between stroking my clit and sliding a finger in and out of me. As I pant, I unbutton his shirt one by one and slide him out of it, until it's finally off. I caress his arms and slightly scratch his chest with my nails.
-Well, darling, you've made me hard now.
Damon lifts me again, turns around and throws me on the bed, my bare back on the mattress. He sits, on his knees, on the floor by the edge of the bed.