Capturing her chin in his hand he urged her face upwards, lowering his lips to meet hers. Her lips parted, inviting him in and she sighed against his mouth as their tongues touched. As their tongues duelled, another jolt of pleasure and anticipation rushed through her and she gyrated against his hard chest and stomach, the wetness between her legs increasing.
His hand on her breast lowered, slowly sliding down her stomach to slip under her panties and to cup her wet mound.
"Oh Damon," she moaned, tearing her lips from his as she bucked against his hand, silently praying his fingers would part her wet folds and thrust deep within her.
"What honey? Tell me," he demanded.
Her body trembled against him. "I want you."
"How?"
She smiled and moaned as he slipped a finger between her folds, found her swollen clit and began to stroke her. She bucked against his hand and moaned a little louder. "I... I don't care. Any way!"
"Nope baby. You're going to have to tell me." His eyes gleamed with his desire and her pussy throbbed for him in response. No man had ever looked at her with such intense need and lust. Even when they were young and horny he hadn't looked at her so intensely.
She groaned inwardly. Damn him for being so cruel. Sex talk was hardly her strong suit. "You're being cruel," she protested.
He brushed his lips across hers and pulled back, pulled his hand from her mound and stepped back. She nearly went toppling backwards off of the bed because of the loss of his strong frame behind her.
"Damon!" She turned around so she was facing him and judging from the expression on his face, he wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily.
"So?" A sexy grin touched his lips and he cocked a brow up at her. "What do you want Kat."
She licked her lips as her eyes lowered to the front of his pants. His shaft was fully erect pressing against the cotton trousers. Damn him.
"You don't have to be shy with me. You know that."
She froze for a moment, unsure how to proceed. This was foreign to her. Seeing the look of determination in his eyes she knew he wasn't about to budge on what he wanted. No wonder he does so well in business, she mused.
"Alright." She leaned back onto the bed, bracing her elbows behind her, thrusting her breasts forward, spread her legs and pulled her knees up so he could get a good view of her soaked panties. "Come here."
His grin widened as he did as told.
"On your knees."
Damon dropped to his knees, so his upper torso was situated between her legs, his mouth little more than a foot from the apex between her legs.
"You forgot my garter earlier," She chided.
He gave his head a little shake, clucking his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. "Indeed I did."
"Remove it."
Grabbing the garter he was about to jerk it down when she stopped him.
"No."
"Huh."
"Not like that."
Damon frowned. "Then how?"
"With your teeth." She was beginning to get into this. She felt oddly powerful; the feeling of control was exhilarating, fuelling her desire.
His frown evaporated and the hint of a grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he leaned over her and his lips brushed across her lower stomach, just above her panties before lowered to her left thigh. He caught the white frilly lace between his teeth and jerked it downwards. She wasn't sure if it was more arousing or amusing as he pulled and tugged - hands free - attempting to remove the garter. Once the garter reached her ankle, he straightened and pulled it all the way off, tossing it to the floor.
"Alright. Now remove my shoes."
Her shoes were removed quickly and as he reached to unhook the top of her nylons from her garter, Katrina stopped him. "Did I tell you to do that?"
Damon chuckled. "No, Mrs. Garratt."
"Oh, I like how you say that." Mrs. Garratt, God she loved being called that. She'd imagined being called Mrs Garratt countless times when they were young. She'd even scribbled it on her notebook, as young girls do, just to see how it would look. Katrina Garratt. Yes, she liked it. It fit. They fit.
He stood and leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers. The smell of his aftershave drifted to her nose, enticing her to move closer. "Mrs. Garratt," he whispered against her ear. She shivered and let her head fall back, her golden hair cascading down her back and puddling on the blanket.
His lips kissed their way along her jaw to her neck. She moaned softly as his lips moved down her neck, sending wave upon wave of anticipation through her. She spread her legs further apart, attempting to relieve some of the tension.
"I don't think I said you could do that," she murmured as his lips worked their way across her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts.
"Nope. You didn't. I'm winging it." His mouth swept over her left breast and then her right, capturing the tight bud between his teeth. A jolt of pleasure raced through her and she cried out, the throbbing between her pussy increasing.
"Damon. Please. Oh my God, I need you."
"Uh-huh," he murmured as he swirled his tongue around her second nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. The coil of desire tightened within her, his teasing was both wonderful and frustrating.
"I need more. Please."
"I see." He released her nipple and began to string kisses down her torso and to his stomach.
"Oh yes. Yes, lower. Please lower."
Once he reached the top of her panties, he stopped and began to kiss the exposed flesh of her inner thigh, as he unclasped the top of her nylons from the garter. Once undone he slowly rolled the stocking down her leg as he kissed her ivory skin as it became exposed.
Once the first stocking was off, he began with the second. Katrina watched in anticipation and sexual frustration as he repeated the process with her second leg.
"Please, please, please!"
His fingers swiftly undid her garter and pulled it down and over her hips, leaving her only in her lacy panties. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties he took his time to pull them down her legs and toss them to the floor with the growing pile of clothing.
Katrina fisted the blanket under her as she waited, while tempted to beg him to hurry, but knowing he'd only tease her longer if she did. He seemed to be cruel like that. Once she was completely naked, spread wide for him, his eyes caught hers.
"Now tell me," she could hear the tension in his voice. He wanted to plunge his cock deep within her as much as she wanted him to, but his willpower was much better than hers it appeared.