The heat in her cheeks deepened. "I was just remembering that old black Mustang you had back then."
Damon threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah that car was so old and beat up it was a damned miracle it worked."
"And remembering what happened in that car..." She was surprised at how vividly she remembered that night. The memories had faded over the years, but Damon being so close brought those memories in eerie detail. "I was so nervous."
His fingers tightened in hers and he closed the short distance between their bodies. "Want to hear a confession?"
Katrina looked up at him, an eyebrow cocked. "Confession?"
"Yeah. I know you thought that I'd had sex before. But I hadn't."
Frowning, Katrina turned to face him, her hip leaning against the railing. "But what about Amber Heiss? I thought..."
Damon shook his head. "No, we never did. People assumed and neither one of us corrected them."
She touched the lapel of his suit jacket, stroking it with her fingertips. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Damon shrugged. "Cause I was the man. I was supposed to be the experienced one."
"We were only sixteen. It wouldn't have mattered..." He'd seemed so sure and secure when they'd been together. The first time had hurt more than she'd anticipated, but she'd later discovered that part of the pain would have been because he'd been much bigger than most men - something she hadn't realized at the tender age of sixteen. But he'd been so gentle. He'd taken his time even though it was painfully evident it was killing him not to take what he'd wanted.
She pressed her palms against his chest; her fingers tracing the contours of muscle under the soft cotton shirt, the muscle flinched under her fingertips. Her eyes lowered and followed the trail of her fingertips. While they were teenagers Damon had been well-built, but she could tell he'd really filled out; his body strong and toned. She was aching to see what the new and improved Damon looked like without his clothing.
Damon slipped a hand into her hair, and raked his fingers through her locks from her scalp to the tip. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, loving the delicious pull of the strands.
"What are you thinking?"
His voice was deep and soft, cutting into her thoughts. She looked up and discovered his lips were a couple of inches from hers. She inhaled deeply and his cologne filled her nostrils. Her need for him was quickly increasing. Normally she wasn't the type of woman who craved a man upon first meeting them. She needed to make an emotional connection, before her body would react in such a way, but this was Damon. Her Damon.
The Damon that at one time had promised you forever and then left you, breaking your heart, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. She ignored the voice as his lips lowered to hers. Slipping her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself against him.
The feel of his warm, rock solid body next to hers felt good - too good. She parted her lips in a soft sigh and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues touched, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her, causing her to rub against him, her stomach rubbing against the hardening ridge of his shaft.
He shifted his position, pressing her against the railing. The cool wood of the railing pressed into her shoulder blades and lower back, in contrast to the heat of his body. Damon's hands slid down to her ass and he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her tighter to him.
Her tongue duelled with his, fuelling the fire between her legs. Her panties began to dampen as her desire rose, causing her to wiggle against him, attempting to relieve the building pressure.
Keeping his lips to hers, he groaned and then lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and she held tight to him as he turned with her in his arms and carried her over to the car. The skirt of her dress slid up her hips and bunched around her waist. As he set her down onto the hood of the car, the cool metal of the red hood shocked her as it came in contact with her bare thighs and lace covered ass. She squealed, pulling her lips from his and giggling.
Damon pulled back, his dark eyes flaring with hunger.
"The car. It's kinda... Cool."
Damon's gaze lowered and his jaw clenched as he peered upon her black lace panties fully visible to him - an erotic contrast to the candy apple red hood of the car. To her dismay he straightened up and took a step back.
She was about to reach for him, to bring him back down to her. Her body was longing to feel his again and the coolness was irrelevant. Her pussy throbbed, her juices saturating the lace between her legs. Her eyes lowered to the front of his pants and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon his massive erection. He shrugged off his suit jacket and then reached around her.
"Lift up."
Placing her hands to her sides, she pushed her rear up and he slid his jacket under her bottom. "Are you sure, I'm ummmm...." She chewed at her lower lip. She could only imagine how expensive the jacket was, considering how turned on she was she knew her juices would end up dripping onto it.
He cocked a brow up at her and a grin began to emerge on his lips. He leaned back down, spread her legs and lowered himself over her. He braced a hand on either side of head and caught her eyes. "You're what Kat?" He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound over her panties. "Wet for me?"
She nodded. "Very. And your jacket..."
"Will be fine." He captured her lips with his, as he fingered the lace at the waistband of her panties. His hand slipped lower, under the lace to cup her bare mound. She moaned and bucked against his hand. Her need for a man was becoming more than she'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was because she'd gone so long without being with a man, but she doubted it. She knew it was because it was him. She'd spent so many years re-enacting their previous times together and dreaming of being with him again that her whole body quivered with anticipation.
She closed her eyes and relaxed under him. Sliding her hands down his chest, her fingers found his belt. She quickly undid the belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him. He groaned against her mouth as she thrust her hand under his boxer briefs to grasp his hardened shaft.
"Maybe we should slow this down," He murmured against her lips, as he slipped two fingers between her soft moist folds.
She moaned, a jolt of pleasure flowing through her. "Oh God. Oh Damon." She began to stroke him, swiping off a pearl of cum from the tip of his dick with her thumb. "I've dreamed of you so many times."
"Me too Kat," he groaned, his voice strained as he pulled his lips from hers and began to run a line of kisses down the side of her neck. He stroked her slit a couple of times and then focused on her clit, using his thumb to stroke her swollen nub while he thrust two fingers deep within her making her cry out at the sweet intrusion.