Damien sat on the plush sofa, legs spread. I stood before him, barely able to keep my legs together.
“Here,” he repeated, gesturing to his lap.
I stepped forward and he tugged my hips closer. “Get on top, Emily.”
I did, sliding onto his lap as I spread my legs across him.
“I want you to sit on it, ride me,” he ordered.
I lowered my hips into him, guiding myself until his length filled me. “Oh…” I gasped.
Damien wrapped his hands around my waist. “Faster.”
I bounced once, then twice, then set a rhythm. “Like this?”
“Yes.” His voice was strained. “Faster.”
I met his gaze, moving faster as my breasts bounced against my chest. “Oh god, yes Damien!”
I rocked, my hips slapping softly against him, each thrust sending shockwaves through us.
Damien groaned. “You’re perfect.”
I leaned fo
