Chapter three

Rosa giggled like a tipsy teenager, it was the most fun she had had in a long time, and with a man too.  They'd gotten to know each other over cocktails and sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

And now as they sat sipping wine in his living room, his shirt three buttons down and his arms flexing seductively under his sleeves as he sipped from his glass, Rosa could not help but feel even more attracted to him.

Unlike other men she had met in the past, he was not eager to be with her, sexually that is. His eyes did not look at her with lust, they gazed upon her like one would at their favorite thing. He seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, and it made her have mixed feelings.

Was he that interested in the conversation and her company, or was he just not attracted to her enough to want to sleep with her? Or perhaps all he needed was a prompt, a little push in the direction.

Their eyes met and Rosa knew it was the perfect moment, casting him her most sultry look, Rosa watched as he melted under the gaze, his eyes scanning hers.

Rosa felt his breath fan against her skin as he leaned closer, so close she could strongly perceive his scent, sandalwood and cinnamon, with a hint of mint.

Her eyes closed just as his lips brushed against hers, taking a moment to savor the feel of his lips, Rosa finally leaped into the kiss, moaning at the softness of his lips mixed with the taste of wine.

She had imagined how soft his lips were, but the actual feeling of it beat her wildest imagination. The kiss deepened slowly, Rosa could feel his heart beat faster under her palm that grazed his chest.

Damon's lips began to seek hers with even more fervor, and Rosa gave in, awed by the immense pleasure that came from kissing this man.

His arms found their way around her body and Rosa could not help the moan that escaped her lips as he slowly caressed her body. His hands seemingly knew where to touch to turn her on.

The kiss broke, much to her chagrin, but that feeling was replaced by pure pleasure when his lips traced down her neck, peppering open wet kisses as he went.

Gliding down the length of her neck and nestling in between her breasts, not before she caught a glimpse of his face the passionate look in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly, enough for his breath to fab against her skin.

"May I?" he asked and Rosa was confused for a minute, but his eyes gestured to his fingers that were just on the verge of sliding the tiny sleeve of her dress off her shoulder.

"Yes," Rosa managed a breathless answer "Please" she added.

It was all the permission he needed as she watched him ease the dress off her body. She was left with just her panty, a lacy piece just enough to cover the little furry area between her legs.

His eyes stared at her intently, his gaze soft but intense like he was taking in every detail, taking in every part of her, every curve, every inch of her.

With her elbows tucked behind her on the couch, Rosa stared down at herself too, Suddenly conscious of her body, she made to move from her slight sitting position.

"No, please." He said almost in a whisper, she would have missed that if she had not been staring right at him when he said it.

"You are perfect." He added before he lowered his lips onto hers, not giving her a chance to counter what he just said.

She was far from perfect in her opinion, sexy enough but not perfect. She had uneven boobs, and her stomach wasn't flat, she had that little pouch-like thingy, and she happened to be one of the women that were blessed with hair.

His kiss became intense almost as if he had sensed her slipping away like he knew she was somewhere in her head, and he needed her here in the present, with him.

The kiss intensified, and soon he was kissing his way down her body, eliciting moans from her that even Rosa did not know she had in her.

With every kiss, he worshiped her body, savored every part until he was nestled between her legs, she lifted her head high enough to catch a glimpse of him as he slipped her thong to the side before he disappeared in between her sweetness.

She was amazed by how gentle he was, as if she was a porcelain doll-like she would break if he was any rougher.

It was all new to her, being handled with so much care and passion. Rosa was on cloud nine, as he slowly eased two fingers into her.

His tongue worked vigorously on her clit while his fingers curled upwards to find her G-spot. Rosa clung to a fist full of his hair as she slowly raised his tongue.

His name fell out of her lips in uncontrollable moans as his tongue and fingers did wonders to her body.

Slowly easing away from her, she watched Damon take off his shirt, slowly, like he was teasing her, giving her a strip show.

Rosa watched as the shirt came off his body and onto the floor, her eyes roaming the vastness of his chest as she took in the tattoos that painted it like art on canvas.

The metal of his belt clinked as he wriggled out of his pants, a mischievous smile painted her lips as she made to help him, but he slowly brushed her off, using a finger to gently push her right back onto the couch.

"Tonight for you, princess." It was all he said, and Rosa laid back down. Her eyes not once blinked as she took in the length of him, he looked to be about seven and a half or a good eight inches. Just enough to satisfy her.

His lips found hers as his naked body hovered over her. Rosa could feel his heartbeat underneath her palm which grazed his hairy chest. Their bodies mounded into one as he slowly eased himself into her wetness.