Re: Damon + Samandriel
From that point, it was all about sound and feeling and moving, hips, mouths, teeth, and the entire system being consumed by sweat, and pleasure. He wanted everything. His teeth sank into the soft skin of Samandriel's shoulder, leaving marks, sucking at in almost naturally. They were getting louder with each thrust, each nail in his back, each touch, but there were no breaks. They had passed that point long ago.
His hand traveled down between them, gripping the angel's cock, stroking it with each of his thrusts. It hadn't always been important that the partner got off with him. He had been with quite a few, drunk most of the time, and he hadn't cared at all, but this one, his angel - this was different. He was going to be the one to do it too, and he was moving harder and faster.