Anastasia's POV
Damiens tongue swirls around around my belly button, his hands busy stroking my inner thighs. He looks up at me, as in confirming I am alright. He knows my experience with s*x has not been the greatest, as Abraxas always was drunk and too rough, leaving marks everywhere when he was done. I smile at my man, swooning inside at this small sweet gesture.
His right hand slides up my thigh, and starts rubbing my pleasure bud. He moves his head down, his tongue slips through my outer lips, and to my entrance. Then he takes in a deep breath, groaning and I yelp when his tongue penetrates me. His hand rubbing, nipping and massaging the right spot relentlessly.
"Mmmh, baby. Oh, this is so… Oh, ah. Mmh." My moans fill the room, as Damien works me down. He moves his hands
