He received the flitting, frantic thought of taking her from behind, gripping into her throat and Damien tried to blush in their kiss. When those smooth legs came to wrap around him, he shifted them higher and pressed his weight into Rachel, pressing her back into the mattress until he lay on top of her, his hardness between them again. He put one arm out to brace himself and kept his other hand on her throat as he kissed her furiously, nipping at her lips greedily.
With his weight on her again, he could feel the supple flesh of her lips through the black panties at her hips, the narrow strip of hair poking through the lace to tickle his navel. He gasped at her warmth - would he ever be used to how warm she was? - and allowed his hips to roll down into hers. Those slender legs wrapped around the outside of his hips again, exposing more of her sex to his. But those panties were still in the way.
Damien smiled down at her and released her throat, sliding his hand and his lips down her sternum, over the fabric which was now barely hiding her pink nipples as gravity took control of her soft breasts. He couldn't resist giving them licks and soft pulls as he passed, pushing the fabric aside to expose them fully, finally. Kisses to her ribs, her belly, her navel, lower and lower. Damien smiled as she wriggled under his mouth, her skin dewy with the beginnings of sweat and alive with a fire he adored. Tucking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, Damien hesitated, lingering with his tongue on the dips of her pelvis before moving to slide the lacy garment off of her slender legs. She lifted herself to help him, placing her cunt closer to his lips in her efforts. Once free, she folded her leg over her sex, closing herself off from him. He trailed his wet lips from her knee, up her thigh, looking up on the bed to indulge in her reactions as he got closer and closer to dipping his tongue in her.