She was on top of him, bra hook undone, and she knew that with any sudden movement, her tits would be spilling out.
His thumbs were in her pants as she leaned down, ass up, and planted kisses on his chest and down his abdomen.
"Fuck Amara," he groaned, "how the fuck do you do that?" His hands hitched her upward so she was directly on his boxer-covered erection,
But then she stopped what she was doing, and instead, she crossed her arms on his chest. He looked down, wondering why she changed her mind, with a slight frown on his face.
"I'm worried about Gia," Amara offered without being asked.
Damon groaned this time in frustration, "I thought we were over this? You can't keep worrying about her like she's a child," he said, sitting up, "why don't we have our moment?"
She glared at him, and with the way her nostrils flared, he knew he had annoyed her, so before she could climb down from the bed, he leaned, grabbing her elbows. "All right, princess, I'm sorry."
She turned her face t
