"Ahh shit," he grumbled, grabbing a rag and wiping up his mess. Her giggling got his attention and he looked up, met her gaze and gave her a lopsided smile. "I should know by now that's going to happen."
Katrina's smile widened. "Live and learn baby."
His smile widened as he poured them both a glass of champagne and then made his way over to her. "Come on," he nodded towards a large cream coloured shag rug in front of the fireplace. "Grab a couple of pillows and let's relax. Then we can talk."
She let out a loud sigh of relief. He was going to tell her whatever else he had on his mind. This was good, very good. Grabbing a couple of silk throw pillows from the sofa she'd been perched upon she walked over to the rug that he was already stretched out on and sat down. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander down the length of his body to his groin. His cock was at half-mast as it wasn't sure if action was going to take place or not, but wanted to be prepared - just in case.
"My eyes are up here missy."
Katrina groaned, rolling her eyes at him. "Just returning the favour, for all that ogling you were doing earlier."
"I don't ogle," he defended.
"No, I suppose not. It was more like leering really."
He groaned. "I don't leer."
Smiling she stretched out on her side, facing him, hugging the pillow and setting her chin upon it.
"Here." Damon passed her a glass. She took a tentative sip. The sweet liquid was just what she needed and took a deeper drink.
She watched Damon drink close to half of the glass in one swallow. She was no doctor, but she really didn't think he should be drinking especially since he was starting chemo treatments the following week, but she didn't say something. He was a big boy, it was his decision, but it still made her uneasy. She fought to keep a frown from showing in her expression. She imagined he needed it now anyhow, he was going through a lot, so who was she to tell him what to do or nag if she didn't agree.
"As I said, there's more," he began.
Katrina nodded, placing her glass on the end table next to them and then settling back down beside him. He placed his glass beside her and mimicked her position on his side facing her.
"You know I have no family."
Katrina frowned and nodded. It had been such a sad situation for him growing up. Most of the foster homes he'd lived in only had him there for the extra money from the government. The only decent family he'd been placed in was the one where she'd had talked him into taking the dogs, and well, that didn't last long - because of her. When he was eighteen he began living on his own, working at the local gas station pumping gas in the evenings after school and on weekends for a few months before heading off to California.
He swallowed hard, making her even more curious as to what he was about to get at. It was unlike him to have such a hard time broaching a topic. He took a deep breath in and released it slowly.
"Well, after we had our talk by the fountain. You know, when you mentioned you were disappointed over how things have developed for you; that you'd wished that you had children and a husband by now..."
Katrina's body froze. It was beginning to sink in what he was getting at, even though he hadn't said the words yet.
"I don't want what I've worked so hard for to be for nothing Katrina."
God dammit! The tears began to fill in her eyes again. She wished she could control her emotions, at least until he got through what he wanted to say, but it was impossible. He was throwing so much at her, so fast. It was hard. He was preparing for the worst and she didn't want to think about the worst, not with Damon, not so soon after reconnecting.
He sighed. "I'm just going to say it. It isn't romantic like I'd envisioned, but..." He thrust an agitated hand through his hair. "I'd like you to consider marrying me and us having a child."
Her mouth dropped, her eyes widening in surprise. He was serious. He was really, really serious. She'd thought he was hinting towards it, or something of the sort, but to have him actually say it out load, made it real.
"I... Ummm."
He gave his head a shake and forced a smile onto his lips. "It was a crazy idea. I'm sorry I brought it up."
Marrying Damon? Having his baby? She'd thought about it when they were younger and over the years there were many times that she'd wondered 'what if.' Was it that crazy of an idea? She didn't know. The look of disappointment in his eyes tore at her.
"Aren't you scared that I'll take you to the cleaners? And what if it turns out okay, which I'm sure it will. Then you're stuck with a wife and a child in your life."
His eyes brightened and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He grazed his knuckles across her cheeks and he leaned down and ghosted his lips across hers. "You wouldn't. And I couldn't think of anything better than being stuck with you and our baby in my life."
She smiled and leaned into him, grazing her lips along the length of his neck. He groaned softly and her smile widened. A lifetime with Damon. It was crazy and it was so fast that it had her head spinning with emotions.
He pulled back from her, to look into her eyes. "I know this is quick and insane, but I may not have the luxury of time Kat. That's the reality of the situation even though I hate to think of it. I love you Kat, I always have. If you marry me and if we have a child, you have no idea what it would mean to me. My life would be complete."
As she looked into his dark eyes; the eyes of the only man she'd ever loved, she knew in her heart there was only one answer she could give.
"Yes," the words were uttered without any more thought, and it wasn't until his eyes lit up and a large smile emerged on his lips that she knew that she'd given him an answer. Her tears began to flow again, partly from the happiness of being with him again, of getting the thing she'd dreamed of over the years; a husband, a home, a baby. It was like a dream, but so bittersweet. She shook her head, as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
Damon stretched up and grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the end table. He gently wiped at her tears. "Hey, why are you crying?"
She sniffed and took the tissues from him. "Because, I'm happy and sad and... Oh God... It's so much. To lose you in a year, after finding you again..."
He pressed a finger to her lips. "It's not over yet honey. It's not. I'm going to fight this. I promise you. In the meantime, let's just enjoy our time together, whether it be a month, a year, or a lifetime. I promise work will never come before you again. Never."
Katrina threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pushing him onto his back, with her straddling him. "Yes Damon. Yes, yes, yes!" She exclaimed running a trail of kisses up the side of his neck and then across his square jaw.
Laughing softly, Damon slid a hand to the back of her head, urging her lips to his, kissing her passionately. She gave in to him, moaning and running her hands over his shoulders. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue in as his cock began to rapidly expand between her legs and press against her stomach.
As their tongues danced, her entire body lit up with her desire for him. Her waiting and wanting him in combination to the mixture of intense emotions rushing through her was becoming overwhelming and she needed release from it all, and she knew the release came with the feel of his inside of her.
She pulled her lips from his, panting hard and pressed her forehead to his. They looked into each other's eyes, their breathing synchronizing. "If you make me wait another moment to make love to me I might just go insane Damon," she threatened, only partly joking.
In one, fast and fluid motion he flipped her over to her back and settled himself between her legs. She sighed. The feel of his body covering hers was divine and unlike earlier where the hard, cold tile pained her back, the soft fur of the rug was as comfortable as any bed.
Damon kissed her briefly and pulled up, a hand at either side of her head. The light from the fireplace danced off of the side of his face. She couldn't think of a more intimate and incredible atmosphere to make love to him for the first
time - again.
"I love you, Katrina Alexander," he whispered, the conviction in his eyes even more convincing than his words.
Reaching up, Katrina touched the side of his face and smiled. "I never stopped loving you, Damon Garratt." She pulled his mouth back down to hers and closed her eyes as their lips touched. She breathed in deeply, basking in his feel, smell, and as their tongues united, his taste - champagne and spearmint.
He lowered himself onto her, as he reached between their bodies. His hand cupped her mound and she moaned against his mouth, while bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger between her wet folds and stroked her swollen nub. She cried out against his lips, her body moving under him. Her pussy clenched with need and her grip on his shoulders tightened, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle.
His finger moved from her clit and thrust into her core. She bucked a little harder, her body beginning to become a coil of tension. He added a second finger and began to stroke her clit with his thumb as his fingers fucked her. Her juices greeted his probing fingers and began to run down her ass. While his fingers stroked her inner wall in just the right place to make her body sing, his thumb continued its delicious torture of her clit.
Damon's lips left hers and began to work their way down the side of her neck, nipping lightly and flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue. She was coming close, so close. She whimpered and moaned as she came closer and closer, her body becoming more and more tense. She was going to come, moments away. Sensing her impending orgasm, Damon lifted his head to look into her eyes.
"Come for me Kat. Come for me and you can have my cock," he murmured in her ear before pulling back to look into her eyes.
As she looked into his eyes, she came to the point of no return. The coil within her broke and she cried out as a wave of pleasure rushed over her and she was swept away in a tidal wave of satisfaction and relief.
Just when she thought the pleasure was over, he began to slowly push into her. Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he sank deeper and deeper within her. She attempted to force him in faster, deeper, but he was in control and he was intent on savouring the feel of her wet, trembling pussy embracing his rock hard shaft.
"Damon. Oh God, Damon. Please, more." She gyrated under him, bucking against him, attempting to feel more of him as his cock spread her wider, filling her so deliciously full that it brought tears to her eyes. She clung tighter to him, pulling him down to her and burying her face against his neck.
"Damn Kat. My God, you have no idea how good you feel," he groaned, pushing himself in deeper, until three-quarters of his massive rod was penetrating her.
"Mmmm. I have a pretty good idea," she murmured, nipping at his shoulder and then working her way up his neck. He thrust hard and buried himself fully into her, balls deep. She cried out, her whole body tightening around him. Her breasts crushed against his massive chest as she pulled him deeper and holding tighter, needing to be as close to him as possible, not even wanting a fraction of an inch separating their bodies.
He remained embedded within her for a long moment, stretching her to her limits and relishing the feel of their bodies united. Just having him within her was driving her near insanity, even more than his excruciatingly slow initial thrust.
"If you don't start moving in me, I'm going to go mad," she groaned. Her body was humming, it was on the verge, but his non-movement had her suspended in a feeling of near pleasure and need, like she was at the finish line, but an invisible hand was holding her back, letting her see the finish, but not letting her indulge in the satisfaction of passing the line and breaking the ribbon.
Damon chuckled in return. "We can't have that." He slowly pulled out of her and shocked her by slamming into her hard and fast. The hard thrust, accompanied with his balls slapping against her pussy drove her over the edge she screamed out as she was sent spiralling over the edge of her desire once more.
"Damon! Damon! Oh-my-God, Damon!" She clawed at his back as he began to pound into her over and over, relentlessly taking pleasure in her needy pussy.
"Fuck. So good," he groaned nipping at the side of her neck, while never breaking pace. She moved, and arched under him, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, their bodies working in perfect harmony, giving and taking the pleasure they both so desperately needed.
She began to ascend the summit, yet again. Just when she thought she was going to hit the brink Damon stopped thrusting, his cock embedded deeply within her, and in one fast, fluid motion he flipped over to his back taking her with him. She yelped and giggled as she looked down at his smiling face and hungry eyes.
"Your turn. Take me over the edge sweetie," he instructed.
Sitting up on him, she placed her hands on his stomach, taking care to not put too much pressure near his incision. She began to move on him, and her smile widened as he closed his eyes and groaned low and deep in his throat. She could feel his cock thickening within her and knew he was getting close to coming for her. She began to move faster on him, moving her hips in a circular motion as she moved on him. As his moans rose in loudness and frequency, she found herself moving faster, harder, wanting to feel him unload his seed deep within her.
Did she? Was she going to have him cum in her?
She moved harder on him, taking the pleasure she needed as the head of his dick stroked her inner wall. Yes, she wanted him. Wanted it. She needed to feel his seed filling her in an attempt to make their baby.
Placing her hands on his thighs behind her, she arched her back and let her head fall backwards, her blonde hair cascading down her back. She began to move on him at a frenzied pace, her body vibrating with her need. She needed to come again, almost as much as she needed him filling her.
"Oh yeah sweetie. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" he groaned as his hands reached up and palmed her breasts. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands and her nipples hardened as his fingers worked them, pinching and rolling them into peaks.
"God yes! Fill me Damon. Fill me please."
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her breasts bounce each time she slammed down onto him, but couldn't open her eyes to look down to verify. She was coming to her breaking point as she felt him preparing to release. His balls tightened under her, he was moments away.
"If you don't want too."
She opened her eyes and fell forward. "I want it," she groaned closing her eyes and claiming his lips. As their lips touched he thrust up into her and groaned against her mouth as a fury of his cum was unleashed within her. Feeling the beat of his stream of cum slamming against her inner walls sent her over the edge and she echoed his moan against his mouth as her pussy clenched and then released, milking his cock for every ounce of his seed while unleashing a flood of her juices to greet his shaft.
She had no idea how long she was suspended in that glorious moment of pleasure, seconds, minutes. She had no idea how long it had been, but when she pulled her mouth away from his, gasping hard and collapsing on top of him, she was exhausted, spent and completely sated.
She trembled over him as she relaxed, in no rush to remove his rapidly depleting cock from her core. He felt good within her. It was where he belonged.
Chapter 11
Katrina sighed softly, as she slowly woke to the feel of her hair being stroked. A soft smile touched her lips and she debated with herself on whether she was going to wake up or not. The empty feeling in her stomach and the insane urge to pee became the deciding factor. She needed to get up, regardless of how good it felt to have Damon stroking her hair while she slept.
"Mmmmm. Didn't you get enough last night?" They'd had four rounds of love making the previous evening, taking them well into the morning. They had finally fallen to sleep under the blanket he'd draped over her shoulders earlier that evening with the fire frolicking in the background.
He didn't answer, but continued to stroke her hair, but getting a little more rough, yanking at a lock of hair with force. "Ouch! Damon!" She slowly opene
d her eyes, pulling her hair from his grip and let out an earth-shattering scream as her eyes didn't focus on Damon's, but two chocolate brown eyes of a small monkey.
The monkey leapt back and onto the back of the sofa, replicating her scream and placing its hands over its mouth.
She screamed a second time, still in shock as she scrambled to her feet clutching the blanket around her. The monkey also screamed a second time, a blood curdling high-pitched scream and began to bounce around the room, its eyes wild in terror, highlighted by its white furry face.
Struggling to lower her heart rate she took several deep breaths in and slowly released them as she watched the monkey, who was also beginning to settle down. Perched on the back of the rocking chair, its toes curled around the rails and it began to eye her with suspicion and hostility.
Once she got over her initial surprise at being woken up by a monkey stroking her hair, Katrina had to admit the little guy was pretty cute. It reminded her of that monkey they had on the television show Friends. For the life of her she couldn't remember the monkey's name, but it was definitively the same species. A giggle escaped her lips when she noticed he was wearing a diaper.
Deciding she wasn't a threat, the monkey jumped down from the rocking chair located across the room and made his way over to her. He jumped up onto the leather sofa and perched himself on the back so he was almost eye to eye with her.
"Kimmy!"
Still slightly riled up from her surprise wake-up, the appearance of a petite blonde woman bursting into the den had Katrina jumping in surprise and screaming for a third time. The monkey, who she now knew to be named, 'Kimmy' also screamed, while jumping up and down on the sofa.
"There you are." The woman rushed over to the monkey, virtually ignoring Katrina, and gathered the animal into her arms. The monkey climbed up onto the woman's shoulder and perched herself, its dark eyes still locked onto Katrina.
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