“Yes, it feels so good.”
“Good. Now take your other hand and caress your breast with it.” The sensation was driving me crazy. Though it was my own hands touching me, the thought of it being Damien’s hands heightened my pleasure. I could hear his breathing become heavy. Thoughts of what he could be doing flooded my mind.
“Damien? Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Tell me what you’re doing.” I wanted to have the perfect picture in my head, as if I was right there with him and he was putting on a show for me.
“I’m stroking my cock, imagining I’m inside you.” He inhaled deeply. “Catalina, I want you so bad right now.” The desire and yearning in his voice was torture. I wanted to feel him not imagine him in my head. I did enough of that on my own already. A sudden impulse came over me.
“Damien I’m coming to your house right now. I can’t take this, its torture!” I got up from my bed and started putting my clothes on.
“Catalina,” he said soothingly, “I know this is hard. But trust me when I say tomorrow we will be together and we will be able to do everything we’ve been fantasizing about. I promise sweetheart. Just one more night.” The thought calmed me and stopped my last minute decision. “Now get back in your bed so I can hear you come for me.”
We finished our late night erotic phone session with a climax. That night my dreams were over flowing with images of Damien. The emotions I felt during and after the dreams, told me I was falling for him, hard. I was ready to explore things with Damien, hoping it would evolve into something serious and long term. Our age difference scared me but how my father would react scared me the most.
Chapter Three
I parked my car in Damien’s driveway releasing a sigh of determination and anxiety. Tonight was the night we had both been waiting for and little by little my nerves were getting the best of me. I started fearing my lack of experience. I mean I was no virgin, but my experience was not even a page long. I had many fantasies, even more now with Damien in the picture, but I have never experimented as much as I would have liked to. Finding someone I wanted to experiment with and someone I could trust was very hard to come be. Now was my chance, to take a chance.
I brushed off my nerves and stepped out of my car. I rang the doorbell, quickly smoothing out my hair. Seconds later Damien’s wonderful scent was filling my nose as he opened the door.
“Hey beautiful.” He pulled me close to him and kissed me gently yet eagerly. The effect of the kiss left me breathless. Leaving me to almost inaudibly whisper, “Hi.” He put his hand in mine and led me into his house. Feeling the overwhelming desire to head straight for his bedroom consumed me, but the wonderful aroma of well-seasoned seafood ambushed me and erased that thought.
“You cooked?” I sounded more shocked than I intended to.
“Please, don’t sound so shocked,” he said sarcastically. I smiled back at him, as we entered the kitchen. “I do dabble in the kitchen from time to time. And I know you love seafood.”
“That I do.” I could see some of the food was still cooking on the stove as I looked around.
“I set up the table for us to eat outside on the balcony. I hope that’s okay.”
“Actually that’s perfect, its so beautiful out tonight.” I followed him outside.
The set up was so beautiful. The table had little candles placed in a glass vase, and yellow rose petals scattered it. Damien poured us a glass of wine, from the bottle of Mascoto he had set aside in a bucket of ice. He’d set a perfect romantic tone for the night.
“Have you been a romantic all this time and just been holding out on me?” I asked walking to the railing to admire the view.
“What can I say, you bring out the best in me Catalina,” he whispered in my ear as he came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. The heat of his body surrounded me, but he sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wanted him to take me right then and there. But I knew that wasn’t part of his plan. Tonight was our first night together and he wanted to do it right. Spontaneous balcony sex would happen later on down the line, and I was okay with that.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just admiring the view.”
“I can tell when you’re lying Catalina. Your face expression changes and your body gets tense.” I turned my head to look at him. His tone was serious but there was a smirk on his face.
“You’re very attentive Mr. Cox.”
“I’m a lot of things when it comes to you sweetheart.”
“Really, like what?” He turned me around so we’d be facing each. The intense look in his eyes fueled the fire of desire between us.
“With you I’m a hopeless romantic, attentive, protective, and sometimes I find myself getting a little jealous.” The last part surprised me and the confusion in his voice told me he was as well. He was protective of me and I loved that. As strong as he was I knew he was fully capable of protecting me. And him being so observant made me feel like he truly cared enough to pay attention and that he wanted to make me happy.
“Why and when do you get jealous?” I found myself asking. I honestly was just curious, and I wanted to pick through his mind.
He gently caressed my cheek as he said, “You are a beautiful woman Catalina, inside and out. Men tend to stare, and I don’t like men staring so hard at what’s mine.” The way he said mine excited me.
“Really, I’m yours?” I ask teasingly.
“Yes you are. And I yours.” I smiled at how confident his response was. My thumb traced his soft lips, as if preparing it to take mine. I knotted my hands behind his neck and drew his lips to mine. His arms tightened around my waist, bringing my body closer to his. Slowly his hands began to glide down to my butt, squeezing and stroking it. Though muffled by his mouth, his touch made me moan with pleasure. My fingers found their way to his hair and gently pulled on it. His responsive groan enticed me. Suddenly, the beeping of the oven brought us back to earth. He opened his eyes and whispered breathlessly against my lips, “Catalina, what are you doing to me?”
“I could ask you the same.” I said. He sighed and reluctantly let me go.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
After a few minutes Damien came back with a big plate of seafood pasta and a nice Caesar salad. It looked and smelled great. “I hope you’re hungry.” He said.
“I’m starving for many things,” I said seductively. He smiled at me suggestively, silently responding to my statement. He started to serve me first, then himself. We started a casual conversation about his latest business ventures and my latest charity involvement. Somehow we ended up talking about cars. My love for cars still amazed him. It was hard to believe that a woman with a closet like mine had a thing for cars. He called me a woman with a perfect combination of attributes. I was intelligent, beautiful, kind-hearted, had a wonderful personality, and loved cars.
“How can you like the Audi R8 over the Shelby Mustang?” He said astonished.
“Audi will always be close to my heart. And plus the R8 is sexier, cooler, and faster.”
“Hmmm, I would love to test that theory.”
“Name the time and place Mr. Cox and I will gladly beat your ass in a race.”
“You’re on,” he said laughing. “Are you ready for dessert?”
“I’ve been ready.” He shook his head amused. As he cleared the table, I got up and laid down on one of the balcony lounge chairs. Damien came and joined me with a plate of brownie and vanilla ice cream drizzled with caramel sauce on top. I stood up to let him lay down so I could lie against his chest.
“Did you make this? It looks so good. I love chocolate!”
“Yes. I have baking skills too.”
“Hmmm, you are just full of surprises.”
“You have no idea.” He fed me the first bite and it was divine. It had that homemade taste to it. As he fed me, he eyed me intently as I slowly let ice cream me
lt in my mouth. The look in his eyes told me he was enjoying watching me. Once the dessert was finished, he held me tightly as we gazed at the stars and started a random conversation about our fantasies.
“How do you feel about toys?” Damien asked.
“It depends on what kind. But I’m open-minded,” I said. I could feel him smile against my neck as he kissed it. I lost my calmness and released a moan. “Damien you’re not playing fair, talking about this and kissing me like that.” It was making me lose control fast. Suddenly, he turned me around in his lap to face him. His thumb traces my lower lip making me reflexively kissed it. He pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. My lips greeted his with a need so strong it was like I needed him to breath. He left a trail of kisses from my mouth to my neck as his hands moved up my thighs and under my dress. I could feel his growing erection as his hands explored my body. He reached my sex and noticed I wasn’t wearing panties. This stopped his kisses and made him release a groan.
“All this time you had nothing underneath?” He asked. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. “And you’re so wet for me.” I began to breathe shallowly as his fingers played in my wetness and entered my sex.
“Damien,” I moaned.
“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about you saying my name like that. How much I’ve yearned to see you cum and hear you moan my name when you do.”
“Then make me cum.” I challenged.
“I plan to. But I want you in a bed first.” He abruptly stood with me in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He walked into the house, heading straight to his bedroom. I couldn’t help but nibble on his neck while he carried me.
“Baby, if you keep doing that we’re not going to make it to the bedroom. Even though I want you so bad right now, I don’t want to end up fucking you on these stairs. After I have you in my bed, then we can do it on the stairs.” Oh gosh I’m falling in love with this man.
“Okay. But you need to walk faster,” I teased. His muscular arms tightened around me, and he took the stairs two at a time like I was as light as a feather. He nudged his door open and kicked it close with his foot. His room was spacious even though a king size bed occupied it. His fireplace was full of fire wood waiting to be lit, and the room smelled of honey and Damien. Feeling my body being placed on the plush, soft bed brought my attention back to Damien. He slowly removed his clothes; unwrapping his toned muscular body. Once he removed his boxers my eyes widened in shock. And before I could change my expression, he registered my shock and fear.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. We’ll take it slow and I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll let you get use to my size little by little.” I knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt me, but just looking at it scared me a little. He had to be at least nine inches, but it was his thickness that terrified me. He was definitely going to stretch the crap out of me.
“Hey,” he said softly as he moved closer to the bed. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. So relax okay?” I nodded. “Now let me make sure you’re really ready for me.” He dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He began teasing me with quick kisses on my inner thighs, while his hand lightly caressed my belly. His tongue trailed up my thigh and stopped at my sex. Air tickled my sex as he blew on it, making me squirm. His chuckle vibrated against me as his mouth enveloped my clit. The heat of his mouth and the rapid movement of his tongue left me panting. He became more eager and began sucking my clit harder. Two thick fingers made their way inside of me making me moan loudly. It was like it became a race to him, his fingers moved in and out of me with such quickness that I was ready to cum in seconds.
“Please,” I moaned.
“I know baby. I know.” He bit down gently on my clit and I exploded with pleasure and the whisper of his name on my lips. As the spasms of my orgasm washed over me, I vaguely felt him moving me up the bed. But when he slowly pushed his erection inside of me, I became fully aware. He pressed on a little harder as my sex fought to let his size in. He looked into my eyes with such care and adoration as he pushed the rest of his cock completely in my pulsing sex. I felt overly filled and it was amazing. He withdrew almost completely and then slowly pushed back inside.
“Damn Catalina,” he moaned. “I knew you would be tight, but baby you’re squeezing my cock. You feel so good.”
“It could just be that you’re huge,” I muttered.
“No. You’re very tight… soft… and so wet.” I couldn’t help but smile at his response. His eyes were filled with wonder and what looked like love. I froze for a second thinking about that for a moment. Does he love me? Asking myself that question made me realize that I loved him. But the fear of him not matching my feelings crippled me. I wasn’t aware how much my emotions were visible until Damien caressed my cheek, searching my eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk or think at that moment. I just wanted to enjoy myself with him, to embrace what we had and not worry. I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him hungrily. We kissed each other for what seemed like hours, with him motionless inside me and my legs wrapped around him. He unwillingly pulled his lips from mine to take a breath.
I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “Don’t hold back with me Damien. I want to feel all of you.”
He turned my head to look at me and sighed, “Catalina, I’m holding back for a reason. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make sure you get use to my size first.”
“I’m fine. I can handle it. Please, Damien.”
“You’re making it harder for me to hold back when you say my name like that,” he groaned.
“Then don’t.” With one last sigh of resolve he pushed into me deeper with a slow pace at first. I pushed my pelvis up to meet him thrust for thrust. Everywhere his hands touched made my skin tingled. He lifted his upper body slightly from mine, making me loosen my leg grip around him. His hands squeezed my breast and slid down to my stomach to end at my clit. His thumb made small circles over it, increasing my inner sensations.
“Damien, I’m going to cum!”
“I know baby.” He started moving faster inside me. The increased movement pushed me over the edge.
“Damien!” He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I could feel his body getting tense and his breathing became shallow. He softly moaned my name in my ear as we both road out our climax in each other’s arms.
Chapter Four
I woke up feeling so refreshed and well fucked. My body felt so sore but I couldn’t help but smile because it was a soreness I could get use to. I wanted to spend the day laying in his bed but I knew I had to get back home. Being that I our relationship was a secret, our time together was limited and I hated that. I knew I had the power to change that. All I had to do was talk to my father about us. I’m a grown ass woman, getting my father’s approval wasn’t necessary but it was wanted. In truth though I was a grown woman but when it came to my father I felt like a child. I didn’t have the relationship I wanted with my father and that crippled me in many ways. Sooner or later I needed to deal with it. But in that moment I was comfortable in my denial.
Carefully slipping out of bed so as not to wake up Damien, I grabbed my clothes and went to freshen up in the bathroom. Like his bedroom his bathroom was masculine and bold. The dark grey marble floor and sink top complemented Damien’s taste perfectly. I found it interesting that he had a double sink bathroom being that he lived alone. Thoughts of other women spending the night unpleasantly invaded my mind. I knew there was no way I was his first and nor was he mine, but the thought of other woman touching him made my stomach turn. I couldn’t control what was but I could embrace what is. I was in his life now and hopefully I would be in his future.
I looked through the cabinets trying to find a toothbrush and wash cloth. Not noticing before, I realized Damien had left fresh towels and a new toothbrush out for me. He knew I had every intent
ion of staying the night and made sure everything I needed was available to me. Quickly washing up and putting on my clothes, I crept back into the room finding Damien sitting up in bed. Sleepiness glazed over his eyes but I could see his hunger pushing through. He got out of bed gloriously naked and pulled me to him.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to get home. I have a business meeting later. I wish I could stay.”
He groaned, “At least stay for breakfast. I can show you some more of my expertise in the kitchen.”
“I bet you can,” I smiled. “But if I stay I’m sure your other expertise will make me not want to leave.” He chuckled knowing I was right. His cock pushed against my belly getting harder by the minute. I wanted to just say fuck the meeting and just stay with Damien, but business needed to be taken care of.
“I want to be inside you Catalina. Last night wasn’t enough, I want more of you.” I moaned at his words. It was crazy how fast I got aroused when I was around him. He distracted me so easily.
“I have to go Damien.”
“I want you.” He placed my hand on his hard cock. “Do you want my cock inside you Catalina?”
I looked straight into his eyes, knowing if I looked down I was done for. “You know I do but I have to go baby.” Not liking my answer, he pushed me up against the wall and wrapped my legs around him.
“You rather leave than let me make love to you? I know you’re already wet for me.”
“Damien, you’re not playing fair.”
“I would do anything to have you. And if that means that I don’t play fair then so be it.” I knew from his tone that he wasn’t going to give up. There was no way I was going to leave without Damien getting what he wanted. I needed to think of something quick.
“Okay you win. Just put me on my feet first.” He looked at me suspiciously but did what I asked. As soon as my feet hit the ground I dropped to my knees and placed Damien’s cock into my mouth. It was hot and smooth against my tongue. This was the first time I tasted him so I wanted to take my time, savoring his sweet yet musty flavor. I let my tongue play with the head of his cock as my hand stroked up and down his shaft gently squeezing it every few seconds. My mouth opened wider so I could take in all of him. His hand gripped my hair as his cock touched the back of my throat. Feeling his enthusiasm I began to move his shaft faster in and out my mouth sucking hard. One hand moved up and down the back of his thigh as my other hand softly caressed his balls.
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