“I’m fine baby,” I tried to reassure him.
“You shouldn’t have to be going through this. I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen. You’re hurting because of me. I should have protected you.” His tone was so bitter.
“Stop. This is not your fault. We’re not going to play the blame game, do you understand me? I’m fine, really.”
“Tell me what happened?”
“We did some arguing. I put everything on the table and told him how I felt about everything. He said some really hurtful things. Nothing got solved. That’s it.”
“What hurtful things?” This was really bothering him.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Cata…” I put my finger to his lips silencing him.
“Please.” I pressed my lips to his, moving myself to straddle him. He tasted like honey. I smiled against his lips, sweeping them with my tongue.
“Damien,” I whispered seductively. “Make love to me.” He pulled my face to his, smiling at me. It was good to finally see him a little happier. He had our clothes off in seconds. We made love nice and slow, not caring about the world and not thinking about what had just happened. It felt like he was trying to pour all of his love inside me. There was no way we were ever going to let each other go.
Chapter Six
As Damien parked his Shelby in the driveway, my stomach began to knot with the anticipation of what was to come.
“Relax baby. I’m here with you. Everything is going to be fine.” I was staring out the windshield freaking out, not really hearing his words. “Catalina, look at me.” I turned my gaze to his. He gave me this reassuring look as he brushed my cheek with his thumb. “I won’t allow any more pain to come to you. Plus, I’ll be sure to help you release all your tension later tonight.”
“That’s if I decide to let you.” I teased.
“I have no problem kidnapping you.”
“Are you going to tie me up?” I asked suggestively.
He groaned, “Behave. I don’t want to have dinner with your father while I’m sporting a massive hard on.”
I giggled, “Yeah that would not be good.” I sobered up and sighed.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Damien clutched my hand as we walked inside the house, soothing me. Once we entered the house Gigi appeared in seconds.
“Oh, sweetpea you’re back. And you look much better.” Damien tensed at my side at the mention of how hurt I looked earlier. I squeezed his hand to try to bring him back to his calm self.
“I’m fine Gigi. Let me introduce you. Gigi, this is my boyfriend Damien Cox. Damien this my adoptive mother, for all intensive purposes.” They shook hands as they greeted each other. By the look on Damien’s face I knew he was happy with how I introduced him. This was the first time I addressed him that way. Being that we were never able to openly be together, we never had the opportunity to introduce each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. It made me smile that we were now able to do that.
“Its nice to finally formally meet you Mr. Cox. I’ll skip the lecture and cut to the chase. If you break Lina’s heart, I’ll break your legs.” Gigi grew really serious when Damien chuckled. “I am very serious Mr. Cox. I take Lina’s happiness seriously.” Damien coughed on his chuckle and cleared his throat.
“Ms. Gigi I can assure you that Catalina’s happiness means a lot to me as well. Breaking her heart would only result in breaking my own.” I smiled at his response.
“Good. I’m happy to hear that.” Gigi turned her attention back to me with a sad look on her face. “Lina, he’s been so distraught all day. I think you should talk to him.”
“I did talk to him, that didn’t do much.”
“You know he’s stubborn, sweetpea.” Well she was definitely right about that. Memories of my earlier argument with my father invaded mind. I didn’t want to rehash all that pain.
Damien released my hand to wrap it around my hip, having me face him. He stroked my cheek and looked into my eyes searching them. “I think its a good idea to talk to him. The anger he had earlier may be gone now. Now he’s just worried about his daughter.” The wisdom in his words reminded me of his age, as his personality often made me forget. “Don’t worry I’m here baby.” He kissed me gently and encouragingly pushed me to go find my father.
As I walked to my father’s office my hands began to sweat. The courage I mysteriously inquired earlier had seemed to magically disappear in that moment. I was still filled with anger and fear. My father’s hurtful words still burned me to the core. He had never blatantly hurt me like that before. And the fear of losing Damien, was like a chain wrapped around my neck slowly tightening. I had finally found the missing piece to make me complete in Damien, giving that up was out of the question.
I paused at the door of my father’s office with my hand on the knob. I took a deep breath trying to call back that courage I had before, and exhaled to release the tension and fear. I knocked twice then opened the door to find my father distantly staring out the window. I gently closed the door behind me and took a seat in the chair in front of the desk.
“Father can we talk?” He turned to look at me and the sadness and guilt in his eyes was evident.
“I didn’t think you were coming back. I thought I had lost you too. I don’t want to lose you Catalina,” he said softly.
“Oh Dad, I don’t want to lose you either. But you need to accept that Damien is in my life, that’s not going to change. But I do want our relationship to change. I want you to be happy.” He moved to my side, knelt beside me, and took hold of my hand. I could feel the regret pouring out of him. I knew he was really trying to make amends.
“I want you to be happy as well Catalina. I’m sorry for pushing you away all these years and I’m sorry for all the hurtful things I said to you earlier. I’ve been taking my pain of the lost of your mother out on you. You look and act so much like her. I miss her so much.” I could see the pain in his face and hear the sadness in his voice, which caused me to start shedding tears
“I know. I miss her too. I tried my best to not look like her,” I sobbed.
“Yeah I remember the red hair fiasco,” he chuckled.
“I thought it would help at least a little,” I giggled.
He wiped the tears from my cheek, “Your mother will always be a part of you and that’s the way it ought to be.” He pulled me into his arms abruptly and hugged me so tightly it almost hurt. “I love you Catalina” My heart skipped a beat hearing those words. It had been so long since I’d heard him express any type of affection or emotion towards me.
“I love you too dad.” He gently pulled away from me, looking at me with so much love in his eyes. The man that stood before me was the man that was my hero as a child; the man my father was slowly returning to.
“Its nice to hear you call me Dad again. Father is so formal. You’re going to make this old man cry,” he laughed.
“Well you’re going to have to pull yourself together because Damien is here for dinner.” His face grew dark for a second. “Dad please be nice.”
“I will be, but I’m still going to grill him and find out his intentions. Now, give this old man fifteen minutes to freshen up and pull himself together. I might have to go get my shotgun too.”
“Dad!”
“I’m just kidding.” He laughed.
“You better be.” I smiled and headed for the door. I left the room feeling so successful and relieved. The future was looking bright for my father and I.
I walked back into the sitting room to find Damien staring out the window. The sun was finally setting, and the color of it reflected on his skin giving him this glowing look. I couldn’t help but admire him. I could see the perfect form of his muscle in his black dress shirt; they flexed as he crossed his arms.
“You know its kind of creepy for you to stare at me like that,” he teased.
“I’m sorry I can’t help it. You’re irresistible.”
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“Really?” He turned around and looked at me from head to toe with hungry eyes. “I can say the same for you.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “You know, I would love to get a tour of your room.”
The suggestion in his words let me know what he was truly after. Without needing to say anything, I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to my room. As we walked down the long hallway to my room, the anticipation of us being alone again, made me quicken my pace. I opened my bedroom door and Damien came in behind me closing and locking it. He pushed me up against the wall, molding his body against mine. The fire in his eyes told me this wasn’t going to be a slow loving making session. We needed each other like we needed to breathe. But I knew we wouldn’t have enough time to really explore each other.
“Damien, I can’t handle a quickie. I want you too much right now, “I whispered. His hand softly brushed my cheek. I could feel my face getting warmer and tingling everywhere he touched.
“Baby, as hard as you got me right now, it would be painful to not have you.” Before I could even respond, Damien was already dropping down to his knees. He put my right leg on his shoulder, lifting up my dress. “You’re not wearing any panties. Oh, Catalina you’re going to be the death of me,” he moaned. I mischievously grinned at him. I knew exactly how to drive him crazy, and I enjoyed pushing every button to achieve that. Though sometimes it didn’t work to my advantage, it was worth the risk just to see his reaction. The way he looked at me when I got him all hot and bothered, turned me on enough to make me come.
He began laying soft kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me in a way that he knew would draw out my orgasm. His tongue made a trail from my thigh to my sex. Using his hand to spread my folds, he licked every inch of my center. The heat of his mouth caused me to shiver with pleasure. He covered my clit, flicking his tongue against it in a rhythm that was so skilled it had me squiring and whimpering. I looked down at the vision in between my legs devouring me. The concentration he had amazed me. All his energy revolved around pleasing me. His tongue pushed into me, curving every time it pulled out. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, pushing hard to be released. He brought his attention back to my clit; his mouth sucking on it as two fingers pushed in and out of me. The overwhelming sensations had me at the edge of an orgasm. My fingers threaded into his hair, trying to ground myself and encourage him to not stop. Suddenly, he stilled. He pulled his fingers out of me, placed my leg down, and stood up. I knew my disappointed was written all over my face, when Damien looked at me frowning. He caressed my face as if to wipe away my sadness.
“I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he explained. He pulled out my breast from my dress, taking it into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on each nipple giving them the attention they deserved. He stepped away from me to quickly remove his clothes and put on a condom. Once he was naked in front of me, his cock stood freely at attention. I licked my lips as thoughts of wrapping my mouth around it assaulted my mind. He moved close to me tilting my head to kiss me. His tongue pushed into my mouth seeking mine. I could feel his hard cock pushing up against my stomach, as he put his hands behind my knees pushing me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard cock laid against my stomach waiting to be placed where it belonged. My pussy pulsed, eager to be filled by him. I grinded my hips into him enticing a moan from him. He never overly groaned, moaned, or grunted which I loved. There was nothing sexy about hearing your man be louder than you in bed, and Damien always made sure I was the doing the screaming. I knew he liked that I was very verbal and noisy, it heightened his pleasure.
He slightly moved back to position himself to enter me. The first thick inch pushed into me slowly, making my vaginal walls latch onto it greedily.
Damien groaned, “I’m not even completely inside you and you’re already squeezing me so tightly baby.”
“I need you to fuck me Damien. I can’t take the teasing.”
“Patience love.” Patience was the last thing on my mind in that moment. I tried to wrap my legs tighter around him to draw him closer, forcing him to go deeper, but his strength over powered mine. He didn’t move an inch; I contracted my vaginal muscles again to drive him crazy like he was doing to me. He smiled, knowing my intention, and pulled out of me completely. He stared at me for a split second then kissed me ardently. My lips collided with his with so much urgency. I whimpered when his lips left mine too quickly. At that moment, the sound of a knock on my bedroom door froze me.
“Catalina, are you ready for dinner?” My dad asked. Damien chose that moment to drive deep and hard inside me. My pussy welcomed and embraced him openly.
“Yes!”
Damien chuckled at my reply knowing I was responding to him and not my father. The sounds in the room were filled with my moaning and Damien’s heavy breathing as his eyes never left mine. Distantly I wondered if my father could hear us, though I didn’t really care because all I wanted was to feel Damien, to come for him.
Damien pulled out of me again, replacing his cock with his fingers. His thumb massaged my clit as his fingers efficiently did the job his cock was previously doing. Abruptly, he took his soaking wet fingers out of me, putting his cock back in my pussy and two fingers in my ass simultaneously.
“Oh God!”
My body tensed at the foreign intrusion. To my surprise the initial penetration was the only sting of pain I felt. I never experienced anal pleasure but I was always curious. Finding the right person to try it with was the obstacle. I didn’t want to explore with just anyone, and being that my love life was non-existent before Damien, I didn’t have much options.
The world around me was a blur until I heard my father’s voice.
“Catalina, are you alright?” I couldn’t answer my dad’s question because in that moment Damien wined his hips, moving inside me in ways I never felt. My fingers dug into his back, making him release an animalistic growl.
“Answer your father baby,” he whispered. I tried to pull myself together to give my father an answer that would make him leave. Damien interrupted my concentration as his thrust became faster simultaneously with his fingers.
“Yes! I’m good. I’m gonna come!” I felt Damien’s breath against my neck as he chuckled, kissing it softly.
“I know you are. Do you like me being inside of you like this, filling you?”
“Yes, make me come Damien please,” I moaned. “I need to come. I want you to feel me come.” I couldn’t understand what had taken over me. I felt so free, so wanton. Damien had the power to bring out things in me I never knew existed. I clinged onto him for dear life, aware that I’d be leaving marks on him. But the idea of leaving my marks on him excited me; the possessive part of me wanted him to be mine completely.
I could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the pace of mine. He bucked into me hard, pushing every inch inside me to the point of pain. I winced at the contact. Damien’s body went ridged at my reaction. He slowly pulled two inches out of me, meeting my gaze with concern filled in his eyes.
“Sorry baby. I want you so bad I lost control and got too rough.” The shame in his expression pulled at my heart. I knew he would never do anything to hurt me purposely.
“I’m okay. I like it when you’re rough. It’s just that I can’t fit all of you inside me, you’re so big,” I smiled. My words did nothing to erase his concern. I gently caressed his cheek and brushed my lips against his. I could still taste myself on his lips. The passionate, sexual man that was with me a second ago was gone. The fire in his kiss was extinguished by what had just happened. I pulled my lips from his to try and will him back to normal.
“Damien, I’m fine trust me. Now make me come before my father comes back and interrupts us again.” I pouted biting my lower lip seductively. His mouth slightly curved up and the spark returned in his eyes. He held my gaze as his fingers moved in a small circle in my ass and his strokes became deliberately slow. I cursed under my breath at the way he was torturing me. I co
uld feel his cock growing harder inside me. It felt so good but I needed to feel that release now.
“Damien please. I need…” He silenced my pleas with a rough kiss. His lips moved eagerly over mine, biting into my lower lip. My hands moved all over him as if touching him just wasn’t enough. His pace picked up little by little. My eyes closed shut as the pressure built inside me. I began to shudder as I felt his tongue trail across my shoulder. My body tensed up as the onslaught of my orgasm hit me so hard. I screamed Damien’s name as I felt him bite my shoulder. His finger pulled out of my ass as I felt him come. All tension left our bodies as we sank to the floor. Damien wrapped me in his arms, kissing the bite mark he left on me.
“I keep getting too rough with you. I’m sorry Catalina.” I hated that he kept regretting being truly himself with me. I loved that he could let loose with me, that his deepest sexual desires came out when he was with me. But I needed him to be comfortable with it.
“Baby, I love that you can be like that with me. I want to explore things with you. I don’t want you to hold back with me. I’m a grown woman Damien. We’ve both expressed to each other that the age gap between us isn’t an issue.”
“Its not but…”
“But nothing,” I interrupted. “If I ever felt uncomfortable I would say something. And I know you would never hurt me. I trust you baby.” I could see the worry and guilt slowly leave his eyes. My gaze left his eyes and drifted to his lips. It amazed me how soft they were and how they fit so perfectly against mine. I slowly licked his lower lip and pulled it into my mouth sucking it. I felt his cock jerk inside me as he released a groan. The way I could affect him filled me with so much confidence. It felt good because he affected me the same way.
“Catalina,” he whispered pulling his lip from me. “If you continue doing that I’m going to take you again. And your father would come breaking down the door wondering why you’re moaning and screaming so much. Though it was sexy watching you struggle to answer him while I was inside you, I prefer not to be interrupted when I’m with you.” The thought of skipping dinner and heading straight to Damien’s house crossed my mind. I could spend hours making love to this man without a care in the world.
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