“And not only that. In the month of his nineteenth birthday he shot and killed a bartender who attacked a woman he knew. He may have been a bad person in a lot of ways, but sticking up for a woman is never bad in my book.”
She nods.
“He lived to be seventy-three. Of those seventy-three years he spent fifty-four of them in incarceration, and forty-two of those were spent in solitary confinement.
As crazy as it sounds I’ve practically spent my entire forty years in solitary confinement. I also left home at the age of thirteen, but my home was a foster home. The person, and I won’t call him a man, in charge of the house was doing things to the other children and when I found out I put a permanent end to it, by putting a permanent end to him.
I was able to avoid punishment, but the punishment of life itself was enough up until that point.
And then I met your father not long after and I discovered what it’s really like to have friends and live a good life…at least I thought I had until you.”
She puckers her lips and I lean in and give her a kiss.
“But there’s one more thing. Remember how the guide mentioned that the Birdman of Alcatraz claimed his death would make worldwide headlines, but it didn’t because the day after he died President Kennedy was shot?”
She nods.
“That’s the fate I was headed for. I’d made headlines in business, the prison I unknowingly created to keep others at bay, and I wouldn’t have realized it until I was on my deathbed that it was all for naught. Because dying alone on the nicest bed money can buy, even if surrounded by a pile of money and gadgets and maybe some co-workers, is just as sad and unnoticed a death as that of the Birdman of Alcatraz.”
“I’m not sure what to say,” she says.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting a response. I just wanted to let you know my history since I’ve witnessed the entirety of yours first hand. And I just want you to know these thoughts, this realization, happened after what happened between us last night. This isn’t me suddenly hitting a midlife crisis and deciding I need to get married, have two point five kids, a white picket fence and take a vacation to Florida every winter. None of what I realize now, and none of what’s going to happen in the future, would be possible without you.” I pause. “Thank you.”
She gives me a big hug and the guide comes around the corner giving us a bit of a strange look and then walking away realizing we need a minute.
We need a lot more than a minute, buddy. We need a lifetime and I’m going to get it with her.
“And what is going to happen in the future?” she asks.
“You’ll see once we get off this rock,” I say, and we both laugh together before our two lips meet.
CHAPTER 12
Delilah
A couple hours later we’re back at about Pier 33 on the Embarcadero and we both realize we’re starving.
“I know just the place,” Damian says.
He takes my hand for all the world to see and we walk south along the Embarcadero during the warmest part of the day, which in S.F. is just about the perfect temperature as the warmest part of the day isn’t exactly the Mojave Desert.
The entire walk we have a view of the bay off to our left. In front of us is the Bay Bridge and behind us is Alcatraz, which seems fitting considering together we’re putting that “prison” of Damian’s past behind him.
We get closer and closer to the Bay Bridge until Damian motions towards Rincon Park.
The grass is immaculately cut, green, and perfect and right there in the middle is a sixty-foot outdoor sculpture called Cupid’s Span. It’s a partial bow and piece of an arrow and together they’re very romantic.
“This is what you struck me with last night,” Damian says as he pulls me in close as we stand just beside it.
“It looks big. Did it hurt?” I give him a wink.
“What hurt is realizing now that I should have found you sooner.”
“But the key is we did find each other.”
“Right and that’s all that matters,” he says as he leans in and kisses me.
“Seems like that arrow isn’t the only big, long, hard thing in the park today,” I say letting my eyes drift down his body towards his crotch.
“We have your beauty to thank for that,” he says.
We kiss again and then continue on just a few minutes more where Damian motions off the path to the entrance of a restaurant called Waterbar.
Not five minutes later the chef and the owner have both personally come out and greeted us and we have an incredible display of oysters in front of us, which apparently is what they’re known for.
“Aren’t these aphrodisiacs?” I ask, giving him a nudge.
“Some people have been known to say that.”
“What are you trying to do to me?”
“Do to us you mean. Considering the way I’m already using all the restraint I have in my body to keep my hands off of you…well, it’s gonna be that much harder once we have a couple of these. I might not be able to resist.”
“I might not want you to,” I say.
Damian shows me how to eat an oyster and even feeds me the first one.
It has an unusual taste, but I trust him and this is fun. And it sure doesn’t hurt that we have the best table in the house with a view of the Bay Bridge in front of us and a view of him to my side. There are even a few floor to ceiling aquariums spread out throughout the establishment.
Does life get any better?
Not for me it doesn’t.
I could do this all day and all night, as long as I’m with him. Heck, I would have the time of my life with him inside a cardboard box. He’s that interesting to talk to and that attractive to me.
But what I like is that he’s not a pretty man. He’s a rugged, real man. His body looks as strong and appealing as the red bricks that are stacked to make this beautiful restaurant.
“You know what that is?” he asks discreetly pointing out towards the bay.
I try and get my bearings, but I’m not so good with directions and I swear these oysters are really having an effect on me. I feel a bit loopy, or buzzed, and definitely frisky too.
“Someplace where someone swam to and got their name in the paper?” I ask.
We both laugh as it seems like someone around here is always swimming to something and getting some press for it. A fifty-seven-year-old woman swam out to Alcatraz for the one thousandth time just a year or so ago. Talk about consistency. She’s a warranty claims processor that just makes the swim before work, or at least has a whole, whole lot. What an accomplishment, and I think about what Damian said about how he’d make the same swim for me and I grab a hold of his arm.
“I wouldn’t bet against that. It’s called Treasure Island, and it’s appropriate that we’re looking at it together, because you’re my island oasis in this world and you’re also my treasure.”
He leans into me and we kiss.
“And there’s a treasure you still have that no one has…shall we say…discovered…yet. And I want to be the pirate that loots it…tonight.”
I lean in closer to his ear and bite his lobe. “Why do we have to wait until tonight? Arrrrr you ready now?” I ask.
“Check please,” he says to the waiter.
Only to discover it’s on the house.
And just as quickly we’re out of this incredible oyster house and on our way to become one…forever.
CHAPTER 13
Delilah
We leave the restaurant head back in the direction from whence we came.
As we pass by Cupid’s Span we kiss yet again. But there is something different to this kiss. The first time there was more of a romantic feel, a couple in the park.
This time there is more of a hunger, a desire, a lust to it.
And my body feels exactly the same.
We walk just a bit more and suddenly we’re entering the Hotel Vitale. It’s well known and I feel the excitement of getting to know it more
intimately, and more importantly him even more intimately.
As we enter the lobby I notice the Jerusalem limestone columns that are meant to evoke nearby wine country cellars.
All I can think of is drinking in the sight of him and how earlier I compared him to brick, and it was appropriate then, but the limestone might be a better choice to compare this tall glass of milk of a man.
Before I know what’s happening we’re being shown to our room. As things are moving rapidly now, I take the opportunity to quickly send my dad a text message that I might be out late...or even all night. I don’t want him worrying like he did last night...which also might lead him to calling Damian.
The minute the door closes behind us he kisses me as he has been all day, but this time with the ferocity of a lion and quickly his tongue is pushing through my lips.
I moan as they part for him.
His arms encircle me and I feel his powerful, strong hands hold me tight yet tenderly and I feel perfectly protected. It’s as if nothing could ever hurt me when I’m in his gigantic grasp.
Suddenly his hands find my ass and I feel my feet come off the floor as I wrap my arms around his back as he carries me over toward the window.
He pulls back the curtain as my back hits the glass as his mouth devours mine.
He changes position, so his back is against the glass as his mouth comes off of mine.
“Look at that. That’s all yours…ours…for the rest of our lives here in this paradise.”
I take in the palm-lined Embarcadero and the sight of the Bay Bridge. It’s breathtaking. As someone from the Bay Area I actually like that we’re not by the tourist hotspot Golden Gate. The Embarcadero is a tourist mecca as well, no doubt, but the subtle nod to a bridge and a place to stay that says we’re local and will be forever is a nice understated way to show sophistication mixed with this elegant hotel.
And just like that The Bay Lights switch on. There are twenty-five thousand programmed LEDs which light up the bridge and the first sign of nightfall.
“It may be all mine, but all I want is you,” I say.
“And I need you. I can’t think straight. I couldn’t sleep last night.” His jaw tightens. “Not after seeing you last night. Not after the way you showed up at my birthday party as the ultimate gift…in life.”
His lips crash down on mine again and I feel my entire world start to spin in the best way possible.
The way we’re standing here. The way he’s holding me vertically with him as my legs are wrapped around him. It’s like the two of us are already so close to becoming one. We just need to get these darn clothes out of the way and then we’ll both be able to feel everything.
One of his hands moves from my ass down my thigh as he grabs my dress and pushes it out of the way, grabbing my ass again, but this time with one less layer of fabric in the way.
We’re on the same wavelength, just like the waves that wash over these shores and the pleasure that washed over me last night.
And after that I can only imagine how powerful the typhoon that will unleash inside me is going to be when he’s inside me to get it started.
“You washed me off your thighs,” he growls as his hand glides over the insides of my legs as if he’s searching for the marks he left on me.
“Yes,” I say. “I had too. I didn’t want to be dirty and gross for you today.”
“Never. But I understand. You wanted to be pure, pristine, and perfect for this moment. And this time when I mark you it won’t be on the outside. It will be right in here,” he says as his finger on the hand that’s cupping my ass move to swipe across my slit.
My back arches and I feel my nipples poke at the fabric of my dress as my chest heaves.
“Inside me,” I gasp.
“Where I belong,” he says, his finger moving away only teasing me once. Showing me a preview of what’s to come.
He cups my entire ass with one hand and his other hand finds the back of my head as he pulls my face in close to his so that we’re cheek to cheek.
“I felt how wet you are for me,” he says.
“Drenched,” I say feeling my wetness only increasing.
As he speaks I feel his jaw move against mine and the intimacy is intoxicating. The heat of his skin and the burn of his five o’clock shadow on my skin is a feeling unlike any other.
He’s close enough to kiss me, but instead of making my head spin with his lips he’s doing it with his words.
And then both as his head moves sideways never breaking contact with mine as his lips drag across mine before stopping into a deep, passionate kiss that has me readjusting my legs around his back.
His fingers finds my slit again as he drags them across the fabric of my panties.
“Drenched and ready for your first time, and the only man who will ever have you,” he says.
“The one and only. My man.”
“And this is mine,” he says placing two fingers right at my opening and pressing slightly but not pushing my panties or his fingers inside.
I wiggle my hips trying to will him inside me, but he’s somehow still in too much control of the situation.
“I need you,” I gasp.
His fingers flick my panties to the side and his digits glide through my folds, the skin on skin contact causing me to shiver even though my body feels like it's burning up.
“When the time is right,” he says flipping our bodies around so my back is pressed against the glass.
“When? I need you now,” I whimper.
And dammit do I. My need is beyond frantic as I grind my hips into him feeling his erection pointing due north. He knows how ready I am and I can feel how ready he is.
“When you can’t take it anymore and you’re begging me to take you. There’s only one first time and we have to earn it. To build towards it as much as we both want it right now.”
“Don’t build walls, remember. Tear them down. And tear through my hymen and make me yours,” I demand.
A noise leaves his throat even though his mouth stays closed. It’s as if something formed in his belly and left his body just through the reverberations in his windpipe.
And damn do I need his pipe inside me right now fucking me hard until he knocks the wind out of me.
He carries me over to the bed and tosses me onto my back.
I prop myself up on my forearms, spreading my legs as I stare down the hunger in his eyes.
He unhooks his belt and I hear the leather slide firmly through the belt loops as he removes it and then pulls it tight, a cracking sound filling the air and I flinch.
He tosses the belt to the side not watching where it goes. The brass buckle hitting the floor is as primal a sound as a wolf’s mating call in the night.
He moves in closer grabbing me by the legs and quickly pulling me to the end of the bed.
Holding my ankles in a big open V shape he drops to his knees and buries his face in my panties.
I can feel the vacuum his nose creates as he takes a big sniff of my snatch.
And I want him to snatch away my virginity. To take it. To steal it.
Anything to get his cock buried deep inside me.
“Fuck you smell so sweet,” he says as he opens his jaw wide and buries his chin in my hole.
I grind my hips against his face only for him to turn sideways as my panties find his cheek.
Suddenly his face comes back around he takes my panties in his teeth and his head jerks back freeing my bare pussy.
His hands bring my ankles together and he keep my legs high, sliding my panties off while never taking his eyes off my lower lips.
When my panties are off he tosses them away and then presses his cheek to my ankle, dragging his face down along the entire length of my leg.
“So soft. So feminine. So perfect.”
And when he gets to my hip he scissors my legs open again and moves one leg right over his head as he slides in face first and immediately begins to feed on my femininity.
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Damian
I don’t even feel human, lacking all civility as I dive into her like a wild pussy-eating beast that’s tasting paradise.
Her paradise.
My paradise.
She’s the only one who’s ever made me lose myself this way. It could only ever be her.
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