Chapter 30 - Sky
I never realized how much I took sleep for granted until I became a parent...me and Damien both.
After a few weeks of navigating how to manage our new lives and getting a feel for it, we were both exhausted beyond belief.
The reward was certainly worth the sleepless nights. Neither of us would change it for the world, but the moment Gemma volunteered to babysit and allow us some time to rest, we jumped on it.
I took some convincing once the mom guilt set in, but with Damien and Gemma’s reassurance, I gave in.
And I had to say, I got some of the best sleep of my life.
Laying there in bed together with the sheets and blankets messily strewn about, half covering us through the afternoon, the two of us were on cloud nine…all from managing to get a few hours of solid rest.
The sun filtered in with its warm glow while I felt Damien’s hand on my hip as he pulled me closer, half placing me on his chest.
Warmed by his touch and desire to be closer, I smiled, resting my cheek and forearms against his chest.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice huskier from sleep.
“So much better,” I hummed, enjoying the easy comfort between us while I admired his features.
Normally, Damien kept himself clean-shaven as he preferred it, but when things were more chaotic, it became an afterthought. Due to our lives changing so dramatically, he had some scruff coming in, and I took my time checking it out, along with how it seemed to compliment his face.
He lifted a curious brow at me. “What are you looking at?”
I hummed and brought a hand to his cheek, gently brushing against it with my thumb. “You’re looking a lot fuzzier than usual.”
He chuckled and absently scrubbed at it himself. “The result of parenthood, I guess. I haven’t gotten around to shaving.”
“It looks nice,” I added, feeling that usual wave of attraction all over again.
“Yeah?” Damien asked with a faintly teasing lilt as he brought a hand up and gently nudged my chin with the side of his finger. “You like it when I’m too tired and lazy to shave?”
Grinning, I gently traced across his jaw and down his neck, feeling the vaguely rough stubble there. “I don’t mind it at all. I think it’s a nice change.”
Damien’s gaze lingered on me before his eyes closed to soak in the light affection. He hummed his appeasement before looking at me again, letting a new wave of desire glean through.
“In that case…” he began, reaching for my bare hips as he pulled me fully on top of him, letting my legs rest on either side of his. A grin slid across his face all the while his palms slowly moved up and down my body, ghosting over my hips and lower back before giving my ass a playful squeeze, pulling a breathless sound from me. “…I won’t mind if you look a little longer.”
At the rush of sensations through me between the subtle friction of our bodies pressed together and the suggestiveness of his grasp, my skin warmed as I eased into him and ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re a tease.”
“A tease?” he echoed almost incredulously as if I accused him of something wholly untrue. Amusement gleamed in his eyes as he continued to touch me reverently. “You think I’m a tease?”
Holding back my urge to laugh, I nodded. “I do.”
“I don’t suppose a tease would be willing to offer you a hand…would they?” he asked, looking far too satisfied with himself as he lowered his hand even further, reaching around and slowly rubbing a finger against my heat from behind.
The contact made me shiver immediately, eyes fluttering shut as a moan slipped past my lips.
A pleased sound reverberated in Damien’s chest at that, and he continued, adding a bit more pressure as he deliberately stroked the smooth, sensitive skin there. He took his time at first, sliding through my arousal before slipping his middle finger inside.
My breath hitched at once, and my eyes fluttered shut as my skin warmed all over again. “God…”
He gave a low chuckle, satisfied with himself as he carefully pumped two fingers inside me and used his other hand to pull my hips closer, allowing himself the room to push even deeper inside me.
I moaned, bracing myself for the small but addictive wave after wave of pleasure those two fingers offered me.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing those sounds,” he hummed, tilting my chin up with his spare hand before capturing my lips with his.
Melting into the embrace despite the tension in my lower half from the pleasure he pumped into me, I kissed him back greedily, wasting no time getting lost in it all.
It always happened so easily. Damien had a power over me that caused me to let go and give in, left to soak in how incredible his ministrations were.
Bracing myself on his chest with one hand, I brought the other up to run through his hair while our mouths moved together more urgently than before. He groaned, steadily increasing the speed of his fingers.
Feeling like I was slowly going insane, unable to hold back, I lifted my hips and slid my body against his, making his breath catch to the point of him stilling his digits inside me. The kiss broke, and our eyes met.
With our gaze locked, there was no missing that mutual desire between us, and that was all it took.
Breathless panting filled the bedroom as we wordlessly shifted our positions until I was straddling his hips completely, keeping my hand on his chest while he gripped my hips, wasting no time lining our bodies up.
With Damien, it was nearly impossible to wait or take things slow. The moment we found ourselves in the same headspace, there was no stopping us.
A moan poured from my lips as he guided my hips down, and I steadily lowered myself onto his aching length.
Simultaneously, our breath caught, taking in how the rush of sensations from the initial connection always felt so intoxicating. A shiver seemed to move through me and into Damien while we got used to the feeling, aware that the brief pause wouldn’t last long.
Damien cursed under his breath and tipped his head back, hands gliding between my thighs and hips. “You look incredible up there…right where you belong.”
With the faintest flicker of satisfaction on my lips, I braced myself and started to move above him, lifting my hips up and down at a slow pace.
His features tightened and his fingers tightened against my skin, resisting the urge to guide me more forcefully as he bit back his own sounds of pleasure.
Humming, pleased by the way it affected him right away, I leaned forward and picked up the pace, keeping our bodies close while he held me.
Our moans melded as I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, feeling the heat move through my body with every addicting rush of bliss every time my hips came back down again. My fingers ran through his hair, making him pant harder.
“Shit…” Damien muttered, biting back a groan as he gripped my hips and pulled me onto him, seemingly losing his patience.
A louder moan came from me at that, getting lost in the sensations all the while he guided me, overwhelming us both with uninterrupted euphoria.
The longer it went on, the more desperate we became while we chased after that mutual high. Searching for it in each other, we gripped flesh, moved our bodies together, and let go of those wanton, breathless sounds.
Lifting his thighs slightly, Damien bucked his hips into me, building a relentless pace that made my eyes roll back and the moans slip from my lips at a persistent rate. It took everything in me to hold on, using my hand against his chest to keep me upright while he thrusted again and again.
Mind hazy and body acting on instincts alone, I could only focus on the way he held me, the way he demanded more and more with his skilled hips.
More warmth flooded my system, and before long, I was panting harder in between moans, losing myself completely.
“That’s it…let go for me,” Damien urged me, keeping up his deep, rough pace while his arms wrapped around me and his palms settled against my back. “Let me see how good I make you feel…”
His words sent a shiver through me, and without warning, through the onslaught of intense sensations, I hit my peak as my whole body tightened.
Clenching around him, I came undone, gripping him and the sheets beneath us. My thighs trembled through my release, and for a moment, I couldn’t see anything at all. The near-blinding pleasure and the snap of that pressure inside me were all I could focus on.
Damien was close behind, thrusting as he went over the edge and spurred me through my orgasm. He groaned and clutched me tighter, bracing through the waves and pulses of him filling me. His hips eventually slowed until they stopped altogether, but his hold on me didn’t ease.
Slumping against him, I caught my breath and tucked myself against his neck, savoring the bliss that surrounded me, along with his arms.
At that moment, everything felt so perfect.
Even if our lives had changed so quickly and would never be the same again, knowing we could steal those moments for just the two of us and still find that passion in each other was all the reassurance I needed.
I relaxed as Damien’s hands gently ghosted up and down my back, heightening the sensation post-orgasm.
After a moment, he chuckled. “I don’t know about you, but I could chase that with another nap.”
Amused by the words, I hummed and lifted my head to gently kiss his lips. “I wouldn’t complain.”
“Good. Because we aren’t going anywhere.”
Kissing me again, Damien held me close and gently ran his fingers through my hair. Once he broke the kiss, he carefully held the back of my head to keep me in place while he looked me over with his blissed-out gaze.
A beat of silence moved between us before his voice reached me again, low yet full of affection while his eyes searched mine, and his gaze seemed to convey so much more than words ever could. “Marry me.”
Pausing to process the words, I mentally stumbled before managing to get the words out. “You’re…serious?”
“Incredibly serious,” he returned gently with a faint grin. “Will you marry me, Sky?”
As I digested his question, letting the reality of it sink in, my expression softened, and I felt as the heightened emotions moved through me with ease. Nodding, I smiled back at him. “I will…absolutely.”
With his pleased expression, he gently ran his fingers through my hair before kissing me again, allowing his raw emotions and appreciation pour into it.
“I love you,” he murmured against me, lips graced with a tender smile.
With a wash of warmth and contentment, I mirrored his expression and gently brushed my nose against his. “I love you too.”
Not leaving any room for doubt, Damien pulled me back in for another kiss, and I knew he meant it.
The bed was going to be sick of us by the time we were done with it.
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THE END