32. Chapter Damian
F irst thing I did when I landed was go straight to the gallery in hopes of seeing Aria. I fucking missed her. Being without her these past few days were strange, and my body was just itching all over with the need to see her bright smile and sunny personality.
My body hums with excitement and relief that I got to share a favorite childhood memory of mine. I’ve never shared that my favorite place out of all places is a ‘50s-themed diner, but it felt right. And she loved it, which made me feel instantly at ease. Not that I ever doubted she was going to like it.
Parking in front of the apartment building, she asks, “Do you want to come in and watch a movie or something? ”
“Can’t get enough of me?” I ask with a teasing tone.
I’m fucking glad she asked, because all I’ve been wanting to do is spend more time with her.
I’m obsessed with this woman.
She shrugs. “You’re not the worst company, believe it or not.”
“I agree. I’m fucking great.”
She pats my arm jokingly. “Cocky much?”
I shrug. “Something like that.”
We’re on her couch watching a silly rom-com Christmas movie that she somehow convinced me to watch, even though it's not even Christmas. She claims that since we’re close to the holidays, it counts. I’m not going to argue with her logic. I’m happy with whatever she wants as long as I get to spend more time with her.
“So, he was her first high school boyfriend, and they both randomly reunite in a town that looks like the North Pole?” I quip, dripping with sarcasm.
I’ve never understood why women go crazy for movies like this.
“Yes. Isn't it great?” she replies, returning from the kitchen with a bowl of caramel popcorn, “Want some?” she offers .
I shake my head, still feeling stuffed. “I don't know how you can eat anything else. I'm still full.”
She shrugs, settling down beside me, dangling a piece of popcorn in front of my mouth, forcing me to try it. With an eye roll, and feeling defeated, I take the bite. An appreciative groan escapes me, grabbing a handful of the caramelized goodness. This shit tastes delicious .
She raises an eyebrow, teasing me. “I thought you were full.”
“I don’t know what you put in here, but it’s addicting.”
She laughs as she grabs another piece of popcorn and eats it, humming in satisfaction. “Me and the girls made some caramel from scratch. Well, it was Isabella, really. She’s really good at that kind of stuff. It's good, isn't it?”
“Oh, yeah. Isabella is a great baker. I had to ban her from bringing more baked goods to work because I was gaining weight.”
She gapes at me. “So you’re the reason why she never brings me treats?”
Patting my belly, I say, “This body doesn’t take care of itself. I gotta watch these abs.”
“Oh my God. You’re impossible.”
With a laugh, I bring her closer to me and kiss the top of her head, inhaling her addicting scent. “Have I ever told you you smell like strawberries? ”
She looks up at me. “It’s the perfume Sophia got me a few years ago, custom-made. She always says I look like a strawberry, so I should smell like one too.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
She shakes her head with a laugh, grabbing the blanket that’s folded next to her, covering us up with it. With my arm across the back of the couch, she rests her head on my chest. My heart flutters, just enjoying ourselves in a very domestic, normal kind of way. A normal I’ve never experienced. One I would love to experience again, as long as it is with her.
We continue watching the movie, sharing popcorn, and enjoying each other's company. I struggle to pay attention to the movie, all too aware of our proximity. Only she could make me feel this nervous, like a teenager on his first date.
The movie ends, and she turns to me with enthusiasm. “That was good, right?” she asks.
“Nah, not really,” I lie.
The movie wasn't amazing, but it wasn't terrible either. Once I got past the whole town looking like a personal Santa factory, it was actually kind of nice.
“You're totally lying.” she teases.
“Me? Pft . Never,” I say innocently.
Glancing at her, my body fills with the familiar warmth I get every time I’m near her. This emotion is one I’ve never experienced, one I’m unfamiliar with. But it’s nice, nonetheless. There’s also this primal feeling that I’d do anything to always make her smile. Protect her fiercely. If anyone hurts her, let’s just say I’d better get myself a good criminal attorney because I wouldn't be above murdering anyone who dares harm her.
She slipped through the cracks of my heart, and once I noticed, it was simply too late. Doesn’t matter how high up those walls were, she tumbled them down one by one.
I’m so fucking glad it happened.
Pulling her onto my lap, I settle her between my legs, facing me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
Brushing her hair gently, I whisper, “I had a nice time today.”
She nods, her expression a mix of emotions. “Me too. It was nice to see this side of you.”
Her words are a welcome reprieve, making me feel at ease. I don't usually show this side to anyone, but with her, it feels right; easy . I want nothing more but to prove that I can be more than the cold, distant man she first met. She’s a breath of fresh air in my life, one I don’t want to let go of, ever. I’ll keep sharing all of my sides, the good; the bad; the ugly. I’ll do anything to keep her with me.
I hold her chin, kissing her gently. Her lips taste like sweet caramel with the mix of buttery popcorn, and the taste coming from her is fucking addicting. It’s enhanced; somehow. I want to remember this forever, the way she feels, the way she tastes. She kisses me back, parting her lips, giving me a clear invitation. My fingers tangle in her hair as I bring her closer to me, wanting her as close as possible as I deepen the kiss. Wanting us to become one , melt into each other’s bodies. Our tongues clash with each other, and I bite her lip with a raw need as our breathing grows ragged.
Getting up, I lay her down on the couch and tower over her, being careful to not put any of my weight on her. She wraps her legs around me tighter, bringing us closer. My cock stiffens by the proximity of us, and a moan escapes her mouth as she’s kissing me, a moan I greedily swallow as I continue to kiss her like she’s my only source of air.
Her fingers find their way to my sweater, stopping the kiss abruptly as she takes it off, then starts kissing me again with such force and need as her fingertips trace my abs. The simple touch is so addicting and fucking electrifying, it makes me shudder. I take off her sweater, revealing her lacy black bra, her peaked nipples peeking through the delicate lace.
Grabbing her cheek, I caress it softly and rasp. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Darling.”
She lets out a soft whimper at my words, her face blushing with a beautiful scarlet color.
Lowering my mouth to her chest, I remove her lacy bra, revealing her pink, perfect nipples. My mouth eagerly takes one, sucking and teasing, tracing her perfect round shape with my warm tongue, a throaty moan escaping her lips at the contact.
Her moan is like fucking music to my ears.
Cupping and squeezing her other breast, I let out a low appreciative growl at the feeling. My hand fits perfectly, like she’s fucking made for me. Like we’re two pieces of art coming together, becoming one. As I keep teasing her, my hand travels south, sliding her skirt and tights off. Pressing my thumb on her center slightly, I feel how wet and ready she is for me, even though there’s a piece of lace between us. Knowing how needy she is for me drives me fucking wild.
I tsk. “Look at you, all wet and ready for me.” Traveling my mouth south, I take my time exploring her soft skin, tracing every inch of her body with slow kisses.
She nods at my words, breathlessly, with her lips parted and glassy eyes filled with need. I continue my taunting kisses until I reach her inner thighs. She eagerly moves, trying to direct me where she needs me the most. I let out a throaty, dark chuckle as I lick, kiss, and softly nip her inner thighs. I’m having too much fun taunting her, knowing she’s so needy and ready for me to take care of her. I want to take my damn time, because I’ve been waiting for this moment. My cock protests, it’s so hard against the zipper of my jeans it hurts. I’m so ready for her too. Ready and eager to fuck her until she forgets her name.
My hands travel along her legs, caressing and enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I could explore her forever, and never tire. I’m not exaggerating when I say she’s perfect. There’s no place I would rather be than here, with her.
Her chest heaves, breathing unevenly. “Damian,” she pleads, “I need more, please .”
I look up, admiring her flushed face. “You want me to eat your pussy until you’re a dripping mess? Is that what you want, Tesoro ?”
She squeezes her thighs, nodding rapidly as her head falls back on the couch, clearly enjoying my sultry words. And I have so much more to say to her, to worship her the right fucking way. I just want to drown in her and die a happy man.
I stop kissing her inner thigh. “Look at me, and tell me what you want.”
She looks at me with glassy eyes. “Yes, Damian. That’s exactly what I need,” she says through a soft moan.
My name on her lips followed by that moan becomes my undoing. With a satisfying growl, I tear her underwear, opening her legs wide. Her pussy is so pink and wet, my cock all but screams at me to let him out. But this is all about her now. I take so much pleasure knowing she’ll be screaming my name in a matter of minutes.
“You look so good open for me. Ready for me to taste this pretty cunt of yours,” I say, getting comfortable between her legs and wrapping them around my shoulders. My lips find her throbbing clit and I suck it eagerly, enjoying how she writhes beneath me. Her sweet nectar drives me so fucking wild, like I’m a starved man, and the only thing that can satisfy this hunger is her . As I keep licking and sucking her clit, I slip a finger between her folds, which grants me a moan.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” she cries out as I add a second finger.
Her moans are a sweet symphony to my ears, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with those throaty delicious sounds.
“You look so damn sexy moaning for me, begging me to not stop,” I say with a smirk, then lick her center once again, coating my tongue with her sweet; delicious arousal.
My fingers slide in and out on a steady rhythm as I keep licking and sucking her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her unravel before me. Looking up, the sight of her brings a satisfaction nothing else can. Her messy hair, flushed face, and peaked nipples make her look irresistible. She’s a work of fucking art. My muse, and I’m just a starved artist, wanting to explore her.
I’m a successful man, with many businesses, money, you name it. I can have any materialistic thing I want. But she’s all I fucking want. All of her.
Curling my fingers, I seek her sensitive spot, and she tenses for a moment before surrendering herself to the pleasure, her hips moving in rhythm with my touch .
“Right there. Please don't stop,” she begs, her eyes rolling back, her legs shaking slightly.
She looks like a goddess, and I’m more than willing to worship her. I'd do anything for her. My movements remain steady as her pussy grips my fingers. The room is filled with the sound of her moans and her wetness, and there’s just something so euphoric about it, it’s making me painfully hard.
“Be a good girl and keep riding my fingers, don’t you dare stop,” I suck her clit one last time, placing enough pressure that makes her moan and squirm beneath me. I lock her legs in place, not letting her move as I keep sucking eagerly as she’s coming. Drinking every ounce of her, her taste is a heady cocktail I never want to stop sipping. She’s still riding her wave, moaning and softly riding my face.
Once she comes down from her post-orgasm haze, my gaze locks with hers as I bring the fingers that were inside of her to my mouth and lick them clean, not wanting to waste that sweet nectar of hers.
I let out a groan as I savor her. “Deliziosa.” Delicious .
I get up, kissing her softly, my eyes finding hers once again, silently seeking permission.
“What are you standing there for?” she purrs, licking her lips. “Fuck me.”
Those words instantly switch something primal in me. I swiftly grab her and place her legs around my waist and I walk us to her bedroom. Placing her on the bed, I pepper her neck with kisses as my hands caress her thighs, her calves. I just can’t seem to stop touching her.
Her lips find mine and she kisses me with such fervor, I get lost in the taste of her. The smell of her. We don’t break apart, not even for one second. It’s like we're each other’s lifeline, and we’re afraid we’ll run out of breath if we stop kissing each other.
Her hands roam my chest and abdomen until she arrives at my waist, eagerly unzipping my jeans. Before throwing my jeans on the floor, I take out my wallet and retrieve a condom, rolling it on quickly. My body thrums with excitement; expectation. I’m more than fucking ready to be inside of her, to see her unravel beneath me.
She lays on her back, her eyes gleaming as she admires every inch of my naked form.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask with a smirk.
“Mhm,” she nods, “and wondering how I'm going to fit you inside of me.”
Climbing on top of her, I make sure not to put any of my weight on her. Grabbing a fist of her hair, I expose her neck and lick it intently. She tastes like sweet poison, and I’m more than happy to drink from her. Her body shivers with goosebumps as my warm tongue travels from her neck to the nip of her ear.
“Don’t worry about that, Tesoro . Enjoy the moment,” I whisper in her ear, nipping it softly .
Getting on my knees, I open her legs wide. Slowly, I start to slide inside of her, my gaze lowers to that spot between us, satisfaction flooding through my veins as I watch—no, admire —how my cock slides inside of her. Her pussy grips me tight, and I stifle a groan by biting the inside of my cheek. I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman right now, giving her the chance to adjust to my size, but the feel of her warm tight pussy is dizzying, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to my sanity.
She gasps and closes her eyes as I slide one more inch inside of her, giving her time to adjust.
I place my hand on the back of her neck and squeeze it gently. “Aria, look at me. Look at me as I slide my cock inside of you. Watch how fucking wild you drive me, Tesoro . I want you to see how good we look together.”
She obeys without protest, and locks her gaze on mine as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, bringing our bodies closer and causing me to slide inside of her more than I was planning to.
“I can’t hold on any longer. I need to feel all of you, Damian. Now ,” she begs.
The little sanity I had left that was hanging by a thread just snaps and I fill her to the hilt. The way her pussy grips my cock is an exhilarating sensation, a perfect tight fit. I pick up the pace, as her nails dig into my back, causing a delicious form of pain .
“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” I whisper in her ear, giving it a soft bite.
Oh, the things I could do to this woman. The things I could say. I’d give the world to her, no questions asked. Our bodies move together in a symphony of need and desire. She wraps her legs around me, drawing us even closer as our moans and the rhythmic sounds of our bodies fill the room. It’s an out-of-body experience. I’m in a trance, enveloped in the way she looks, the way she feels, and the way she smells. I worship her body with my mouth, with my cock. Make her fucking mine with every thrust. My balls tighten as we keep moving at a faster pace. Our movements become sloppy and needy, demanding release.
I lift both of her legs and place them on top of my shoulders, the position allowing me to dive even deeper. So deep I thought it was impossible to feel her even more, but I do. As I hit the sensitive spot, her pussy tightens around my cock, and I eagerly keep thrusting, wanting nothing more than to bring her another moment of sweet release.
Grabbing her face as she moans my name, I force her to look into my eyes. “Be a good fucking girl and come for me, now , Aria. Do it.” My voice hits a deep octave with a low growl. I can’t hold on any longer, and she needs to let go before I do.
She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as her pussy starts milking my cock, her orgasm unraveling as I thrust once more. She’s riding the wave of her release, and my body shivers, my head spinning as I’m coming with her. The sensation is overwhelming, and so, so good. As our high subsides, I gently slip out of her and kiss her forehead before laying her on my chest. I take off the condom and throw it in the small trash can next to the bed.
We both lay there, trying to calm our breathing. Looking at the ceiling, my mind races with so many thoughts and emotions I’ve never experienced in my life. With her, I’ve found something I didn’t know I was missing. When I said I was all in, I meant it, with my whole fucking heart. The feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying, though. I’m not a hopeful man, much less a dreamer, but there’s something I know for certain: I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her by my side, forever .