Chapter 29
Ivy
He loves me. At first, I wasn’t sure if my ears were playing tricks on me or not. These past three months have been the happiest I have ever been. Damien has spent his time wooing me. Taking me out on romantic dates, impressing not only me, but Lake as well with vacations. After Lake started expressing an interest in motor racing, Damien took us all to watch the Grand Prix in Monaco. I thought we would sit in the terraces, but no. He took us on his yacht and we watched the race there. It was fun to watch it, that was, that’s for sure. It made Lake’s week. Or even year. Watching excitedly as the cars as they passed by made me interested in the race as well. And as if that was not enough, Damien had another gift. He set up a meet and greet with one of the drivers of Lake’s favorite team and the driver found Lake so charming he invited him to sit in his car. Lake was so overjoyed we heard nothing else but the Monaco for the next few weeks.
“You’re spoiling him,” I said to Damien the night of the meet and greet. “You can’t indulge him every time he gets a new hobby.”
Damien came from behind as I was brushing my hair and closed his arms around me. “He’s already talking about carting. Who knows, he might be his generation’s champion racer.”
I tried to ignore his lips, nuzzling my neck and creating thrills down my spine. “That’s because he heard about go-carts from Martinez. I’m sure Lake would frog march for the next month if his favorite racer told him that’s how you walk.”
“Mmm…I would rather not talk about Lake and racing right now.” Damien walked us backward into bed and made love to me. This was the first time since our agreement, we were in bed together. He took his time seducing me. Kissing, licking, and biting each nipple until I was thrashing on the bed. Then he entered me. I’m sure that is the day we conceived this pregnancy. It was two months ago and we’ve been closer since, but when I found out I was pregnant, I wasn’t sure he would want the baby.
It took lots of courage on my part to reveal the pregnancy to him. He has no idea how relieved I am that he wants this child. Even though I now know he had a minor part to play in refusing Lake, I still wasn’t sure if he would want another child. Damien’s life before us was one of a fully fledged bachelor. A man known for working hard and playing even hard. But even that has changed. He bought a sedan to replace his sports car. He doesn’t seem to work the long hours he’s famous for. Some days he comes to work earlier than me. And most of the days he helps to raise Lake, not as a hobby, like some Dads do, but as someone invested in his son’s life. The more we stay together, the more I realize how easy it is to fall in love with him. I’ve always wondered if he loves me back. If his gifts and special attention is because he wants to repent for what he did, but now. Now I know.
“Damien,” I start, not sure what else to say after such a love confession.
“You don’t have to say anything, darling.” He lifts me and carries me in his arms. “I want to show how much I love you. That’s the only way you can understand.”
My gaze goes to Lake’s room as we pass it by. “But Lake.”
“Is busy with his candy,” Damien says as he opens the door to his room, to our room, and lays me on the bed. My gaze goes to the door, my mind still on Lake. He might start looking for us after he’s done counting. “Fine,” Damien says as though reading my thoughts, “I’ll check up on him. Smiling, he leaves and a moment later, he comes back. He’s already asleep. He fell asleep with candy all over his bed. I’ve sorted it out and covered him up with a blanket. Happy now?”
I nod and I am about to say yes, but Damien shuts any words I was about to say with a kiss. He is gentle and slow. As though he has all the time in the world, but I know this is a tease. Damien gets a little frantic once he’s aroused and I doubt he will keep this pace, especially when—“Oh!” Damien has already unbuttoned my blouse, drew down my bra, and is biting my nipple. The pain comes with a sensational pleasure that makes me press his head down for me. He’s more than happy to oblige. He assaults the other nipple just as he did the first. Licking, sucking, biting, until I am crying in anguish. In need of release.
He stands up and removes his suit, making me chuckle. “I thought fucking me in a green goblin suit was one of your fetishes,” I say.
“Not at all, but if it is yours. I am happy to oblige.” He pauses in the middle of dropping the pants. I shake my head, laughing. “Going.” He slides them halfway. “Gone.” And removes them completely. He joins me again on the bed and swallows my laughter with a kiss. He removes my clothes faster than he removes his until I am as naked as him. Instead of going on top of me like I thought, he goes behind me, throws away the pillows to the floor, and sits up, legs open wide. He repositions me so that I am sitting between his legs with my back against his chest. His lips go to my neck and he slowly kisses me as his hands wander down my body, caressing and squeezing me as though he can’t get enough of me.
“You’re like a drug,” he whispers against my neck. “I don’t know why I ever thought I would have enough of you. I will never have enough.”
I bend my neck to give more access, and he nips at my nape just as his fingers enter me. He nudges my legs wide open and thrusts his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. I press my back against him as the sensation he is causing at my center spreads around my body and close my eyes as I savor his masterful strokes. He takes my wetness and rubs it against my clit as he whispers, “Open your eyes and see how beautiful you are.” I do. “Your pussy is glistening with your cum.” He dips into my pussy and rubs the juice around my nipples. I writhe and moan in pleasure. My backside rides against his hard dick. But he still continues his ministrations.
“Give me your cock,” I say in a strangled voice, my hand wandering to his erection.
“No.” He slaps my hand away and continues to drive me insane with his magical fingers. They’re all over my body. His right-hand rubs my clit, while his left caresses my breasts and wanders up and down my body. I feel my toes curl as the wave of pleasure approaches and washes over me. My body jerks and my pussy squeezes Damien’s fingers as I moan in ecstasy. We stay in the same position as I gather my energy while Damien drops lazy kisses on my neck, nape, and cheek from time to time. The kisses are spontaneous and they keep the sexual energy between us flowing.
My hand goes to his cock, he moans when I make contact. I clasp him and stoke. He is hard as a rock, but instead of indulging in the pleasure I am offering, he swipes my hand away again, lifts me, and flips me onto the bed so that I am under him and he is over me. “Couldn’t take it any longer?” I say arching my back and angling my pussy toward his cock. He presses me down and smiles before sliding down my body and stopping when he reaches my pussy. His tongue laps at my center. I moan in surprise. He begins another attack on m pussy, this time with his tongue. Going slowly, at first, as though he’s worshipping me, licking and lapping as though he has all the time in the world. Then thrusting his tongue inside me, mimicking an act I so desperately desire. The second orgasm takes longer to come, but he draws it out of me so patiently that by the time I reach the peak, I thrash and whimper, my words barely inaudible as I scream his name.
Damien comes back up again and kisses me on the mouth, my taste on his tongue. Tasting myself on him is heady and pleasing in a primal way I don’t fully understand. His cock is still hard, pushing against my pussy. I put my arms around him and draw him down to me. “Am I not too heavy for you?” He asks softly.
“On the contrary, I love how your body feels against mine. Like we were always meant to be like this.” His cock nudges just a little at my entrance and I push myself against it. He tries to draw back, but desire is controlling him now. “Fuck.” He groans against my neck as I press my pussy on his cock. Angling myself, so his head enters an inch. “Fuck me Ivy, I said tonight is for you.”
I press against and another inch enters. His groan is louder this time, but he doesn’t withdraw. “What if what I want is for you to be inside me?”
“Fuck Ivy.” He slides another half of an inch in. “Fuck,” he says as he buries his cock to the hilt. “You feel so good, oh god.” His words are strained with naked desire. He doesn’t slow down or take his time. His strokes are fast and maniacal. Like a man possessed, he makes love like I am the last person he will ever sleep with. Even though he takes his pleasure, he gives so much in return. He always makes sure to pay attention to my needs. He tongues my nipples when he feels my desire waning. Damien kisses me to show me how much he is loving what we’re doing. He thrusts harder and faster until I can no longer take it anymore and as another wave of orgasm reaches me, I feel Damien go rigid and then his cock pulsates as he comes inside me. My pussy walls milk his cock as we come together.
“Oh fuck,” he screams, “I love you so much,” as he melts on top of me.
I clutch his head and slip my hands into his silky hair. “I love you too,” I whisper in his ear. He jolts onto his elbow and looks down at me. “Do you?”
“Of course. I’ve loved you longer than you’ve loved me.”
He bends down and gives me the sweetest kiss he has ever given me. Full of promise of what is yet to come. “And I was a fool to not see it.”
The End