My face told my father that we’d have a guest at the table that night. He nodded and smiled at me.
“Thank you, dad,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “I love you.”
“And me you, sweetheart,” he replied as he left the kitchen.
Damien glanced at me. I could swear he actually looked shy.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized again.
Taking his hand I replied softly, “Come on.”
He followed me upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside I closed the door. Damien stood with his back to the door.
“This is weird,” he said, his eyes taking in the detail of my bedroom. “I’ve never felt this awkward before. It’s like …” His hands flapped at his sides. “Bloody hell, Kylie, I’m actually worried about making a move. What the hell is happening to me?”
“You don’t seem as gung-ho as you usually do, Damien,” I teased with a grin and a sideways tilt of my head. “Are you worried ‘cause we’re in my dad’s house?”
Damien nodded, his eyes widening. “Yeah, maybe a little bit.”
“Would it bother you if I asked you to fuck me?” I replied with a whisper. I watched Damien’s face as I unbuttoned my jeans. “Because that’s what I want right now. I want your big cock, Damien. I want your mouth and your fingers and that gorgeous fucking cock.”
I felt the warmth flood between my legs while the breath caught in my throat from the sudden, urgent need to be loved by Damien Taylor. It was my turn now, my turn to be boss.
“You’re beautiful,” Damien said, sending the same message with his eyes.
I felt beautiful under that intense gaze as I stripped out of my jeans and pulled the tee-shirt over my head. When I reached back to unfasten my bra and felt his stare on my bare breasts it felt like it was the first time I’d ever let him see me naked. Things were so different now. I still felt the same bubbling yearning for Damien to be inside me; I was still oiling with lust between my legs; I still wanted his hands to roam over my body and for his fingers to find that place inside me that made me scream with pleasure, but now he’d declared his love our connection went so much deeper than just being together physically.
Listening to Damien downstairs had shown me how fragile and vulnerable he could be. He had the tough, macho image but wasn’t afraid to bare his soul to me. He trusted me enough to hand me his heart, and for me to carry that dependence was a responsibility I didn’t take lightly.
When I turned my back to Damien I peeled my underwear down my legs, deliberately bending at the waist to reveal the oyster of my sex to him. I knew he could see my pussy pouting between my thighs like that, and I hoped the sight of me so lewdly exposed would inflame him with overwhelming lust.
I heard him gasp a moment before his hands grabbed my hips.
“Oh!” I cried, startled by my lover’s quick, silent approach.
“Kneel on the bed,” Damien growled, his confidence apparently renewed. “Spread your legs and push your hips up.”
I complied, resting straight-armed on my bed with my ass thrust upwards. God, I felt so bare like that, just like our first time in Paris. I knew he could see everything like that, all of me.
“What are you going to do?” I murmured when I felt his fingers splay the cheeks of my ass.
He didn’t speak. I just felt a warm waft of his breath across the moist part of me before his tongue wriggled and squirmed into my pussy.
I gasped as he explored my body with his tongue, groaning when he dabbed at the other dark and intimate place. To feel him there shocked me, but sent a delicious shiver of the taboo through me at the same time.
Damien’s palm swatted down hard on my butt and I yelped with surprise. Twice more I felt the sting of his hand on my ass; I’d never been spanked before and I decided I liked it.
Damien pushed my rump and sent me sprawling headlong onto the bed before he climbed up next to me with his pants undone and the length of him, so urgent and ready in his fist.
“Suck it,” he growled.
Rolling onto my side I got him there quickly with my mouth and my hands. The stuff pumped out of him while Damien knelt on my bed and grunted his release.
Ignoring the slide of Damien’s outpouring over my breasts, chest and stomach, I lay on my back. “Get me there, too,” I squealed. “Lick me, Damien. I need to cum. Please, baby.”
I came twice on my lover’s face before he almost ripped off his clothes and eased his hard body over mine, his tight butt and legs between my widespread thighs. I expected him to go at me like a bull, but Damien grew suddenly tender, his eyes filled with love for me.