Taming Damian(22)

Despite everything that had happened to me in the past few months, at that moment, my heart felt full and happy.

"Take me home, Damian. I'm ready to go home."





CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Damian



Two Month Later



Her lips were wet as they moved slowly down my body. Her eyes were  crazed with need as she looked up at me when she reached my erection. I  groaned as my cock pushed up toward her mouth, desperate for those lips  to slide down on it.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed those lips of yours. The things I'd do with you if we had more time."

"Like what?" Alexis gave me a devious smile as her fingers dug into my  chest and she positioned her mouth at the tip of my cock. She slowly  moved down lower and licked up the back side my shaft.

I groaned as my pelvis spasmed against the tease of her tongue. "Shit! I can't think when you're doing that."

"Was this what you had in mind?"

My pelvis clenched and I panted in pleasure as I felt her tongue circle the opening of my asshole.

"And this?" she purred deviously.

I groaned and threw my head back against the bed when I felt the tip of  her tongue enter my hole, causing my rock-hard cock to throb in agony,  desperate for an immediate release.

"Fuck! Don't play with me like that! You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you now!"

She giggled. "Why don't you show me?"

I watched her move her body seductively over me, her hips moving slowly  in a figure-eight movement. She bit her bottom lip as she gave me a  sinful smile and hovered her pussy inches above my cock.

I took my cue, not missing a beat, and grabbed her hips with my hands, pulling her pussy down onto my cock.

She cried out as she raked her fingers through her hair. Her hips obeyed my hands as they bounced up and down my shaft.

In a swift, controlled movement, I lifted my upper body up toward her  and pushed her back down against the other end of the bed. Now I was on  top of her, pinning her in place as I pounded freely inside her, pushing  gasps and screams out of her as I reached the apex of my climax.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I grunted in time with her yelps. "I'm almost there,  baby." I closed my eyes as the intensity of my orgasm took over.

"Damian!" I heard her scream. I felt hot liquid run down my cock and knew she had just come on me.

"Alex! Baby, you feel so gooood!" My head jerked back, and within seconds, I exploded inside her.

"Damian! What's wrong with you?!" I felt someone shake my arm.

"Wha-" My eyes flew open, and I saw Alexis staring down at me in concern.

I gasped for air as sweat rolled down my face.

"Were you having a nightmare?"

"No," I panted. "Not at all." I looked under the comforter and saw that I had come on myself.

"Are you all right?"

I met Alexis's eyes and laughed. "Yes. I just came in my sleep, so it was anything but a nightmare."

"Oh." She gave me a curious look. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Making love to you." I smirked and licked my lips as I pulled her down  on top of my lap. "I can certainly go for a round two with the body and  pussy of the real Alex."

She giggled and pushed me away. "All you think about is sex?"

"Of course. I'm a man," I said matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood," I retorted, feeling slightly rejected.                       
       
           



       

"Of course. I'm a woman," she threw back at me as she got up and walked  toward the bathroom door. She paused at the frame of the door and turned  back to me. She sighed and looked down at the floor. "Sorry. I didn't  mean that."

"It's fine. I know." I did know. I knew she was going through a lot, and  sex was the last thing on her mind. But the selfish part of me, the  part that constantly craved sex-especially with Alexis-wasn't okay with  the pent-up energy that had been brewing inside me for the past two  months.

"Come on. Get dressed. We have another doctor's appointment today."

I nodded solemnly as I watched the bathroom door close between us. I  looked back down at the mess dripping down my leg and shook my head.

"Would have been nice if that hadn't been a dream," I muttered.

***

"I'm so glad Izzy is healthy." Alexis grinned at the new sonogram photo that was taken at this morning's ultrasound exam.

"Me too." I smiled over at Alexis.

"We're already at the halfway mark!" She reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I know. Twenty-two weeks!" I took her hand and intertwined her fingers with mine.

As I drove us from the hospital to our Lamaze class, I thought about how  surprised I had been when I saw the baby show up on the monitor. So  much had changed in the baby since the first sonogram photo we'd  received a few months ago. The reality of her coming into our lives was  becoming more real and tangible by the day. And as this reality began to  set in inside of me, I felt my body tighten as I pictured myself as a  father. Damian Castillo-the man who made women's panties drop to the  ground from just a glance-is going to be a father. And a father to a  girl at that! I inhaled sharply as I felt panic snake through my body.

"You can put this photo on your fridge since I have the other one on mine."

I heard the excitement in her voice, and I tried to feel the same way.

"Okay. I will." How could I tell Alexis that I felt completely freaked  out? How could I tell her that I wasn't sure if I would be a good  father? I'm not ready! a voice inside me screamed out, demanding  attention.

Then Alexis started to giggle.

I looked over at her. She was still staring at the sonogram photo.

"What's so funny?"

"I was a thumb sucker too," she laughed as she looked down at the photo showing the baby sucking on her thumb.

"How am I not surprised by that?" I teased.

"Hey! I resent that."

"What?" I looked at her and kept a straight face. "I know very well how  well you can suck. And now I know it's from all those years of  experience." I burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, gasping  for oxygen.

True to form, her free hand smacked my shoulder playfully. She rolled her eyes at me and laughed along.

When the laughter died down, I smiled and looked over at Alexis. My  smile disappeared as I felt a pang of sadness. Her normal sun-kissed  skin, rosy cheeks, and shiny brown hair were gone. In their place were  her sunken-in cheeks, a pale complexion, and a scarf wrapped around her  head. She was halfway through her chemotherapy, and I could see the toll  it was taking on her body and spirit. I'd known early on that every day  would have its struggles, but I hadn't realized how much strain  everything would be to our relationship.

I parallel-parked in front of the Lamaze class and looked over at her.

"Ready?" She smiled at me encouragingly.

I groaned. "Not really."

She laughed. "Thanks for coming with me. You've been wonderful."

I chuckled. "I know. I dare you to call me Mr. Wonderful when we're inside. That'd be a nice repayment."

She snorted and shook her head. "Don't you mean Damian ‘Wonderful' Castillo? The man with the many middle names?"

"Nah. No need to be so formal with your boyfriend. Mr. Wonderful will do." He flashed a crooked grin and winked at me.

"If you don't embarrass me, I may consider it," she teased back.

"Hmm. That, I can't promise."

An hour later, we had finished the breathing and stretching exercises  and we were going into the hour-long discussion portion of the class. We  were sitting on mats in a large, open room with nine other couples. I  looked around and saw the same sense of dread I felt painted on most of  the men in the room. God, let's get this over with.

I smiled at Alexis as we faced each other when the Lamaze teacher  addressed the class. The teacher was showing us a slideshow that was  playing against the back wall of the room and talking about what to  expect during childbirth and all the feelings we would go through. She  reminded me of all the hippie women in long, flowing dresses who used to  lay out on the open lawn area in from of the Main Library at U.C.  Berkeley during my college years. They would get high on home-grown weed  and talk about their new-age ideas about the world and their existence  in it. As I listened to her talk, I found it increasingly hard to take  her seriously.                       
       
           



       

I wanted to be anywhere but here. But I was here for Alexis, and I knew  she would be disappointed if I hadn't gone with her. Plus, I didn't want  her to find someone else to go with her, especially since Chris had  admitted to me during his fit of anger that he still wanted Alexis for  himself. Fucker!