The Husband Beside Me(45)

“You don't control me. I am going to do what I think is best for you and for her,” I fired back.

“Damn it, Addie! You want me to say it? Is that it? She’s my mother, an alcoholic who takes pills to survive. I don’t want her to taint you, just like you don’t want your shit to taint me,” he barked.

Daimon’s breathing was labored as he held his ground. His hands were by his waist as he glared at me, his wondrous eyes, a watery blue. His words were a threat, but his eyes begged me to listen. I relented and walked to him. I stood before him as I reached out my hand and held his face. He lowered his head as silent tears fell onto my palm. I reached out with my other hand and pulled him in. He came willingly into my arms. We both collapsed onto the ground as I held him. Hearing his soft cries only made it more agonizing. I held him until he stopped. His pain was so real and heart wrenching that I couldn’t help but want to hold him closer still. I pulled him in as tightly as I could, but Daimon pushed me away. He stood up and turned his back to me.

“Don’t you dare pull away from me, not now,” I snapped. “It’s okay to hurt, Daimon. You’re not a machine.”

“I’m going upstairs,” he said quietly.

“Daimon, it doesn’t make you any less of a man if you cry. It’s your mother. Of course it’s going to hurt. Her leaving caused you pain.” But Daimon ignored me as he continued up the stairs. “Can’t you at least trust me and let me in? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Daimon disappeared upstairs in our bedroom. “Why can’t you just let me in?” I shouted out in frustration.

I eventually walked into the bedroom. The lights were off as Daimon lay on the bed. I closed the door leaving Drako outside. Slowly walking around the bed, I undid the small knot that held my silk robe together, which hid my simple white slip. My skin peppered with goose bumps as my nerves got the better of me. Daimon lay with his eyes closed. He had changed into his regular long lounge pants and nothing else. I eased myself slowly down onto the bed.

“Stay the hell away from me,” he breathed.

His voice shook, edged with pain. He raised his arm over his eyes, blocking me from seeing him. I didn’t say anything. All I did was allow my heart to rule me. I let it take over because if not, I didn’t think I would have the courage to do what I knew I wanted to. I felt my stomach flutter as I reached out slowly, but I pulled back afraid of what he’d do.

I stood up, wanting to leave, but I stopped short at the foot of the bed. I looked and before me lay Daimon. Taking a deep breath, I crawled over him. Daimon stirred as he moved his arm over to the side. His eyes widened as I straddled him. His breathing grew deeper as I leaned forward and gently rubbed my pussy along his semi-hard cock. I bit my lip as I lowered myself down onto his bare stomach and licked and kissed his abs. Daimon groaned as he watched me. My pussy clenched as I felt him grow. He rose up from the bed, his hand wrapping around my neck, and kissed me.

His tongue entered my mouth, searing it with his heat. I melted into him as I grabbed onto him from behind and pulled him, kissing him that much harder. I could taste his salty tears. My heart only ached even more as I licked the seam of his mouth. I reached my hand down between us and rose up onto my knees. I pushed back through the elastic waistband and pulled out his length. It was hot and molten to the touch. I rose up a bit higher and slowly eased down.

Daimon pulled away from my kiss and watched me as I took him in. His sky-blue eyes were hungrily eating me up as I sheathed him inside me. My head fell back and I closed my eyes as I clench my pussy around him. He felt absolutely perfect inside me. Daimon’s arms wrapped themselves around me as his hands dug into my hair. I let out a gasp as I rode him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my slick pussy fucked him. My head fell forward as I opened my eyes and looked down at him. We stared at each other, engrossed in our silent moment as I moved rhythmically up and down his thick shaft. I grabbed onto his shoulders, my nails digging in deep. He growled low in the back of his throat. I smiled wickedly as I reveled in his manly sounds.

Grabbing onto my head, he forced me down, his lips tenderly kissing mine. I continued moving, clenching my pussy. “Fuck,” he said in a tortured voice as he pulled away from me. I moved my hands up to his hair and pulled back as I nipped and bit at his neck. I rubbed my pussy harder onto his groin as I rode him. My clit beckoned to me, but I held back, wanting Daimon to be the one who I cared for now. My mind only thought of him.

Pushing him down onto the bed, I fucked him harder, needing the closeness, the hardness. Daimon’s chest rose as his head fell back. He bared his teeth as he grabbed onto my waist and mimicked my rhythm. Growling loudly, Daimon came, his cry making my overly-sensitive clit finally find its relief. I stayed straddled, softly milking Daimon of his cum.