She’s young and it has already broken her heart when her father left. As much as it pains me to say, I don’t want her to lose another man in her life. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so put off about the idea of even dating in the past. It’s rough, and you never know if it will last. But with Damon, there isn’t a doubt in my mind. We mesh so well together already, and there is a friendship in place.
Damon: I understand. But I know what I want... It’s you two... without any doubt.
Tess: 100%?
I sit on the couch waiting for his reply, but nothing. Did he need to think about it again? The clock shows six already, which means I’ll be getting Emily up in a little under an hour.
I hear a brief, quiet knock on the door. Who the heck is here so early? I open the door to find Damon with a box in his hands.
“What are you doing here?”
“I brought breakfast,” he says, placing the donuts on the counter.
“Listen.” He gets closer to me, putting his hands around my waist. “I’m going to say this again. You are what I want. I can’t lose you. Please know how serious I am.”
I look into his eyes and curl my hands over his shoulders. “I needed you to be sure.”
He pulls me in for a kiss that is sweet and passionate. Our eyes remain closed as we explore each other’s hungry mouths. Shivers run through my entire body from head to toe, and I can’t imagine that every kiss could be like ours. It isn’t too wet or too dry.
As he pulls away, it steals my breath. He leaves me wanting more.
The clock shows six fifteen and since he brought donuts, we have about half an hour until we have to wake up Emily.
“Where you going? We’ve got time.” He pulls me back in for another kiss; this time his hands wander down my back.
“But I barely know you.” I laugh.
“Would you like to get to know me more?” he asks, his voice filled with desire.
As I nod, he starts inching me toward the second bedroom, luckily not knocking down anything on our way.
He quietly shuts the door, and we proceed to the bed. “Right now, I just want to focus on you.”
My nightgown comes off over my head and into his hands as he raises an eyebrow when he notices I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Were you planning on me coming back this morning? ’Cause you look prepared.”
But before I can respond, he’s between my thighs, giving me the pleasure I have been missing. Yearning for. My body relaxes while his tongue moves faster.
“Use the pillow...”
My face is covered now, but I know it’s only a matter of time until I combust from the overwhelming sensation burning in my stomach. As his finger pushes inside of me, making me moan, it leaves me writhing around, begging for more.
“I want more.” My voice shakes.
I can feel the buildup coming, and as much as I want to let go, relax and enjoy, I can’t. He should get to feel the same pleasure as me.
“I want you.”
Instead of complying with my request, another finger is inside me, working in sync with his tongue until I’m on the cusp. My entire body tenses.
“Don’t. Let it come. Please,” he says, his voice growing deep.
“I... am... gonna...”
A loud moan, even through the pillow, erupts as I tighten around his fingers.
“See. You gotta let go,” he says, lying down next to me.