“D-Damon,” I called out to him in the midst of my cries. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”
“Baby you don’t have to beg twice,” he answered and pulled down on my shorts and panties in one go. As soon as my pussy was free and exposed he dropped everything and made his way down until his tongue found its way between my legs.
“Aah, oh God it’s so good,” I moaned out as Damon began to devour my soft, tight little pussy. He lashed out with his tongue and ravaged the lips of my flesh like a hungry animal. He didn’t stop and continued to dig in like I was his last meal on Earth.
“F-fuck, fuck!” I yelled out when he began to apply pressure and kisses not just against my lips and walls, but also on my clit. Merely rubbing his lips against it sent shockwaves across my body and I shuddered as he pressed on.
My fingers clawed at him, raking through his hair and down his back, but he welcomed my wild enthusiasm and rewarded me with a soft slap on my tits. I growled and smiled back at him, my eyes squinted in pure ecstasy.
Damon undid his pants quicker than I could see and he had his monstrous cock dangling down at me in no time. I grabbed it like an anxious schoolgirl and squeezed tight. Even then, with all my effort, I couldn’t wrap my hand and fingers around the girth of his meat. It was that big.
A quick moment of silence and uncertainty passed between us. In that moment I saw him look into my eyes. Even in that short amount of time, I saw the depth of his affection for me and perhaps some essence of pity. I didn’t know why but it made me feel warmer inside instead of angry and unsure.
“Damon,” I whispered before our dance of lust would continue. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Do you love me still?”
“Fuck me and let’s find out,” I answered vaguely, with the sultriest voice I could muster. That was the kinkiest
thing I had ever said in my life and I could only hope that it would lead to the inevitable climax I was hoping for.
Fortunately for me, it did. Damon didn’t waste another breath with words and plunged his cock into my warm and aching pussy. As soon as he thrust in and penetrated through my flesh and walls I felt a surge of pain like nothing before. The shock reverberated through my body, from head to toes, but instead of pushing him away I welcomed him closer. I wanted more and as he gave more I felt the pain wash away and it was replaced with nothing but a mind-numbing ocean of pleasure.
Everything faded into the background – even my conscious mind. There was nothing important at the moment but the way our bodies melded into one. My moans echoed through the walls of his condo and our bodies washed with sweat and cum.
I couldn’t recall how many times I came that day. I just knew that I did and my orgasms further locked my mind away in some faraway place. It was a long while before I came to see our surroundings and it was after a few minutes after that I realized we had taken a nap in his bedroom instead of the couch we began having sex on. When I turned to my side, however, I saw Damon was gone.
At first I panicked and thought he had left me there. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d wake up after having sex with him just to see him gone. Yet a few minutes after I heard clanging in the kitchen and it occurred to me he was making coffee.
I smiled, sat up and waited for him to return.
7
Damon
When I got back in the room Emilia was already awake. It was just marvelous to see her naked and seated up on my bed. She was hotter than any other girl I’ve ever had. Even now it was shocking how I had ignored her for so long.
“Hey,” I greeted as I walked back in and handed her a mug of black coffee. I placed mine down on the bedside table and snuggled back right beside her on the bed. She took her coffee, sipped, and with her other hand grabbed my cock and gave it a quick squeeze.
“Mmm, that’s so good,” I exclaimed when she stroked my shaft. Her touch was so delicious it was getting me hard all over again. “You’re so good.”
Emilia giggled and blushed. She then told me, “Okay, I’ll spit it out: I’m the one who broke the ‘no sex’ rule we had.”
I laughed and hugged her tightly, “I wasn’t going to stop you. I’ve been thinking about you ever since college, you know?”
“Really? So why’d you leave me?”
Fuck. I knew that question would come up and I didn’t really have a good answer. I squeezed her with my embrace and just blurted out the truth.
“You want the honest truth?” I asked. “I didn’t intend to leave you. I just did, for no real rhyme or reason. I had NFL try-outs back then, you were going to leave town for your business pursuits and I figured it would have been just a one-night stand…”
She nudged me with her elbow and sneered, “So I was really just a one-night stand?”
“No, actually, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There were times when I wanted to email you, message you on Facebook or call you.”
“So why didn’t you?” she asked me.
I sipped my coffee and placed it back on the bedside table, “I was nervous, scared and unsure. I didn’t know if you were mad at me or if there was a chance we’d get to be together the way we are now.”