Scared To Love You Again

15

Leila

The flowers. The limousine. The restaurant. This man. This man. THIS MAN!? Lord, have mercy. This man right here... Damian went all out to make me feel like the most special woman in this world. No other man has ever treated me the way that he has tonight. I just can't get enough of him. I'm definitely gonna get him back for what he pulled in the limo, though. I need all of him and I mean right now!

We're back at his penthouse. I had him take the chocolate cake to go, cause I definitely got plans for it later. We haven't stopped sucking on each other's faces since we got off the elevator. Still not breaking from our sloppy kisses, I help Damian out of his jacket. Flinging it to God knows where. In one move, he rips open his shirt popping all the buttons and revealing his beautifully, muscled torso.

I never really got a good feel of his body, so why not take advantage of the opportunity right now? Finally, removing my lips from his, I trail both my hands from his abs to his warm chest. All the way to the small chain wrapped around his neck. I tuck my finger into the front of the material, hauling him forward as I back into the island.

He eagerly picks me up by my thighs and places me on top of the counter. Damian standing between my legs, I pull him closer by his shirt as if I wanted him in my skin. Tuh. Cause I do. His eyes carry a lustful craving prompting me to slam my lips against him again. He groans at my prominent actions, but quickly retreats from our passionate endearment.

"Baby.." his deep voice sends waterfalls trickling down my thigh. "Two seconds. Okay?" Damian palms my cheeks leaving a peck to my lips. "Don't go anywhere."

As soon as he disappears down the hall, I do the opposite of what he tells me and target my way towards the stainless steel refrigerator. I will never understand why men hardly have a damn thing in their fridge, but luckily I was able to find a little sumn sumn to go with the cake. Plucking whipped cream from the side door.

"Looking for something, sweetheart?" My heart drops as I'm startled by his masculine tone behind me.

I clutch my chest. I'm not even gonna lie I'm embarrassed. "I was just... um.. I was tryna find.." Damian's intense stare causes me to stumble as he inches closer to me. I don't understand how I've known my man this long and he still manages to make me nervous.

He takes the can out of my hand and places it on the counter. "I thought I told you not to move."

"No. You said not to go anywhere. I'm still where you left me." I retort back.

"Really?" He looks down at me with such determination and swoops me into bridal style. "Cause I could've sworn I left you... here." Traveling back around the island, Damian lays me flat against the cold surface. "I see you're still hard headed." He roughly pulls me to the edge causing my dress to roll upwards. My legs wide open. "Don't worry, though.." Damian snatches the rest of his shirt off. Oh. "We're gonna fix that right now."

I suck in a sharp gasp when his mouth falls to my wet and sensitive core. My back arches at his direct connection. "Ohhhh myy Goddd," I pant. His large hand reaches over my body, pulling my dress down to expose my bare breasts.

Damian continues to devour my waxed pussy by viciously licking me up and down. Using his thumb to caress my clit. He groans, eating my soft pleasure like there's a famine. I pride my fingers through his hair. Lightly gripping every time he hits my sweet spot. "Babyyy... wait..."