Page 13 of Love Me Forever

We get back into our seats on the couch and eat in comfortable silence. Not really needing to talk, but just enjoying each other’s company.

When Amelia groans out loud, “Oh my gosh, this is the best pizza ever.” I laugh.

“Never had Angelo’s Pizza before, I take it?”

“No, I usually grab some microwave meals, or meal prep for the week. Then on Sunday’s I’ll go somewhere different. But pizza on my own, no way, I’d eat it all and I don’t need that to go to my hips.”

“We’ll have to make sure we have more Friday nights like this,” I respond.

“I’d like that, I’ll pay next time.”

“That won’t happen.”

“What do you mean that won’t happen?” she asks.

“You won’t be paying, Baby. I take care of that when you’re with me. My mom raised me better than that. My woman isn’t paying for our food. Not when I want you here with me, more and more each day.”

“Oh,” her lips are shaped in that “O” form again and it makes me think how she’d look while I worked my cock in and out of her mouth. Would she swallow me down, take my whole length, or would she gag? I have to resituate how I’m sitting to cover the hard on I’m sporting now.

“Yea, Amelia. I got you, Gorgeous.” I say as I get back to eating our dinner and drinking a beer before we settle in for the night.

Chapter Fourteen

Amelia

After we’re through with dinner, I’m whooped, and I still have to get up tomorrow and work. I rise from the couch and clear our dinner dishes and ask, “Damien, do you mind if I hop in the shower?”

“Not at all, make yourself at home. Towels are on the shelf,” he replies.

As much as I’d like him to join me, I’m not sure I could voice that at this moment. Maybe someday down the road I won’t be so shy, but today isn’t that day. I head towards the master bedroom suite, Damien already put my bag on the bench at the foot of the bed. I grab my sleep tank and shorts, plus my toiletry bag, heading towards the bathroom. His bathroom is much bigger than the postage stamp one I have at home. I’m so excited to take a shower and not have to bump my elbows on the wall or have the shower curtain billowing into my body.

I’m under the water, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, about to put conditioner in it, when I feel a cold gust of wind and the bottle is taken out of my hands. I gasp aloud and I look over my shoulder, seeing Damien in all of his naked Greek god body glory. His hands are massaging the conditioner into my hair, forcing me to turn back around, when all I want is to stare at him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he growls. “I knew you’d be. You in here, naked with water sluicing down your body. There was not a single fucking chance I wasn’t getting in here with you,” he murmurs into my ear.

When it’s time for me to rinse, I turn and gawk. His tanned body is a work of art, you can tell he works out. He’s muscular but not in the over induced gym type. I see a tattoo on the side of his body, and I can’t wait to see what it is.

Before I know it, he has his hands on my body, my head tips back and I moan as he slowly takes the wash cloth and begins to wash my body thoroughly. My nipples are pebbled, and I can feel the wetness dripping from my center. I want Damien that badly. He makes his way down my body and I see he’s now on his knees as he takes one of my legs, slowly and leisurely washing one and then lifting the other and doing the same. He drops the washcloth and uses his hands to remove the bubbles the soap made.

I look down and see his eyes dark with need and he’s slowly moving towards my center nipping slowly as he trails towards where I want him most.

“Damien, please,” I plead.

“Don’t worry, Gorgeous. I’m about to worship this body,” he grumbles before he starts slowly licking my clit. Thank goodness he backed me against the wall before hoisting one of my legs over his shoulder as he starts to feast on me. My legs are shaking, it feels that freaking good. I’ve never had this in all my life, sure I’ve read about it and maybe I’ve even watched it a little, but I never knew how it could feel in real life. I may beg him to never leave me now. As he devours me with his tongue, he slowly works one finger into my pussy. It’s a tight fit, I haven’t told him this is my first time, ever. Moaning loudly, I try to cover my mouth, so I don’t scream the house down and make the neighbors wonder what’s really going on. I look back down and see he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, it has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s long and thick. I’m not exactly sure how that will fit inside of me. He continues to lick my clit and slowly inserts his thumb into me. I feel his finger at my ass, not inserting just applying pressure back there. I start seeing stars as an orgasm overtakes me, my first orgasm that’s not self-induced.

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