Page 18 of Love Me Forever

Chapter Eighteen

Amelia

Damien settles into bed beside me, I bring the topic up first. “Handsome, you know I mean it was obvious that was my first time.”

“Yea, knew that from the first time my fingers were inside you, knew to take care of what you were giving me.”

“Well then you, um, how do I say this?” I ask, stumbling over my words.

“Say it, Gorgeous. Don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me.”

“Umm. I’m not on birth control, Damien.” I say and he then immediately turns my head into his chest, he just came inside of me. What if he doesn’t want children, what if I just trapped him. The what if’s keep running through my head. I don’t want to be that female that was negligent. In fact, I shouldn’t have been. I should have gone to the doctor as soon as we started dating. Time just somehow got away from me.

“Amelia, look at me, Baby.” He tilts my chin, so I’m looking into his deep chocolate brown eyes. “Kinda assumed you weren’t on anything. I coulda wrapped up, I coulda pulled out. Didn’t want to, wanted to feel you surround me. Skin on skin, feel you coming around me and you feel me coming inside of you, and I gotta say, never thought I’d ever have that. Not with you, don’t want it with anyone else. You’re it for me. I want you now and I want you forever.” Our foreheads meet, it’s come to be our thing and I absolutely love that it’s ours and only ours. I close my eyes and soak in his words.

“I didn’t think I’d find my happy, but I found you.” I open my eyes and look into his.

“Yea, Baby. We found our happy,” he says as he moves into kiss me softly, before we settle back into bed.

I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face and being held tightly.

When I wake up Damien is still completely passed out, all of the traveling and time changes must have really taken a toll on him. I slowly get out of bed and feel a tinge of pain between my legs. I grimace, but it immediately turns into a grin. It was worth every second. I pull on a pair of panties, only having Damien’s shirt on from last night and walk into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. I get so distracted in making biscuits and gravy, all from scratch, if I ever made it out of a pre-made package, I think my grandmother would zap me with lightening. Before I know it, it’s almost noon and I hear Damien in the shower. I plate everything and take it out to the back porch, along with our coffee. I’m taking my seat when Damien comes out and greets me with a kiss and says “Afternoon, Gorgeous. Sorry about sleeping so late.”

“You were tired and I felt like getting up and working in the kitchen,” I reply back.

“Looks fuckin’ great and I’m starving. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he looks at me incredulously, “I promise, I’m okay,” I say as we settle in our seats to eat. We’re sitting in silence, it doesn’t bother me. Not in the least, I’m too busy devouring every morsel of food.

“Oh my gosh, I just pigged out right in front of you,” I say once my food is gone and I sit back. I look over at Damien and he is still eating. “Guess I was hungrier than I thought.”

“Gorgeous, you were worked over hard last night,” he says with a wink.

Chapter Nineteen

Damien

Fuck, having Amelia, taking her innocence. Seeing her with my cum running out of her pussy. It was more than I could have ever imagined, it gets me hard just thinking about it. Let alone seeing Amelia sitting in front of me eating breakfast that she cooked for me in nothing but my tee shirt. It’s fucking humbling to have this much good in my life.

“Babe, want you to meet my mom next weekend,” I say. She’s got her head tilted back while the sun is beaming down on her face.

“Oh, umm…okay. I can do that. Just let me know which day.”

“Probably next Sunday, that’s usually her down day,” I watch her face as it breaks out into a smile.

“Maybe we can have her over here and have brunch?” she asks.

“Yea, I think she’d like that. Come here, Gorgeous,” I grumble out. She scoots back her chair, as she does this, I can see a glimpse of her bare pussy through her lace panties, where my shirt gathers to her hips. I lick my lips, knowing I’ll be taking this to the couch in a matter of minutes. I want my mouth on her pussy, but I don’t want the world to see what’s mine.

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