Page 19 of Love Me Forever

She’s standing in front of me. I slowly bring my hand to the back of her thigh, squeezing her ass, and unhurriedly trail my fingers up to where I know she wants them most.

“Damien,” she sighs out. After hearing her say my name I’m up and out of my chair. My hands are diving into her hair and I’m pulling her up and leaning down into her kiss all at the same time. She jumps into my arms and my hands instantly go down to grasp her ass and hoist her up. Her pussy is rubbing against my cock and it’d be so easy to slide my shorts down right here and now, pushing inside of without a care in the world. But, I know anyone could be walking up and down the beach, so I take this inside. We barely make it in and I’m finding the closest wall and slamming her up against it, while she grinds up and down on my cock. She somehow helps me pull my shorts down. Her hand dives for my cock, gripping it and slowly bringing it to her opening. I pull her panties to the side.

“Yea, Baby. Put me inside you,” I rasp loudly.

Once my tip meets her pussy, I thrust inside of her to the hilt. “Oh god, Damien. It’s so good,” she moans out.

What feels like only seconds later, I can feel her pussy tightening on my dick. I want to fuck her faster, feel her convulse all around me and cum deep inside her over and over again. I’ll never get tired of this, of being surrounded by her beauty.

She comes and then I follow her. Our foreheads meet and she greets me with a smile.

“I love Sundays,” she says aloud.

“Yea, me fucking too.” I’m drained dry, yet I still take her into the bathroom and start a bath. I know she’s got to be sore, especially after this morning.

I put her on the counter as I go, and add bath oil into the water. When I went shopping last weekend, I had her in mind and remembered seeing her look at the bath tub dreamily, so I added some toiletries I knew she’d use.

“Thank you, Damien,” she says as soon as I pick her up and sit her down gingerly into the bathtub. Not joining because, fuck, if I did, she’d be more then sore.

“Always Baby, always.”

Chapter Twenty

Amelia

This week flew by, I was with Damien every moment we weren’t working. Even then, he’d break away from work and bring me lunch and I’d do the same. His conference table has become one of my favorite places. It’s now Sunday, the day I’m meeting the most important person in the world to him. I’m nervous and excited all at once.

We decided to keep brunch light and I made a quiche, fruit salad, and croissants. I even made the croissants from scratch, something Damien grumbled about when I got up at the crack of dawn to bake them. He has no idea how lucky he is to have this kitchen at his disposal. I’ve been taking advantage of cooking in it as much as I can.

I have everything out on the patio ready when the doorbell rings. Damien opens it and I see this beautiful older woman. She doesn’t look a day over fifty. Her auburn hair is cut in a bob, she’s wearing white linen pants, a floral top, and an amazing pair of wedges. I’ll be asking where she got them from, before the day is over.

“Hey mom,” Damien says as they hug. When they break a part, he clutches my hand bringing me closer. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Amelia. Amelia, this is my mother Genevieve.”

I go to shake her hand when her arms go around me in a hug. It takes me a second and then I’m hugging her back.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones,” I say as we disengage from our hug.

“None of that dear, I’m Genevieve and it’s so good to meet you, too,”

I smile. I can already tell she’s nice and sincere.

“I have brunch ready on the patio, if you’re hungry?” I ask.

“I’m fucking starving,” Damien grumbles.

“Damien Anthony Jones. What is wrong with you, using that language.”

I try not to laugh. Seeing Damien being scolded by his mother makes me giggle, as much as I try hold it back, I can’t.

“Sorry, mom,” he says.

“Food sounds delicious,” she says as we make our way outside to eat. Damien being the gentleman he is, holds out his mother’s chair and then comes to mine and does the same thing.

We chat as we eat and before I know it, Genevieve is excusing herself to go and play bridge with her friends.

“It was so great meeting you, Genevieve,” I say as we walk to the door where I stop to give her a hug.

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