“I know.” I offer a small, grateful smile as I gently squeeze his arm.
The lift door opens, revealing the view of a lifetime: Bondi’s spectacular ocean stretching endlessly into the distance. While Beth’s apartment mirrors the vibrant energy of the beach by day, Dameon’s penthouse appears to reflect the allure of Bondi at night—the sand shimmering under soft moonlight; the waves gently caressing the shore. No detail has been spared in creating the striking space. Yet, it’s the breathtaking view that draws my attention.
My heart races and I swallow hard, fighting back the bitter bile of guilt that threatens to rise, bringing with it a wave of sudden nausea.
This is truly beautiful. I don’t deserve any of it.
Walking through the apartment on autopilot, I’m drawn toward the open sliding glass doors leading to the outdoor area. The balcony is surprisingly large and the edge disappears into an infinity pool. I can easily see myself lounging out here in a bikini, getting lost in the view. Beth would totally freak out over this pool. Though the sun’s rays beat down from above, a gentle breeze sweeps through, keeping the temperature pleasantly cool.
I shield my eyes from the brightness and squint at the ocean shimmering before me. Being near water is almost a spiritual experience for me. The gentle rhythm of the ocean draws me in, seducing me into a state of tranquil calm and heightened awareness. If only I could bottle up that sensation and carry it with me, I would. Perhaps that’s why I find solace in baths; they offer a similar experience, albeit on a smaller scale.
Strong, muscular arms circle my waist from behind, and I melt into Dameon’s embrace. His warmth seeps into my back, hotter than the sun above, and the scent of his skin mixes with the salty sea breeze, creating a provocative fusion that I inhale deeply into my lungs.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispers, his breath caressing the shell of my ear.
“The ocean. How peaceful it is here. Do you ever tire of the view?”
“Never,” he murmurs softly. I feel his gaze on me, and somehow, I doubt he’s referring to the coastline. My heart flutters, but I quickly remind myself that any sweet sentiments that fall from his lips aren’t real. Still, it doesn’t stop the sliver of hope blossoming in my chest at the thought, that maybe, just maybe… he meant it. That’s the thing about hope; once you’ve had a taste, you crave more, regardless of how dangerous it might be.
He nuzzles my neck, placing tender kisses along my jawline before forcefully tilting my head back to claim my lips. His tongue massages against mine in firm strokes, and I’m lost in his taste and heat. I arch into him like a needy cat, my ass seeking out his rock-hard cock. As I press against him, his guttural groan sends heat coursing through my veins. I move against him, desperate for more, but it’s not enough.
“I need you inside me, like right now,” I demand.
“Needy kitten, are we?”
“Please…” The ocean, the sun, and the sea air combined with Dameon’s heat and scent overload my senses. My skin is on fire. I’m burning from the inside out, and only he can douse this infernal heat. There’s only so much flirting and sexual tension a girl can endure. I’m not above begging to get what I want, to satiate this ache in my core.
“Another house rule for you: you don’t top from the bottom. You need my cock, you ask nicely.” I hear the shuffle of his shorts being pushed down before he lifts my sundress. He kicks out my feet wider and runs his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness. With a sigh of relief, I bend over the glass barrier in front of me, arching my back to give him better access. As soon as he slides home, inch by inch, we both pause. It’s pure bliss. He fills me up, stretching me almost to the point of pain. Dameon’s not a small man and taking him in one go is a challenge. Usually, he takes his time, stretching me with his fingers, making sure I’m well-prepped. But this time I wanted him inside me as quickly as possible.
“You feel incredible. Hot, wet, and… tight,” he grits out through clenched teeth. I push back but struggle to take all of him.
“Only one more inch. You can take it.”
“Yesss,” I hiss when he’s fully seated inside me.
“That’s it. Fuck… Look at that pretty pussy stretching open for me,” he growls, running his palm down my spine. Now that he’s balls deep, he grips my hips hard and drives into me. I cling to the barrier with both hands as he pummels into me. With the ocean ahead and Dameon behind, I plummet into ecstasy a lot quicker than I’d care to admit. Dameon tumbles after me, his heavy breaths on the back of my neck. We remain connected, staring out at the horizon, enjoying the view and the intimate moment. After a few minutes he pulls out, and we both groan at the loss of connection. His cum drips out of me, coating my inner thighs. I can sense he’s enjoying the view, and it’s not the one in front of us. His fingers brushing against my sensitive slit startles me as he collects his cum and brings it to my lips.
“Open.”
I push up from the partition and turn around to meet his eyes, parting my lips and swirling my tongue around his fingers, tasting our combined juices.
“Mmm. Perfection.” He kisses me thoroughly, enjoying the taste of us on my tongue. “Go see your sister and unpack. Your things will be here shortly.” He gives my ass a playful tap.
“Where are you going?”
“Work. I’ll see you tonight. Make yourself at home; I want you to be comfortable here.” He cradles my head in his hands, his eyes shining bright.
Honestly, this place feels more homely than our own ever did. I have no qualms about settling in. “I will,” I assure him.
“Good. Welcome home, goddess.” He flashes those gorgeous dimples, and I wonder how I got so fucking lucky.
***
Dameon
I’m going to be late, sorry. Have dinner without me and we’ll officially start tomorrow.
Well, shit…
