Chapter Ten
Damian
There was nothing in this world that Damian wouldn’t do for the woman on her knees before him, but holding back his orgasm any longer was swiftly becoming something he could no longer do.
He wasn’t sure how long she’d been toying with him. It could have been hours, minutes, or lifetimes. Each time he felt the telltale tightening of his balls and tingling at the base of his spine, she would take all stimulation away for several seconds, then start over with gentle touches that quickly turned into mind-meltingly erotic acts.
After each time he came back from the edge, she removed a piece of clothing. First her shoes. Then her shirt, her jeans, and panties next. Now she stood before him, naked as the day he first saw her in this very room. Slowly, she removed the extensions from her hair and the contacts from her eyes, dropping them to the floor beside her.
“I don’t want to be Angel right now. With you, I’ll only ever be Lydia St. James, poor girl turned billionaire. And I only want you to ever be Damian with me. Okay?” The vulnerability in her eyes at that moment speared him straight through his heart, until it felt as if all the love he held for her poured out to fill the space between them.
“Yes, just us. Forever.”
“I need you inside me now, Damian.” Lydia reached up, unhooking his restraints from the carabiner set into the wall. His arms fell uselessly to his sides, and she rubbed the life back into them, just as he had done for her when their positions were reversed.
Next, she moved to the leather straps around his ankles, and before she could massage his legs, Damian dropped down so that he sat on the warm floor beneath them. Thank God for subfloor heating. Gripping her by the hips, Damian positioned Lydia over his throbbing cock. He literally thought he might begin crying when her hot velvet sheath slid down his length. “Fuck, this isn’t going to last long, baby. You got me too worked up. I need to come inside you like I need to breathe. Maybe more than I need to breathe.”
“Don’t worry. Watching you on that wall, playing with you for the past hour, I’ve been right there with you.” She panted and whimpered as she pumped up and down, her liquid arousal dripping down his shaft.
“Fuck, I missed you. I love you so much.” The words spilling from his mouth were totally unfiltered. He couldn’t have stopped them in his exhausted and yet frenzied state. “Missed this pussy. Missed your smart mouth. Missed everything about you. Only having it for twenty-four hours wasn’t near enough. Need it all for a lifetime.”
“I missed you too. I didn’t want to, but I did.” Lydia reached up, grabbing her tits in her hands and toying with them, occasionally bringing one to his mouth to suck on. “I’m so close, Damian. I want to feel your cum inside me. Oh God, please give it to me.”
With one last slam onto his lap, Lydia stilled just as his balls pulled up tight against his body and he let loose a primal scream. Long spurts of his cum filled her until it mixed with her own cum and dripped out from between them. Colors flashed before his eyes, the rush of his release so powerful it almost hurt.
Lydia flung her arms around Damian’s neck, her hair covering his face and her panting mouth pressed against his neck. She ground her hips hard against his base and shot off into her own orgasm. The tightening and pulsing of her silky walls set off another orgasm for Damian, something that had never happened for him in such quick succession.
Their arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other, and their heart rates slowed until they beat at the same steady rate.
Everything about the moment was perfect. Well, almost perfect. He wished she could say the three words he longed to hear but knew that she had more to work through than he did. That it would be harder for her, and he wouldn’t push her no matter how desperately he wanted the woman still sitting on his cock to love him as much as he loved her.
Slowly, Lydia stood from the floor and held out her hand for him. “Come on, let’s go make use of the shower in the changing room, then go back to your place and redo the morning after. This time we’ll skip the drama and yelling. Okay?”
“Yes, please. I want to erase that fight from my memory forever.”
Hand in hand, they walked naked to the changing room, knowing their clothes would be taken care of by the club staff. In a fit of optimism, Damian had come prepared with a more casual change of clothes for Lydia from the full closet that remained in his apartment.
Lydia took care of preparing their shower, turning the water and steam to the highest settings and dropping an aromatherapy ball into the corner to help soothe their senses. Slowly, they washed each other. It wasn’t sexual, or at least the goal was not sex. Damian doubted they could ever really touch each other without some element of eroticism being present. But this was different. It was about connecting. Sharing a quiet, intimate moment together that neither had ever shared with anyone else. They didn’t even have to speak the words to know that neither had ever taken a shower with someone else that didn’t involve some sort of kinkery.
Guiding him to the bench on the far side of the wall, Lydia perched herself on his lap and began washing his hair, massaging her fingers through his thick black locks. It felt amazing, as if he could drift off to sleep in the clouds of steam surrounding them and be happy in that dream forever.
“Damian?” Her voice was soft and melodic, lulling him into an even greater sense of peace. “Love isn’t something I’m all that familiar with. I’ve never seen a good example of it. Not sure I believed in it at all until tonight. But if it is real, I think I might be falling into love with you. I know you are about five steps ahead of me, and I heard what you said back there about loving me. I want you to know that your feelings aren’t unreciprocated. I just need your patience until I catch up, okay?”
His eyes slid open, taking in the love of his life and the worried expression on her face. “Angel, I’ll wait for as long as you need. My love isn’t going anywhere. I’ll do whatever you need to make you believe in what I know is true. We are soul mates. The only two people on this planet who could completely fulfill each other.”
Lydia nodded, biting her lip and smiling a shy little smile that he guessed no man had ever seen before. “I can’t wait to love you, Damian ‘Razor’ Rasoio.”
