The Thanksgiving meal is tomorrow at noon, and Sue is optimistic that she’ll have the kitchen back up and running by then. I couldn’t be happier for her and everybody that will get to eat the kind of meal that they deserve for the holiday.
By the time eight o’clock rolls around, the dining hall looks back to normal with new drywall and spackling. The refrigerator is stocked with food, and Damon even called out an electrician to check the breaker and make sure all the wiring was safe.
We leave the soup kitchen with a sense of pride from a job well done. And it all feels like a dream when we get back to Damon’s place. The apartment is small and not really cozy, but it’s really felt like home over the past week.
We’re both sweaty, but I can’t help but wrap my arms around Damon. Standing on my tiptoes, I lean up and kiss him. Settling back down on my heels, I look up into his eyes and tell him sincerely, “Thank you.” No other words can express the magnitude of gratitude I have for him right now. He helped so many people tonight. I don’t know if he even realizes that.
His large palm cups my chin, and his thumb brushes against my cheek. “You have drywall dust all over your face,” he says with a soft smile.
“Maybe we should take a shower.”
He nods in agreement.
“Together,” I add.
He nods more quickly, and I laugh out loud.
Picking me up in his arms, he carries me to the bathroom in a fireman’s hold. Setting me down on the floor, we both begin undressing each other. We move slowly, neither one of us in a hurry.
Once we’re both naked, he turns on the water, tests it and then helps me step in before following after me.
Using his body wash, we take turns washing each other, our touches turning eager and needy. Under the stream of warm water, he kisses me softly and sweetly. His hands drift down my body, touching every part of me as if memorizing my form.
His tongue plays at my seam, and I open to allow him unfettered access. His tongue touches mine, and then completely dominates as he devours me with a soul-searing kiss.
I can feel his growing erection pressing into my stomach, and I reach between us to stroke his hard length. He groans into my mouth, and I love it. I love when he lets go.
His adept fingers find my clit, and he rubs me gently. God, he knows just where and how to touch me.
When I get close to the edge, he suddenly pulls back and turns me around in his arms. Pressing me up against the tiled wall, he drops to his knees behind me. His mouth finds my clit and latches on the little nub, causing me to cry out his name. His tongue licks at my seam and drifts up to the place where I still remain a virgin.
His tongue plays with the rim of my puckered hole, and it drives me insane. I didn’t realize it could feel so good. “Damon!” I cry out.
He hushes me before dragging his tongue back to my clit. I slap my hands against the tiled walls as he brings me to the edge once more and stops abruptly. “Please!” I beg him.
Rising, he tells me, “I’m going to make my girl feel better in just a minute.”
Mygirl.
Hisgirl.
His words are like a drug to me, and I feel high off of them.
Taking his thick cock in his hand, he drags the head up and down my seam, teasing me. “Is this what my girl wants?”
“Yes!” I plead, needy and hungry.
“Tell me what I want to hear then,” he says.
And, god, do I love his kinky side and his love for dirty talk. “Please, Damon. Please fuck me with your big cock.”
He releases a deep growl that sends a shudder through me just before he lines up his dick and enters me in one, brutal thrust, not stopping until he’s fully seated inside of me.
I cry out from the pleasure mixed with pain as my body tries to adjust to his girth. “Oh, god!” I moan.
Growling again, he nips at my earlobe with his teeth before dragging his incisors down the sensitive column of my neck. His teeth nip at my shoulder as he slowly pulls out of me completely only to slam back into me once more.
A loud groan escapes my mouth as my fingers try to find purchase against the wet tiled wall.
