by Ember Flint
I slip one hand down her front and between her thighs so I can reach her clit and she starts to buck wildly on top of me.
I kiss her harder still as I strum her pearl and feel her soaked pussy throb against my aching cock.
Ellie breaks the kiss and gasps.
“Get inside of me, Damon! Please!” she moans, gripping either side of my face.
“In a minute: I want you to cum first, El. Just one orgasm and then I’ll slip my big cock hard and deep inside of you.”
“Oh God!”
“You want it, baby?”
“Yesss!”
“You close?” I ask.
Ellie nods. “So, so close,” she whimpers.
I stop torturing her little clit and cup her ass starting to drive my hips up into the cradle of her spread thighs and pressing my hardness up into her cunt, my tip kissing her tight entrance and we both hyperventilate at the sensation.
“Shit! It’s so good, so good, Damon…”
She’s right. This feels fucking amazing and I’m not even inside of her.
I stroke the small of her back as her pleasure starts to climb and she melts against me, creaming all over my hard dick and moaning my name.
I kiss her hard to keep her from screaming and just as her orgasm begins to wind down I take a hold of my cock at its base and ram up into her tight welcoming cunt in one long thrust that nearly makes me cross my eyes in pleasure while I pull her down my balls giving her every inch and we both come on impact.
Her little curvy body starts to shake and her nails rake down my arms as my seed shoots out hard and fast, discharging inside of her in a series of thick squirts; the pleasure so fucking strong I nearly pass out.
I drop my forehead on hers and we grin at each other.
“That was… that was…” she pants.
My smile gets bigger. “Yeah…”
And that’s exactly when the knock on the double doors comes and I tense all over until I remember that I do, in fact, have a great PA who remembered to lock us in.
My assuagement at the situation doesn’t last long though, ‘cause that’s when the person behind the door speaks up.
“How come are you locked in, Damon?”
My eyes grow big and my stiff cock wilts inside Ellie’s core.
“Oh God, that’s your mother,” Ellie screech-whispers, her face going up in flames.
I nod and put a finger over my mouth. “Shh, maybe she’ll think I’m not here and go away,” I say sotto voce.
I should be so lucky!
I hear my mom talk with someone outside the door.
I don’t catch all that’s being said, but I’m pretty sure she asked someone ‘how come Ellie dear is not sitting at her desk’.
“I’m just gonna call him then…”
Ellie and I look at each other wide-eyed and scramble for my phone before it goes off, but we’re still entangled and not only we aren’t fast enough and the stupid ringtone that my asshole brother associated with mom’s number as a joke — ‘You’re unbelievable’ by the EMF— goes off, echoing loudly through the office, we also end up on the floor with a thud, in a heap of limbs and messy clothes, when the fucking swiveling chair slides from under us.
In the commotion, I accidentally kick it with my foot and almost send it crashing against the window.
I roll until Ellie is safely plastered over me; our bodies half-hidden under the desk.
The rock notes of the song suddenly come to a stop.
“Oh you’re in there! Having a little… afternoon delight, uh?”
Just kill me. Kill me now, please.
“Oh my God!” Ellie pulls up to look at me, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“How nice! I used to do the same with your dad! Ha! Young love… so many memories! At least you remembered to close the door, can’t tell you how many times we forgot!”
I grimace at the visual her words evoke.
I see that Ellie’s lips are twitching and then she bursts into giggles hiding her face in the crook of my neck.
“You laugh now! I think she just managed to kill my erection for the next two, three years with that one,” I grumble, scowling and it only makes Ellie laugh harder, her little body shaking against mine.
“Do you need anything?” my mother asks.
I face-palm and just let my head drop on the floor.
Ladies and gentlemen, that’s Regina Thorpe-Broderick for you.
Ellie turns her head to the side and looks at the door.
“Uh… no, thank you, Regina: we’re good,” she shouts and then turns to shrug at me.
“You gonna actually have a conversation with my mom, now?”
“Not even some Gatorade? It’s pretty hot today and you’re using lots of energy I’m sure!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake!
Ellie looks back at me, blushing brightly.
I groan. “Mom, stop it! The only thing I’m gonna need if you don’t go away now will be a massive dose of therapy for the next fifty years!”
I distinctively hear my mother scoff from behind the door.
“You’re such a prude! You and your brother both! Why, he was making such a fuss only yesterday because I almost walked on him in the pool with Calista!”
I cover my face with both hands and huff, then I take a peek at Ellie and realize she, thankfully, still finds this funny more than suicide-inducing —which is definitely more of my take on it right now.
“Mom, seriously: no grandchildren for you ever, unless you step away from that door and leave!”
She huffs. “Alrighty then… no need to shout, my goodness!”
We wait in silence until we’re sure the coast is clear and then I sit up, holding Ellie to my chest. “You still wanna be with me after this?” I ask.
Not that I would actually ever let her leave me.
She nods, smiling big. “Totally! Besides, you haven’t met my mother yet or my brother for that matter…”
We both laugh at that and I kiss her.
Ellie wiggles her eyebrows, pushing me back until I’m once again lying flat on the floor. She smirks down at me, her waves tickling my nose.
“Let’s see if we can do something about that erection thing…”
I smile up at her. “Absolutely, but let’s get the hell out of here first.”
“How about we go down the beach? See if we can embarrass ourselves further?” she teases and I chuckle, pulling her down for a kiss.
Damn, she’s really something, my little doll…
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m never letting her go: no way I could live without her.
“It’s a plan, baby!”
Chapter 10
ELLIE
My body shakes and twitches in the afterglow of the pleasure we just shared and my arms slide away from his nape and go around his shoulders as I slump against him, feeling both limp and weightless at the same time, my head spinning.
I feel his strong, large hands kneed my bottom while he wades back to the shore, holding me up and against his chest, my head cuddled on his shoulder as the salty water splashes all over us.
We totally, shamelessly did it in the ocean, in the middle of the day and I feel too damn smug for my own good about it!
“You okay, little doll?” he asks as we get to the beach, his voice, still low and roughened-up, makes me shiver despite the sweltering heat.
I nod against his sun-kissed skin.
“Perfect,” I sigh dreamily.
He kisses the side of my face, his hands now resting on my lower back as his arms tighten around my waist. I shut my eyes against the sunlight glistening bright on the azure waters, breathing into Damon’s unique scent of pine and sandalwood, still clearly discernible under the aromas of the sea, the sand and the wonderful sex we just shared.
I hear seagulls screeching up in the sky and I stiffen slightly as the lust-induced fog dissipates a little and I re
member that we’re both standing stark naked in the middle of the day on a beach.
“What’s wrong, El?”
My arms fasten around him even tighter as I feel a total-body blush cover every inch of my skin. “I’m a little embarrassed…”
“Why?” he asks and I roll my eyes unseen.
Ugh. Men.
“Damon, it’s the middle of the day and we’re in the buff on a beach. What if someone sees us?”
Because, yeah, right now it’s when I should start wondering about giving people a show, after we already fucked in the sea for the entire world to see, not before, when I still could have done something about it.
Way to go, Elliot!
He pulls back a little and looks down at me.
“You think I would risk having some motherfucker taking a peek at what’s mine, baby? You crazy? This stretch of the beach is completely private…”
“So there’s no one, are you sure?”
“Well, the men from my security detail are somewhere around here.”
My eyes grow round and I feel myself flush again. “Damon!”
Damon chuckles. “Baby, calm down! They are stationed a couple of miles away and have orders not to come any closer.”
I sigh, lowering my head once more to his shoulder.
He walks inland a bit and still keeping me in his arms, kneels on the sand and then rolls us until we’re lying side by side on the large towel; the fabric, heated by the insistent sun, burning against my wet skin.
I cuddle to his side, closing my eyes as his hands slowly run up and down my body.
Our legs are still exposed to the sun, but our upper bodies are shaded by the leafy branches of the trees surrounding us as they slowly sway in the breeze.
There’s nothing but untamed jungle at our back. Large, magnolia trees and red cedars surround us along with bushes of red mangroves and some more brightly colored vegetation I can’t really name that creates a perfect little awning over us. Two tall Sabal Palms frame the scene giving to our little secret alcove a summer-post-card quality that would have Cali jumping up and down giddy and her boss going gaga in no time if they ever saw it.
I sigh. “This is the perfect spot for a nap… and if we weren’t buck naked, I could probably really manage a little shut-eye.
Damon chuckles. “Are you really that sleepy?” he asks, kissing my temple.
“Hmm, hmm… someone’s been keeping me pretty busy at all times of day and night.”
He playfully slaps my ass making me gasp. “I don’t recall you complaining about it!”
I pull myself up, my chin resting over the back of my hand as I give him the stink eye.
“Well, that’s your fault too! You put your hands on me and I forget how to speak!”
He smirks. “Ditto…”
We stare at each other and then start to laugh before we both drop back on the towel, my head on his chest, my fingers tracing the black intricacies of the tattoos running up and down his muscles.
We snuggle for a bit in silence and I close my eyes; his lips nuzzling my neck and chest while mine kiss his shoulder and throat as we clasp each other like we’re afraid to let go, then Damon’s pecks and soft brushes slow to a halt.
I try to keep still as well and stop smooching him because I don’t want to disturb him, thinking maybe for all his mocking me, he’s the one who ended up falling asleep, which would make perfect sense: we have had very little rest since the first time we made love on this beach that night and he might be a machine when it comes down to sex, but I guess even he can run out of fuel.
I burrow deeper in his embrace and settle down for a nap as well, trying to reassure myself that as possessive and protective as my own personal caveman has proven to be in the short span of time we’ve been in each other’s life, I can’t but believe him when he tells me there’s no one for miles and that his bodyguards —which must be pretty darn good at their job since I’ve yet to spot a single one of them wherever we go— will push back whoever stumbles too close for comfort.
After a couple of minutes, I give up on sleep though, because even with my eyes closed I can clearly feel Damon’s gaze on me, heating me up and making me blush even harder; so he’s wide awake and not even close to be out of batteries then.
“You’re staring at me,” I say in a smile.
He kisses my shoulder. “I am… you’re always beautiful, baby, but damn… you’re so fucking pretty after I’ve just been inside you. I could look at you for hours.”
I open one eye to look at him, feeling my blush deepen further.
He is so freaking gorgeous, there are no words for it!
“Right back at ya.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m serious, El, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He gives me a slow once over that basically turns me fire-engine-red.
“Your lovely face, these eyes, these tits and don’t even get me started on your thighs and your little pink pussy, baby… damn… there isn’t a thing about you that doesn’t get my cock hard.”
My skin heats up further. “What are you trying to do? You really want to see me turn into a big tomato?”
Damon stares down at me with an expression that I can only describe as adoring in his deep hazel eyes, no matter how improbable it sounds. It’s a look that makes me fall in love with him a little more and makes me afraid for my poor little heart once again.
Not that my heart is ever safe around this man, but there are moments in which I can lie to myself better about it standing a chance than I think I could manage to do right now if I tried.
He smiles as his eyes caress all over my body with a tenderness that I feel deep into my soul and a lust that makes my core tremble in my want for him and, suddenly, I no longer care about any fears my heart or mind may harbor, I just want to be with him, like this forever.
“Not a tomato, little doll. You’re more like a lovely juicy strawberry. I love the way you blush and right about now you’ve just reached the desired shade of pink…”
I frown, laughing nervously. “What are you talking about?”
He doesn’t answer, his smile getting more dazzling as he rises to a sitting position and pulls me up with him until I’m on my knees in front of him, then he reaches for his clothes lying on a heap on the lower edge of the towel alongside mine.
As I stare up at him —even sitting he’s still way larger and taller than me— Damon fishes his khakis out of the messy pile, dragging them between us and then he starts to rummage in his pockets.
When his tattooed hand comes out again there’s a dark blue leather box on his palm. My stomach drops and about a million butterflies begins to flitter frantically in its pit as my eyes fall on the HW logo emblazoned on it.
I’m not a flowery type of girl and I’ve hardly permitted myself to dream when it came down to finding the perfect man, but even I know what this is and thanks to Calista always talking my ear off about this kind of stuff, I also know what that H. and W. together stand for — Harry Winston.
I try to speak, but my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth and let’s not even talk about my heart!
I didn’t even know it could beat this fast.
I shake my head as I look down, not in denial, but in total disbelieve.
“D-Damon?” I croak out, my voice so soft I can barely recognize it.
He picks up my left hand in his free one and brings it to his lips for a kiss, then he lowers it back on his strong naked thigh and opens the box.
I gasp when I see the huge round brilliant-cut pink diamond set on a delicate-looking platinum band, all covered in countless sparkling tiny clear diamonds.
“You see… now it matches your complexion perfectly. I chose this tone of pink because it’s just the same shade you blush when I’m inside you, little doll.”
I can’t even process this.
Is this really happening?
To me?
Right here, right now?
Is the man I love really about to do what I think?
The man I love…
Yes, no sense in denying it any longer at this point: I might as well come clean with myself about it.
I’m not falling in love with him, I am in love with him all the way, with no possibility of recovery in sight.
I love him and he is really going to propo–
Damon slides the engagement ring over my finger and then kisses it, breaking the chain of my thoughts as I stare at him almost scared to blink.
Okay then, so he’s not gonna propose: he just put his ring on my finger in typical Damon’s style.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Damon… I…”
“You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the first moment I saw you.”
I wheeze, my hands shaking as my vision blurs. “Oh God…”
He squeezes my hand in his, his thumb sliding back and forth over the ring.
“We’re getting married on the second of September,” he informs me bluntly and I couldn’t love him more.
I couldn’t love him more if he was the type of man to give me romantic words.
No words could beat this moment in a million years.
I love him and he just asked me to— he just told me we’re getting married in less than a month!
I don’t realize I’m hyperventilating until Damon tells me to calm down and I can barely see his handsome face through my tears so I must be also crying.
Smooth.
“Breathe, my love,” he croons into my ear, pulling me over until I’m in his lap and his strong inked arms are surrounding me protectively.
My heart skips a beat at the way that particular endearment falls from his lips.
I mean, I love it when he calls me ‘little doll’ or ‘baby’, he makes me feel so delicate and feminine, so cherished, all things I’ve never felt before I met him, but calling me ‘love’ it’s on another level entirely and it makes me cry harder.
Damon clutches me harder to him, cradling me to his chest.
“Sweetheart? You okay?”