It just felt too good, too right, for me to believe it was anything more than a dream. But it wasn't.
After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen while Cara gave Austin his bath. And again, I was struck by how even these mundane tasks – the staples of a suburban life I had always scorned – felt so good. Felt so right.
By the time everything was done, it was time to put the little man to bed. He demanded that I read him a story, of course, so I was more than happy to oblige. Cara sat on the edge of the bed, with a smile, but also a strange look on her face, as I read to Austin. He laughed and giggled as I made funny voices to go with the characters in the story.
He was out cold before I finished the end of the book. I watched him for a moment; watched his small chest rise and fall with each breath, a look of utter peace and contentment on his face. I longed for that sort of peace – but knew that it wasn't meant to be for me.
I slowly backed out of the room with Cara, quietly closing the door behind us. We made our way down to the living room where she dropped down onto the sofa, letting out a long sigh. I put on a CD – some jazz disc she had sitting on top of the stereo. The music filled the air, and I sat down on the couch, putting her legs across my lap.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned with delight as I started to massage her feet.
“You have no idea how amazing that feels after the day I had,” she said.
“Tell me about it. Your day. I want to hear.”
She looked at me, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Really?”
I laughed. “Of course. Why wouldn't I want to hear about your day?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Nobody's really ever been interested before, I guess.”
“Well, I'm interested,” I replied. “So, go ahead and unburden yourself.”
She smiled and told me about her day. And once she started going, she didn't stop for a long while. I heard all about her idiotic bosses, her lazy co-workers, and her ridiculous patients. But she also told me about the good things that happened throughout her day. The small kindnesses from friends, from patients – even from her idiotic bosses.
It was like, nobody had ever asked her about her day before – like ever – and once she pulled the plug out of that dam, years’ worth of stuff just came flooding out. And I was happy to hear about it. I found myself enjoying every last minute of her story. I just continued rubbing her feet and letting her talk.
When she was finished, she seemed wrung out. Like letting out that much pent up – stuff – had taken it all out of her. She looked at me and smiled.
“Sorry, if I bored you.”
I chuckled. “You didn't bore me. Not for a second.”
“That's sweet.”
“That's just honest,” I said. “I really haven't had much of an opportunity to just sit around and hear about somebody's day in my life. I've never had something so – normal – before. And honestly, I enjoyed hearing about your day.”
“Well, turnabout's fair play,” she said. “So, tell me about your day.”
I smirked. “Not much to tell, really. Stopped by the clubhouse to get the lay of the land.”
“And?”
I shrugged. “Not really liking what I'm seeing, to be honest.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
I looked over at her and felt a sudden swelling in my heart. It was something I hadn't ever experienced before in my life, and it rattled me just a little bit. But I was starting to understand the depth of my feelings for Cara – as much as I might try to deny them – and it scared me just a little bit.
I thought back to what Crank had said about letting fear control me. About pushing away the one good thing that I had in my life because I was afraid of it. Cara looked at me, and I could see how she felt about me reflected in her eyes. There was a trust and a depth of care that seemed to match my own.
I wasn't even aware that I'd moved until my lips were pressed against hers. It was slow, soft, and chaste at first. But as our lips parted and our tongues began to swirl and dance together, the intensity of our kiss grew. I pulled her to me, kissing her even harder. Cara's hands were in my hair, pulling it as the passion in our kiss began to bubble over.
I pulled her over on top of me so that she was straddling my lap. I ran my hands up the back of her shirt, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. I kissed her neck, planting a line of kisses from her ear down to her collar bone. Cara moaned softly as I slid the tip of my tongue along her neck, nibbling gently on her ear.
She raised her hands, helping me take her shirt off. With one deft movement, she was suddenly without her bra. I grinned at her as I tossed it to the floor along with her shirt. She bit her bottom lip, giving me a salacious look as she began to grind herself against me.
My cock was already stiff and pressing against her. As she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself along the length of my dick, I growled low in my throat. I was sure that the hunger and outright lust I saw in her eyes was a duplicate of what was in my own.
I stood her up before me, leaning forward to kiss her belly, to slide my tongue up, circling her stiff nipples. She gasped as I took one in my mouth, sucking and nipping at it. I cupped her tight ass with both hands and buried my face in her tits. I squeezed her ass as I sucked and licked her nipples, feeling my cock growing harder, pressing against my jeans almost painfully, begging for release.
Gripping the waistband of her pants, I slid them down her thighs. She looked at me and smiled as she stepped out of them, kicking them off onto the floor behind her. Standing before me completely naked, I stared at her and felt my breath catch in my throat. She was amazing. Her body flawless to me. To me, she was absolute perfection.
Standing up, I took her by the hand and sat her down. Dropping to my knees, I put one of her legs over my shoulder and then buried my face between her thighs. She was already dripping wet as I slid the tip of my tongue around her swollen lips. Cara moaned my name softly as I gently stroked her clit with my tongue.
Looking up at her, I watched her throw her head back, biting on her hand to stifle a moan as I plunged my tongue deep inside of her. I licked and sucked at the hot, wet center of her, making Cara moan and squirm beneath me. I took two fingers and drove them deep into her pussy as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking on it roughly.
“Fuck, Damian,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”
I finger fucked her deep and hard as I continued sucking on her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, and she arched her back as she moaned my name over and over again. Her hand was suddenly on the back of my head, forcing my face down even deeper as she thrust her hips up. Her body was jerking, and it felt like she was almost out of control as I worked on her pussy with my fingers and mouth.
Cara's body tensed, and she gasped sharply. I knew that she was just about to come, so I thrust my fingers deep and sucked hard on her clit once more, pushing her over the edge. Her body spasmed hard beneath me and she put her hands over her face as she cried out, doing her best not to wake Austin.
It took a minute, but her orgasm started to subside. She looked at me, her cheeks flushed, her breathing still not back to normal, but a wide smile on her face.
“That was fucking incredible,” she wheezed. “Absolutely fucking incredible.”
I smiled, happy that I'd pleased her. She bit her bottom lip again, the expression on her face one of absolute desire.
“Stand up,” she said. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I said.
Hearing her talk like that drove me crazy. There was just something about a woman who looked as sweet and innocent as Cara did having a filthy mind and mouth that was an absolute turn-on. I jumped to my feet, and her hands were on my jeans before mine were. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, never breaking eye contact with me. My cock was straining against my pants, eager to feel her warm wet mouth.
Cara slid my pants halfway down, not even
bothering to get them all the way off when she leaned forward and took my cock deep into her mouth. I moaned softly as she licked and sucked on the head of my cock, teasing that sensitive spot underneath the head with the tip of her tongue.
Never taking her eyes off mine, she took hold of my dick, her grip firm and sure. She took my head into her mouth, sucking and licking it as she started to jack me off. The sensation of her mouth and hand working in concert was incredible. It felt like my ever nerve ending was on fire.
“You are fucking amazing, Cara,” I whispered.
Her grip tightened, as did her mouth, and she began to suck and jerk me even harder. She used her other hand to cup and squeeze my balls as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, never losing rhythm as she jerked my shaft.
I felt the pressure building up within me and knew that if I let her go on too much longer, I was going to explode in her mouth. And as tempting as that was, I wanted to be inside of her. Needed to be inside of her.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself away, and she looked up at me, slightly disappointed.
“You're just too fucking good at that, baby,” I said. “A couple more minutes and you would have had a mouthful.”
She licked her lips suggestively. “Maybe that's what I wanted.”
“Maybe you'll still get it. But not yet.”
She squealed in surprise when I flipped her over on the couch. I had her on her knees, her arms draped over the back of the couch, her ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned as I ran my hands all over that tight, smooth ass of hers.
“This may be the finest ass I've ever seen,” I said.
“Maybe?” she teased.
“Is,” I corrected myself. “Most definitely is.”
I stepped forward, squeezing her ass with one hand as I used my other to guide my prick towards her wet opening. I rubbed the head of my dick against her, drawing a gasp from Cara. She pushed herself backward, trying to get me inside of her. I held back for a moment, and she pouted. But she knew what I wanted.
“Fuck me, Damian,” she said, her voice intense. “Stick your fucking cock deep in my pussy and fuck me hard, baby.”
Her words sent an electric charge through my body, and I couldn't control myself any longer. Thrusting my hips forward, I plunged my cock deep inside of her. Cara gasped as I plunged into her, driving my hips forward wildly, fucking her hard and fast. My fingers dug into the skin of her hips as I continued to pound her.
The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed around the living room – as did our grunts and gasps. We were doing our best to be quiet – which actually seemed to heighten the intensity – but it was so difficult.
I reached up and took her hair in my hand, giving it a hard yank. She moaned as I pulled her head back while I fucked her. Cara thrust herself backward to meet me, to take me even deeper inside of her.
“Fuck me, baby,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard. Don't stop.”
I pounded her hard and deep, loving every second of it, the feeling so intense I felt like I was on fire. Cara's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped as her body tensed and then began to spasm, a powerful orgasm sweeping through her. She cried out as I continued driving myself into her as she came. Her pussy tightening around my cock while she orgasmed, I felt my own building and building. I knew that when I came, it was going to be as intense and powerful as hers had been.
Cara looked over her shoulder at me again, her cheeks bright red. “Fuck me, Damian,” she moaned. “I want you to come. I want you to shoot that hot cum deep inside of me. All over me. I want you to feel as good as I feel right now, baby. Just fucking come for me.”
Her words were like magic because it unlocked something deep within me. The control I'd been holding on to so tightly vanished in an instant. My body tensed up, and I knew it was over. I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to keep myself from screaming out when I exploded deep inside of her. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I shot my seed, filling her up completely.
My breathing was labored, my heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest, but I was happy. The smile on my face couldn't have been chiseled off at that moment. I dropped down onto the couch, and Cara curled up beside me. Her face was practically glowing as she looked up at me with a broad smile I was sure matched my own.
I kissed her forehead and pulled her close to me, enjoying the moment. Savoring it. The feel of her warm, naked body pressed against mine was sheer and utter bliss. The whole night had been.
“I love you, Cara,” I said softly.
Chapter Thirty Four
Cara
It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot through my body, setting every nerve ending on fire. I wasn't sure that I'd heard him correctly – or that, maybe, he was simply in a post-coital stupor and was saying something he didn't really mean.
I looked up at him, my head spinning and my heart thundering in my chest. “W–what did you just say?”
He looked down at me, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I said, I love you.”
Even though he'd repeated it and I was absolutely clear that I hadn't misunderstood him, I still stared at him in stunned disbelief. I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it again when the words wouldn't come. Damian started looking uncomfortable and awkward – looking like he was regretting saying anything at all.
“I–I'm sorry, Cara,” he stammered. “I just–I—”
I knew I needed to say something. Needed to take him off the spot and reassure him. He'd gone out on a limb – and way outside his comfort zone – in admitting his true feelings. And there I was, making him feel like a complete ass for it. Way to go, Cara.
“Damian, I… There's nothing for you to apologize for,” I said. “I should apologize. I'm just… shocked.”
He cocked his head and looked at me. “Why would you be shocked? You knew I had feelings for you.”
“Yeah, I just–I guess I didn't expect to hear those words come out of your mouth.”
I felt his body stiffen up and knew I was losing him. Knew he was pulling himself back. Sitting beside him, I could feel the wall going up again and knew I needed to do something to stop it.
“It's okay if you don't feel the same way, Cara,” he said. “I mean, I know it's sudden and all—”
I shook my head and put my fingers to his lips to silence him. “It's not that. It's just been a long time since I've had a man say those words to me and it's just taking a minute to get used to hearing them again. Especially because they're coming from somebody I'd been hoping to hear them from.”
He looked at me with a shy, awkward smile that was utterly adorable. “You have?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I have. And – I love you, Damian. I really do.”
His smile was wide and genuine, and I could see in his eyes that he'd really meant what he'd said. It wasn't a post-sex stupor. It was his genuine feelings – and I couldn't have been happier. Everything with Damian just felt good. It felt right.
Not just the sex – of course, that was fantastic. The best I'd ever had in my life, to be perfectly honest. But just being with him. Doing something as mundane as discussing our day felt good. Felt right.
I never would have thought that when he first appeared in my life. He was everything I didn't want in a man. He was everything I didn't want in my life. But over the days and weeks, I'd gotten to know him for who he truly was. I'd seen past his carefully constructed facade and had seen the heart of the man. A good man.
Our bodies melded together, there on the couch. We were content. Happy. And sexually sated – at least, for the moment. I honestly didn't think I'd ever be able to get enough of him.
He stroked my hair as we sat in silence, just enjoying one another's presence.
“Know what we should do tomorrow?” he asked.
“What's that?”
“Let's take Austin to the zoo.”
I sat up and looked at him, laughing. “He has school tomorrow.”
; Damian shrugged his broad shoulders. “It's one day. Besides, the zoo is kind of educational. I mean, he'll probably learn more there than sitting in a boring old classroom all day.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You ever were one for the classroom. But if I have my way, my son is going to love school.”
“Come on, Cara.” He smiled. “It's only one day. Besides, he's five. How much real learning is going on there anyway?”
I laughed and playfully slapped his arm. “You're terrible. He's learning all sorts of valuable lessons—”
“Lessons like, don't eat the paste.” He grinned. “C'mon, Cara. Let's just go have a little fun tomorrow. Please?”
He turned and gave me these big puppy dog eyes. I laughed and shook my head at his blatant manipulation. But, how could I say no? And to be honest, a day of carefree fun sounded pretty wonderful to me.
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