by Linda Verji
“You guys need to hurry up,” Zoe, Damián’s twelve-year-old daughter, called out. “We’re going to be late for school.”
“Come out. We’re late,” Seraphina, Aiko’s four-year-old, added to the clamor.
“We’re coming,” Aiko called out, lifting off Damián to sit up.
“Good,” Zoe yelled out. “Hurry up.”
“Dear God, such a ruckus just to get to school?” Damián muttered as he threw an arm over his eyes. “I miss the good old days when kids hated school.”
Her voice laced with suppressed amused, Aiko poked him in the ribs. “They’re just excited because it’s Sports Day.”
“I know.” He made a face. “But didn’t the school say that the program starts at eleven? Besides, it’s not like there’ll be any decent sports there. Golf and polo! Who organizes a sports day that is made exclusively of golf and polo.”
“You’re the one who took them to Lowell School,” Aiko said. “What did you expect?”
“Umm. I don't know. How about sports that aren't so lazy and require the kids to move their bodies? Track. Soccer. Tennis. Hockey. Football," he suggested. "These people are making our kids fat."
"You can put that in the suggestion box," Aiko said, as she sat up in bed. She patted his chest. "Now come on let's go shower before our daughters come and carry us in there themselves."
"I don't want to." He sighed, but he rose from the bed and padded ahead of her into the bathroom. He headed straight to the shower stall, and once inside turned the faucet. A cascade of warm water instantly covered his body. By the time Aiko entered the stall the water had warmed up considerably.
“Eish,” she hissed the moment the water hit her skin. “Too hot.”
Damián’s gaze trailed down her body, taking in her coffee-toned skin now gleaming with droplets of water, her heavy breasts, her small waist and those thick thighs that cupped heaven. His cock rose at the sexy sight as did the temperature in the shower. Smirking, he pulled her closer. “No, you’re too hot.”
“No.” She shook her head and pushed at his chest. The knowing glint in her eyes said that she’d figured out what he wanted. “We’re already late.”
“I promise I’ll be real quick,” he cajoled as he circled his arms around her waist. God, it felt good to have her so close. To have her fleshy breasts against his chest, her thighs pressed to his, her soft tummy teasing his quickly burgeoning rod. He wanted more.
“Uh-uh,” she refused, even as desire flickered in her brown eyes. Dragging her even closer to him, Damian bent his head and nuzzled his nose into her neck, taking in a deep gulp of her womanly scent. Aiko giggled. “Stop it.”
“How am I supposed to stop when you’re looking so gorgeous?” He lifted his face from her neck only for his gaze to slide straight to her breasts. Aching to set his mouth on their pointed tips, he bit his bottom lip. “A little taste?”
Aiko hesitated for a long moment, and Damián began to think that she might actually refuse. Fortunately, she cupped her hand over the back of his neck and drew him downwards. “Just a little taste.”
That was all he needed. Moving them away from the stream of water, he lowered his head and captured one pouty nipple between his lips. Her sharp intake of breath mingled with the rush of water as her arms encircled his shoulder. He pulled that nipple deeper into his mouth, loving the way she quivered and whimpered with his actions. His lips tilted in a slight smile, he turned his attention to the other breast.
“Damián,” she gasped when he scraped his teeth gently across that hardened peak. Her hands slid through his hair, behind his neck, his shoulders, on whatever skin she could find. Her touch taunted him, teased him, heated him until all he could think of was quenching their mutual lust.
But apparently Aiko didn’t feel the same because she pushed at his forehead with her palm. “Baby, that’s enough. We need to shower.”
No, it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Even so Damián released her nipple with a pop before straightening to his full height. He found her watching him with eyes hooded with obvious desire, and it only heightened his own lust. She turned away from him grabbed a bottle of shower gel from the wall-mounted shelf.
“Let me help you with that.” He reached for the gel, but she held it away from him.
Her eyebrows hiked, she warned, “No funny business.”
“No funny business,” he promised, even as his whole body screamed in protest. With obvious reluctance, she handed him the bottle. He squeezed a healthy dollop of the creamy liquid onto his hands. The delicious fragrance filled the steamy stall as he lathered his hands, taunting his already heightened senses. Then he reached for Aiko.
Determined to keep it as innocent as he’d promised, he ran his hands over her neck, upper chest and arms in quick business-like strokes massaging the soap into her silky smooth skin. He intended to do the same thing when it came to her breasts, but the moment he cupped her flesh his good intentions flew out of the window. He couldn’t help lingering there, caressing her in the guise of cleaning, massaging, flicking the pad of his thumbs over the pouty tips….
“Damián.” Her low moan of his name and the way her eyes drifted shut only made him want to tease her more. And when she edged closer to him, pressing that soft belly against his cock… well, who could blame him for taking a few more liberties.
He lowered his head to cover her mouth with his. She met him eagerly, allowing him to slide his tongue between her lips. Her lips were silk, the touch of her tongue against his fire, and her grip on his upper arms a wondrous pleasure. He drank in her taste, reveled in it, then came back for more.
It took everything in him to pull away from that kiss. His breath just as rough as hers, he urged, “Turn.”
And she did. Once her back was to his chest, he poured more soap into his palm, lathered his hands, then set them back on her breasts. With her facing away from him, it was so much easier to touch, caress and love her the way he wanted to. Working her breasts with his hands, he lay a trail of kisses from her temple to the jagged scar on her left cheek. Her body tensed and she flinched away slightly as if to turn that cheek away.
“Don’t,” he reprimanded, pressing his fingers to her chin and turning her face back to him before gently kissing the scar again. To her it was a flaw, but to him it was a badge of honor - a symbol of all the hardships that she’d undergone and triumphed over. He loved it just as much as he loved her.
Eager to ease the tension from her body and drag her back into desire, he ran his hands over her arms and back to her breasts. In a few seconds, he had her melting back against him. Her head tipped back to rest against his shoulder as the rest of her body relaxed into his. He inhaled sharply when she ground her ass against his cock. His already engorged member rose to full mast then. Lowering one hand to her hips, he pulled her into him until he could fit himself between the voluptuous cheeks.
Ah! That feeling. To have her surrounding him so snugly, massaging the length of his shaft so deliciously – it was almost as good as being inside her. And when she wound her hips a bit, fitting him even better in that crease, he almost wept.
Growling low in his throat, he pushed his hips into hers for a few pumps. Moving slightly so that they were once more in the path of water, he quickly rinsed away the suds on the front of her body before sweeping his hand down her torso to her mound. The moment he cupped her pussy, her breathing became even shallower, more irregular. Breathless was good, but he wanted her broken. So he slid one finger between the soft, warm folds of her pussy and found her wet and ready from him.
“Oh – my – Damián,” she whimpered and leaned forward as if trying to get away from his touch. He held her firmly plastered to his body with one arm around her torso while his other hand delved deeper into her sex.
“Oh.” She jerked when he found her apex, sucked in a deep breath when he flicked his finger over it and cried out when he ran his finger in a slow circle around it. Her cries spurred him on, urged him to drive
her even further down the path of no return. He dragged his fingers down that slicked valley to her entrance, pressed in and was rewarded with an easy yielding of her muscles as she opened up to him.
“Aaah.” She writhed and ground her ass against his steel-hard cock as he pushed one finger into her then a second one. It was hard to concentrate on pleasuring her when she was dancing so sexily on his cock. It was hard not to crowd her against the wall and fuck her when her soft inner walls were squeezing so tightly around his fingers, but he managed it. His breathing as heavy as hers, he worked his fingers in and out of her. As if determined to test his self-control, she reached behind her to wrap her hand around his steel-hard shaft.
“Fuck,” he moaned as pleasure skittered sharply through every nerve in his body to settle at that point where her fingers met his rod and he swelled. Satin fingers brushed his swollen length, traced the veins, dragged across the swollen length… It was a wonder he didn’t come right then and there. His attempts to break her temporarily halted, he tucked his face into her shoulder and let her torture him.
And torture she did. Her grip was firm as she held him captive, and her hand was warm as she squeezed his length as if to feel his thickness then slowly began pumping. Every well-practiced stroke eased him through pleasure after pleasure and brought him closer to that sharp edge.
“Damn,” he muttered even as his own fingers resumed their teasing. He moved his lubricated fingers in and out of her in time to the stroke of her hand on him. He flicked her clit when she ran her fingers over his cock head. He traced small circles on the nub when she spread his pre-cum over his length. And when he couldn’t handle the teasing any more, he walked her slowly but determinedly towards the glass wall.
Perceptive to his every want and need, she instinctively plastered her palms to the wall and bent over. There were no preliminaries to his possession, he simply set his hands on her waist then took her. A strangled cry echoed in the steamy stall – he didn’t know whether it was hers or his – as finally he thrust his cock into her.
Her walls rippled around his thickness, sucking him deep into her warm depths. Lost in sensation, he withdrew until he could see the glands of his knob at the edge of her lips before thrusting back in with one long, slow stroke.
“Yes.” Their mutual groans undulated in the small space as he jammed himself to the hilt. Being inside her was indescribable, beyond any pleasure he’d ever felt. His nerves seemed almost alive as they pleaded for more of that pleasure.
His breathing heavier and his grip on her waist tighter, he pulled out then pumped back in. Pulled out, then pumped back in. In. Out. In. Out. Primal lust and passion driving him, he kept up the steady rhythm, dragging them both inexorably towards satisfaction.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Aiko’s small cries in time to his thrust were like gasoline to his fire. Her throwing back her ass to meet his powerful thrusts stoked the fire until it felt as if he was being burnt alive.
Christ, if something – anything didn’t happen soon, Damián was going to explode into a million little pieces. His hands squeezing and caressing her thick hips, he picked up the pace – thrust harder and faster. Her moans became louder and more desperate as did his grunts. Finally he felt her pussy clamp down around his cock and pull him deeper into her to a chorus of her cries.
It was only after her orgasm crashed her that he released the reins over himself. Setting one palm beside her head on the glass wall, he speared deeper into her. His thrusts became shorter, faster, more desperate. Every cell in his body focused on that almost painful feeling zigzagging through him as he speared in and out of her. In. Out. In. Out. Shorter. Faster…
“Fuck.” His orgasm washed over him like a large wave drowning him in pleasure. With one final and deep push, he erupted within her. He collapsed against her, pressing her to the glass and fastening his mouth to her shoulder as the last of his release pulsed through him.
It took a moment before he could breath properly, or think clearly. It was only when common sense returned that he realized that he had to be crushing her.
“Sorry” he murmured, tracing kisses along the contours of her shoulder as he pulled away from her.
“It’s okay.” She tried to straighten to her full height, but her legs buckled beneath her. He caught her before she could slip to the ground.
“You okay?” he asked genuine worry rocketing through him. Had he been too vigorous?
“Better than okay,” Aiko reassured him as she turned in his arms to face him with a blinding smile. The smile turned into a mock-scowl as she added, “But if the kids come at us, I’m telling on you.”
“You’d really snitch on me?”
“Yup!”
“Mm. Mm. Mm.” He shook his head even as he lowered his lips down to hers. “With wives like you...”
Their lips melded into a deep, sensual kiss that pulled at his heart-strings and stirred at the embers of desire still dancing within him. His cock jerked against her tummy.
“No.” She slapped the back of her hand on his tummy and gave him a narrow-eyed glared.
Laughing, he eased away from her and grabbed the soap. This time when he set his hands to her body it was to actually get her clean. Completely pliant, she let him do all the work. Once they were both clean, he carried her out of the shower.
He set her on her feet outside the stall before grabbing a towel and patting her dry. “All dry.”
“Thank you.” Aiko lifted up for a brief kiss before leading the way out of the bathroom. “Now come on. They’ve probably already started the car.”
They’d just walked into their bedroom when her phone rang. Aiko hurried to pick it while Damián sauntered over to their vanity to grab a bottle of lotion.
“Femi, hi,” Aiko said into the phone. “I promise I'll pass by the house in the evening. And yes, I'll bring the-“
Damián was more focused on moisturizing his body than on the conversation between his fiancée and her sister. That changed when Aiko gasped, “Femi, what’s going on?”
He turned away from the mirror to find her listening to her sister, her eyes shadowed with worry. Even though he didn’t know what was going on, immediate concern streaked through him. With two long strides he was by Aiko’s side.
“No, tell me now,” Aiko insisted, her voice rising with her anxiety. “Is it Dad?” She was silent for a moment, listening to Femi, then her eyes widened with obvious shock. When she spoke, her voice was strangled. “What about Lincoln?”
The mention of that name was enough to awaken all of Damián’s alarms. Whatever Femi said next must’ve been extremely shocking because Aiko’s eyes widened and the cell-phone slipped out of her hold to fall to the carpeted floor with a loud thump. She looked like she was about to faint.
Damián immediately slung his arm around her waist to keep her from thudding to the ground. “Aiko, what’s wrong?”
She turned her face to him, her eyes still wide with shock, opened her mouth yet no words came.
“Baby, talk to me,” he urged. He could hear Femi calling out to Aiko from the fallen phone but he ignored it and instead focused on drawing his fiancée towards their bed. The mattress sagged under their weight as they both sat down. Keeping his arm around her, he repeated, “What’s wrong?”
She just stared at him as if frozen with shock.
“Aiko,” Femi’s voice echoed from the phone.
Perhaps she’d be able to explain what was going on. Damián leaned forward to pick up the phone then pressed it to his ear.”Femi, it’s Damián.”
“Is Aiko okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Damián nodded even as he glanced at Aiko, who was now watching him. He reached for her hand and found her fingers as cold as ice. To Femi, he said, “What’s this about Lincoln?”
“He’s at our house.” Femi’s words sent immediate shock racing through Damián and his heart jumped to his throat. No way. There was no way Lincoln was alive.
CHAPTER 2
H
e’s at our house. Femi’s words were like a fist to Damián’s gut. His stomach muscles clenched in shock and his lungs deflated, the breath leaving his body with a whoosh, as he met Aiko’s eyes. Lincoln was alive? How was that even possible? No wonder Aiko was so stunned.
It took a while and no small amount of effort for Damián to speak into the phone. “Are you sure it’s him?”
“That’s who he says he is.” Femi paused for a moment then said, “Believe me, I’m just as shocked as you are. Lewis was going to work this morning when he found him standing in front of our gate. We thought he was lost at first, but then he asked for Aiko by name and I thought I should call you. Is Aiko okay?”
Damián started, “Yea-”
“Let – let me talk to her,” Aiko, who seemed to have recovered her voice, cut into the conversation. He handed her the phone but kept holding her hand. She said to Femi, “Are you sure it’s him?”
Damián assumed that Femi repeated the same story because after a moment of listening Aiko stood up, saying, “Okay, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be there. Thanks.”
As soon as Aiko ended the call, Damián rose to his feet too. “You’re going to the house?”
“I have to.” She rushed towards the settee to pick up her handbag. “It’s probably just a prank but I have to confirm it.”
If this was a prank, then the person behind it was downright evil.
“Are you okay driving the girls to school yourself?” Aiko didn’t even wait for him to answer her question. Slinging the bag across her shoulder, she hurried on, “I’ll drop by school later after-”
“Easy, sweetheart. Slow down,” he cut into her words as he strode towards her. Feigning calm he didn’t feel, he rubbed his palms over her bare arms. “Let’s talk about this for a minute.”
“No. I can’t. No time.” She shrugged away his hands. “I have to go. I have to see if it’s Lincoln.”
“Okay,” he said. “But you’ll need to dress first.”
“Wha-” She glanced down to her still towel-wrapped body. “Oh. Okay. You’re right. I should wear something more appropriate.”