Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Cora rocked her hips back to meet him at each thrust as she returned his sweet kisses. She didn't ever want to forget this. The way his tongue tasted, the way his lips felt as they moved with hers, and the quiet little needy breaths as their pleasures built.

Her hand reaches down to hold his as he plays with her breast, and for a long while she was content to stay this way, stay in this moment with him where she didn't need to be anyone but who he wanted her to be.

Eventually, though, his tender caresses and slow, rocking, thrusts began to build up a burning heat in her core. She begins to move her hips a little faster, a little more forcefully. She pulls back from his kiss momentarily to meet his gaze.

"You're going to make me cum again," she says, then brings her lips back to his, deepening the kiss as her body begins to tense and her cunt tightens around his cock, try to milk him of every last drop.

 

[Poprockz]

Her pussy felt so good, so hot and tightly wrapped around him. He truly wished he could lay with her and simply have continuous sex until he died from exhaustion. That wasn't realistic, but he thought to himself that it would almost be worth it.

It was the small things she did that really made his heart flutter, holding his hand, kissing him back softly, moving her hips in time with him... It all seemed too good to be true. She was everything he wanted in a woman, and yet he had no idea what it was that he wanted. All he knew was that it was her. She had met his vulnerability with her own, two imperfect people simply coming together in one embrace.

He was getting close to cumming himself, despite trying to use deep breaths to stave off his climax. Damien soon feels her start to move more insistently, his own body matching her pace as he starts to pump his cock into her faster. She didn't need to tell him that for him to know that she was nearing bliss, but the words were everything he wanted to hear from her.

His hand abandons her breast and instead he caresses her face as their kiss deepens, holding her to him as his hips move even faster, driving into her to push her over the edge. She was squeezing him so tight, but he wouldn't stop until her body gave in first.

 

[Drobabes]

The heat in her core built and built until finally, it crashed over. Wave after delicious wave, flooding through her body and leaving her feeling like she was drowning in pleasure. She didn't dare break the kiss as her body tensed, and then shook almost violently in his arms. Only when she had reached the very peak did she finally give in to let her head lay on his arm as she moaned and mewled, her hand grabbing the sheet and pulling.

Each little after shock, with his cock now pumping in her hard, made her moan for him. The vibe in her ass kept her teetering on the edge, and just when she thought it was finally receding, her body threw her into another intense orgasm, completely taking her by surprise. She cries out loudly and pushes her hips back against his groin, holding it there as she shook once again.

 

[Poprockz]

He could feel it, the first orgasm crashing through her sweet little body, and her shaking and shivering only made him kiss her with more passion before allowing her to rest her head. Damien wanted to give her all he could, making her feel as good as she possibly could. If there was one thing he was good at, it was making women cum, and for once he was glad that he was able to use this with her.

His panting picked up as he continued, going for his own orgasm now as he fucked her without restraint. After a few minutes of thrusting hard and groaning softly, his eyes widened as he felt her squeeze him hard once more, her merciless pussy pushing back on him and holding him inside. It was too much, his hips pushing hard against her as he let loose his hot cum inside, his balls straining to release as much as possible. A drawn-out groan was elicited as his seed sprang forth. It was almost as though they knew it was going to be one of the last times.

Damien released her leg and instead put his arm around her, holding her close as he spooned her gently. His chest pressed against her back as he took deep breaths to recover. He inhaled the smell of her hair, finding it such an intoxicating smell. She found him burying his face into the back of her neck and resting there.

 

[Drobabes]

She laid her arm over his and squeezed it to her chest as she tried to recover her breath as well. Her legs slowly curl back against his as she holds him just as close. After another minute of panting and finally reaching a somewhat normal level of breathing, she brings his hand up to her lips and kisses him softly.

"Damien,"

Her voice was quiet and gentle.

"As much as I don't want you to let me go, I really need you to turn that vibe off."

Her good humour from earlier laces her tone, and despite asking him to turn the little plug off, she finds it hard to let go of his arm. She really didn't want him to leave her side, but she knew that plug was quickly going to go from pleasurable to painfully irritating.

That, and, she was a little scared he wouldn't come back...

 

[Poprockz]

His body tensed when she said his name, getting a bit of a flashback from their previous encounter, but he finds himself relaxing when he hears her request. He quickly withdraws his arm and reaches down to her ass, carefully pulling the plug out and wrapping it in a wipe before setting it on a bedside table and using a couple wipes afterward. With that, he scooted back up to her and put his arm back around her.

Damien felt so good and so satisfied that he may have actually been able to sleep if he had closed his eyes and let himself go. As it was, he simply enjoyed her company, kissing the back of her neck before whispering, "sorry about that. I got a bit caught up in the moment." His voice was a bit playful as well, though he was a bit sorry that he would have forgotten if it weren't for her.

 

[Drobabes]

Her chest actually fluttered when he came back and wrapped his arms around her again. She had thought that was just an expression of speech, so it took her by surprise when it tickled her chest. She didn't regret it, though. Bringing his hand up to her lips for another kiss, she decided to hold it there for a moment, just enjoying how warm he was.

"That's okay, I did too."

She didn't know what else to say after that, so she just laid with him and let her eyes close.

 

[Poprockz]

The soft kiss to his hand made him smile, content simply to hold her. About five minutes of peace went by before his thoughts of fear started coming back. Why had he given in to her? It would have been awkward and painful, but it would save him more pain in the long run. Now he had tasted something he wasn’t ever meant have to tasted. The harsh truth was that she was leaving tomorrow, and he should never have indulged in letting himself be so close to her.

Did he regret it? Yes and no. Part of him agonized over feeling something he might never feel again, while part of him treasured the memory of her soft words and softer lips. As much as he wanted to stay and cuddle, he understood that it would only continue his descent.

Damien gently withdrew his arm from her, pausing to rub her side and then ass for a moment before starting to scoot away.

 

[Drobabes]

It felt so good to have him hold her, his gentle breaths lulling her into a comfortable bliss. By the time he starts to scoot away, she's already begun to doze off. His movements jerk her awake slightly, a little worried, until she feels his hands rubbing her and soothing her back into that peaceful fog.

She wanted to get up with him, maybe take a shower and get some water, but she was so tired and the bed was so comfortable. When she feels his weight leave the bed, she reaches out for a pillow and cuddles it to her chest. It isn't log at all before she falls into a deep sleep, her face halfway buried in the pillow and a small smile on her lips.

 

[Poprockz]

Against his better judgement, he left her uncuffed for tonight. After all, she was going to leave him tomorrow anyway, and if she decided on feeling murderous, part of him thought that it might be a kinder fate than what might come after she left. Dramatic, yes. But he had been skating by as it was. The man moved to the closet and got out a pair of silky black pajamas for himself. They were long-sleeved and button-up, but they almost made him look like some sort of bond villain.

He reluctantly took her pizza back to the kitchen, putting it away and finishing off his own two slices. Afterward, he read a book for a while on the couch before turning in himself. Damien snuggled against the back of the couch once more, part of him wishing it was her warm, soft body he was up against. He then drifted into a light sleep, his breathing slowing.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora slept heavily for most of the night, only moving once or twice to stretch. In her deep slumber, she dreamed. Many, many dreams she had that night. Most involved her brother, and one in particular that felt a little too real, in that way that dreams sometimes do.

They sat at her table in her apartment, facing each other as if they had come to have a meeting. In the dream, he looked at her very seriously and told her he loved her. He told her that he had found it, that place, and he would see her when she was ready. Then the dream shifted, and she was no longer in her apartment.

She was in a cold room with tall walls and white porcelain tiles under her feet. Behind her he stood, one hand on her shoulder, the other petting her hair. Then he was pushing against her back, forcing her down so her face was laying on the cold.

His hands stroked her, and then moved her skirt. She heard his voice then, so clear in her unconscious mind.

I've never seen such a juicy pussy.

Then there was pain.

Cora woke with a gasp, and for a few seconds she sucked in air like she had been drowning. Her pillow was soaked from the silent tears she had been crying for who knew how long. Shaking, she sat up and turned around, reaching for her nightstand and phone.

She had this dream at least three or four times a month. She never remembered what happened in the dream, she just knew that it was about him. Whenever it happened, she would call her brother up and he would always answer immediately, and he would tell her the same thing each time, without her having to say a word.

He's dead Cory. I killed him. He can't hurt us anymore.

She would tell him thank you, hang up, and then go poor herself a shot of Vodka. But there was no vodka here, and her phone wasn't on the nightstand because she wasn't home.

For the first time in years, her normal routine of coping was thrown out the window. Her chest hurt from the unbridled fear coursing through her veins like ice, and her hands clench the sheets as she shakes. She didn't know what to do; she didn't know how to calm herself down, and she felt like she was going to have a heart attack if she couldn't get more air into her lungs.

"Damien", her voice was a small squeak, and she wasn't even conscious that she had called out to him in her desperation. All she knew was that it was pitch black in that room and she felt like something was going to pounce on her, but what it was she didn't know.

 

[Poprockz]

He was already awake when she squeaked. Her whimpers in her sleep had woken him up and he had lain there, not knowing what to do or whether she was dreaming of him. If she was having a nightmare about Damien, what good would it do to go and rouse her from her sleep. That would just reinforce that the nightmare was real.

However, he soon heard her shaky breaths and his name called out weakly, as though simply calling it might make her vulnerable to something else, perhaps something worse than himself. He immediately turned on a nearby lamp and walked over to the bed, looking down at the terrified woman. He didn't know how to comfort her, what he should do in that situation. All he knew was that he wanted her to feel safe again, and that she was so beautiful even in her fear.

"Cora. Sit up." He gently helped her do so before propping up a pillow and sitting behind her, his legs on either side of her as he pulled her back against his chest. Damien wrapped his arms around her and leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder and rocking her back and forth slightly. "I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm not good at this kind of thing, but I'm here. Just tell me what to do, Cora."

His voice was soft, uncertain, the man treading in new territory for him. Maybe she didn't want him there, or maybe she just needed the light on, but he wouldn't know unless he asked.

 

[Drobabes]

Her shaking stopped almost immediately as he wrapped himself around her like a warm blanket, and his gentle rocking let her breathe. Logically she knew that nothing in the room was going to hurt her, but her brain wouldn't let it go so easily, convinced that something was wrong, that she was in danger. But the soft glow of the lamp chased away the shadows, and Damien's strong arms around her made her feel protected.

It takes her a moment to answer him, to even realize he had said something.

"Just...give me a minute... I just need to breathe for a minute."

She held onto his arms tightly like they were her life jacket, as she leaned her head against his and let him rock her for another few moments. Finally she takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly, sitting up a little but making no move to leave his lap.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

 

[Poprockz]

He did as she asked, simply holding her and rocking gently. His own breathing was soft and even, his heart rate slower than hers, calm. It didn't seem like she was having a nightmare about him, seeing as she didn't recoil from his touch. But what could she have been dreaming about that was so disturbing as to cause a panic attack? Damien had heard that nightmares could feel very real at times, so perhaps it just was too frightening that simply waking up was not enough.

When she sat up a little, he continued to sit behind her, gently keeping her leaning against his chest. "It's okay. I told you, I'm a light sleeper, so I was already awake. I could... hear you in your sleep, but I thought coming over might make things worse for you." Damien wanted to ask her what it was that had scared her, but she had just calmed down enough to talk, so he didn't want to send her back into panic.

 

[Drobabes]

There was a long pause as she simply sat there, trying to collect her thoughts. She wished she could predict those damn things a little better, but she never knew when they were going to happen or what specifically triggered them.

"Thank you...I usually handle that a little better, but, I'm not at home."

She rubs her eyes and runs her hands through her hair.

"Can I have some water? Or a beer?"

She really wanted a shot, but she wasn't sure if that would be asking too much.

 

[Poprockz]

"I'm more than happy to give you some beer, but are you sure that would be wise on an empty stomach?" He carefully scooted her forward and put his leg down, pulling his other leg from around her so that he could walk over to one of the kitchen shelves. He "Hmm'd" as he started setting bottles of liquor on the counter, trying to get to the beer near the back.

"One moment, I keep it in the back." Damien grabbed a couple of beer bottles and set them down, starting to put the different bottles of hard alcohol back into the cabinet. He thought that maybe water would be better for her, but after a nightmare so bad, it couldn't hurt to get her a little tipsy to ease her fear.

 

[Drobabes]

She hugged herself a little as she peaked over, watching him in the kitchen. Her eyes widened a little at the, she had to admit, pretty dope assortment of booze.

"I'll eat whatever you give me if I can have a shot of that vodka."

Her voice was dead serious, no hint of joking in it.

 

[Poprockz]

He looked a bit excited at the opportunity. Going to the fridge, he grabbed some cheese and deli meet and made a simple sandwich for her, taking out a couple packets of mayo and mustard in case she liked that on her sandwiches. Cutting the sandwich in half diagonally, he set the plate and packets down on the bedside table. The bread would soak up the booze and make it easier to digest rather than sucker-punching her. He had experienced many a day of drinking on an empty stomach and it always bit him in the ass.

"You get a shot for each half of the sandwich you eat, sound fair?" Damien asked as he turned to the counter and put all of the booze back. Moving to another cabinet, he grabbed two shot-glasses and went to the freezer, pulling out a half-consumed bottle of expensive vodka. The outside was frosted, the liquid inside chilled.

Opening the fridge again, he took out a coke and took it to her as well, setting all of the items on the bed-side table before scooting in behind her again and leaning back. He didn't touch her, his hand very cold from holding the vodka.

 

[Drobabes]

She couldn't help but smile at that look on his face as he started making her something. It almost reminded her of her brother, when he got to do the cooking when he was staying over for a visit.

"I just need one shot, but I'll eat the whole sandwich."

As he put the food and drinks before her, she immediately reaches out and takes the shot in her hand before he has a chance to stop her. She really appreciated that he made her food, but she didn't want to wait until after she ate the sandwich to have that shot because she knew she wouldn't be able to relax. She doesn't exactly knock it back, but she does chug it. When she's done, she sits the glass down and picks up her food and immediately starts to eat, using his chest as a back rest. After a few quick bites, she sighs heavily and closes her eyes.

"Thank you Damien. You didn't have to do that for me. It means a lot."

Her hand reaches down and finds his, and she gives it a little squeeze before going back to her meal.

 

[Poprockz]

He disapproved of taking the shot first, but it seemed like she needed it, so he let it slide. Damien took the other shot and knocked it back in one gulp, deciding that he could use a bit of booze as well. After all, he was feeling just a tad uncomfortable being so close to her so soon now that the heat of the moment had passed and she was calm once more.

When she thanked him and squeezed his hand, his face screwed up a bit and guilt twisted his gut. He didn't deserve her thanks; she had probably had that nightmare from the stress of being here with him. Damien also didn't like how soft and sweet her voice was, or rather he liked it too much and recognized that fact. He was sure doing a shit job at distancing himself, and every second spend with her seemed to be pulling him further.

The man didn't reply to her, simply resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes, his arms wrapping loosely around her stomach as she ate and the booze settled in his stomach.

 

[Drobabes]

When she was done, she sat the plate down on the table and scooted back a little more. His comforting presence was almost better than the booze, and a small part of her didn't like that she had never gotten that comfort from her previous boyfriend's. It made her fear the dawn, and she knew that shouldn't be right. She shouldn't be afraid to say goodbye.

"Damien, can I trust you?"

She wrapped her arm over his and pulled him a little closer, suddenly very scared to meet his gaze. The alcohol working through her system made head a little heavy, though. Made her want to say things to him that she really shouldn't.

 

[Poprockz]

He thought for a moment, and pursed his lips while lifting his head from her shoulder and resting it back against the wall. What a question for her to ask. It was a simple question, and yet it was a bit more complex than that.

"No, you cannot. It would be better for you to despise me, it would be easier that way," he replied, his voice strained. Damien wanted nothing more than for her to trust her, but he knew that it would only end in them both being hurt in the end. He felt something toward her that he hadn't ever felt, and yet he knew that he would disappoint the woman. Three days was a short time to peek into someone's life and the way they acted, it was too short a time to see the many faults and ways in which they were insufficient.

He could make her cum all day and night, but when it came to anything more, he knew that he would only poison her life and make things difficult for her. The man reached over and poured another shot, knocking it back as well before opening the coke and drinking a couple gulps.

 

[Drobabes]

"...It would be better for you to despise me..."

She watched as he poured himself another shot and she wondered if she shouldn't be doing the same. Drink, go back to sleep, before she had a chance to shoot herself in the foot with her own words.

"Well that's...part of the problem..."

Her eyes looked at the plate. They looked at the bed, and then at her wrists. He had done a very bad thing. Maybe he had done more, things she didn't know about, but...he had told her that tonight, just tonight... He was hers. And she was was his.

"Damien, I could have handcuffed you earlier. I had the chance to. But I... I couldn't do it. I just...I couldn't.

"I lied to myself earlier. I told myself it was because I was scared that if I did, you would have just found me later, or I would have spent the rest of my life looking over my shoulder in fear. But that's not..."

Suddenly she turned around to look at him, and try as she might, there were tears in her eyes again.

"I couldn't do it because I don't think that you're evil. It's stupid, and I should be afraid of you, I should have ran and never looked back but I...I couldn't bring myself to hurt you like that.."

 

[Poprockz]

He took another sip of the carbonated beverage as she started to speak, wondering what she had meant by that first sentence. Was she saying that it was difficult to despise him? That seemed a bit far-fetched considering what he had done.

When she mentioned the handcuffs, his eyes widened and he looked over to his right, seeing them wrapped around the bars, open and waiting for a pair of wrists to restrain. With his hands up like that, she could very well have cuffed him and found the keys, leaving him to eventually weasel his way out of them. He would have been at her mercy... And yet she hadn't gone through with it.

Damien continued to listen, setting the coke down, his hand shaking a bit. It wasn't in anger, but more in shock. The expression on his face reflected this when she turned around, his mouth slightly ajar as he met her eyes.

What she said next hit him like a train. He actually sucked in a breath and held it for a second, following it up with shallow breaths. His eyes grew a bit misty and he fought to retain control of himself. There was no way that what she was saying was true. He could see in her eyes that she was being honest, but his mind would not accept it.

He was a murderer, a rapist, someone you wouldn't give a second thought about if he was killed off in a tv show. He broke everything he touched and couldn't make things last for longer than a few days. The truth was that he had never tried before, but he was absolutely sure that he was unlovable.

"Cora... you do realize I killed someone, don't you?" He paused and fixed her with a hard stare. "You do realize that I took you to this cabin and raped you, don't you? You said no, but I ignored you, cuffing you to the bed so that you couldn't escape. You have only known me for two days, and yet you think you can ignore what you've seen and decide that I'm not an evil person? Let's say I'm not evil, then I'm certainly not good. I'm the sort of person you don't want in your life."

Damien shook his head, "just go to sleep Cora."

 

[Drobabes]

She couldn't stop the tears leaking down her face. She hated it, she hated that she was such a cry baby, but as she listened to him talk she finally recognized what it was that had felt so familiar to her. He hated himself.

Slowly she moved herself out of his lap, scooting in front of him to sit on her legs so that she could stare him down.

"I know you did."

Despite the tears that just wouldn't stop, her voice was steady.

"I only really said no the first time. And I'm not ignoring anything; I'm not blinding myself to what you did or trying to justify it. You did something very bad. You shouldn't have done that. But you also never hurt me, and you never tried to break me. You took something because you didn't know how to get it, not because you knew how but wanted to cause pain despite that..."

She shook her head and wiped her eyes with her arm, and her voice starts to break from the strain.

"And no I am not going to bed unless you make me you...you asshole!"

She covers her eyes with her arm and her chest shakes as she tries so hard to control herself.

Damn you. Damn you for making me care about you!