Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

Jameson looked at her with an amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Ever since she had come here, she had been such a little ball of spunk and fire, and every time she displayed it like that, it always made him want to laugh. He wasn't the type that laughed easily though, so usually he just got a bit of a twinkle in his eye or shook his head.

He didn't answer her, choosing instead to just lean back and watch the monitors. Their soft, rhythmic beeping soon lulled him into a light sleep, and before he knew it, he was dosing right along with them.
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Damien wasn't the only one struggling with that siren song, as even as she tried to fight it, his little movements and jagged breathing were slowly rousing her from that deep slumber, pulling at her mind, beckoning her to come play.

She stretched again, just a little, her feet coming down under the covers to seek his own out as her hand left his shirt to rub up along his chest. The way his muscles felt, both hard, yet soft, had her repeating the motion a few times, just enjoying the way his body felt beneath her. She still wasn't fully awake yet, but it seemed as if she were getting there, and perhaps it would only take a bit of coaxing.
 
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Each of his arms were at his sides, his hands clinging to the bed in the hopes that they wouldn't slither around her body like he so desperately wanted. The man wished he could lay his hands upon her ass and hold her against him as he rubbed his increasingly erect thickness against her. Alas, he would have to resist going that far. God did he want to do it though; that sexy little minx didn't know what she was doing to him.

The fact that she was now rubbing his chest and letting her feet sleepily play with his own didn't help. His sexual frustration built up in a soft but involuntary groan, the man getting only so much relief by gently working his hips. Would it be rude to wake her up? Was it selfish to want Cora to be awake so he could get some relief from the spell he was under?

Her breasts were so soft, smooshed against his chest like that, and he liked to think that maybe her own body was being stimulated by this a bit. Opening his eyes, they roamed her sleeping face once more, gently caressing her features and taking note of the way her lips were ever-so-slightly parted.
 
Cora had fallen into a bit of a dream, her slight rousing bringing her awake enough just to mingle it in with reality and make it seem all the more real.

In the dream, she was lying in her own bed back at her apartment, and Damien was laying right beside her. His steely eyes were looking down at her with a mixture of love, affection, and hunger, and her own eyes were reflecting his feelings back at him. They were touching each other as they gazed back and forth, but their touches were so featherlight and just barely a caress, as if he was afraid he might hurt her. She wanted to tell him that it was alright, she knew he would never hurt her, and that she wanted his touch like a starving man longs for bread. Still, though, his fingers remained teasing, hovering just over her skin.

Looking down in her dream, she noticed how much of a bulge he had in his boxers, and she wanted nothing more than for him to seek his release within the hot depths of her tight embrace. Her hazel eyes looked back up at him, and with a playfully coy look, she let her hand begin to travel down his chest.

Not realizing that she was doing it, Cora's hand did begin to move down his chest then, at first slow, but then a bit quicker, in that way that a sleeping person sometimes moves. Her hand then fell upon his hip, coming to rest just above his throbbing member, but without actually touching him.

"Mm..." she mumbles, her face twitching just the smallest bit, and then in just the quietest whisper of a voice, she mumbles once more.

"I love you baby...but no leg bar..."
 
The path of her hand sent tingles through his body straight to his cock, those sweet fingers dragging lower on his abdomen until they... stopped right before his dick. God, it was such a shame, he wished she had kept going, graced it with that soft, warm touch of hers. It's proximity coaxed another soft groan from him, the man in love with the way even a slight movement of hers could tease him mercilessly.

However, when she spoke he stopped and listened to those sleepy words. Damien mouthed the words she had murmured, "no leg bar?" with a very confused look on his face. What in the world did she mean by that, and did she even really mean anything? It was entirely possible that she was having a dream about something completely unrelated like gymnastics perhaps. He couldn't really think of anything else that could be considered a "leg bar," but he had heard that sometimes dreams were a bit odd sometimes and logic didn't always take the forefront.

Of course part of him wished that she was dreaming about him and his cock, but he wasn't going to indulge that sort of thinking right now; after all, it would only rile him up more to know that she even dreamed of him.
 
No leg bar?, the dream Damien asked, giving her a teasing grin.

Then what about handcuffs?

Cora smiled, her lips curling up at the corners of her mouth, both in and out of her dream. He was so playful, those fingers tantalizing her with how close they would roam to her hot sex before making a slow trail back up her side and then over her arms. He was teasing her so badly, and yet, she found herself just wanting to be playful with her steely eyed lover.

With a little mischief in her eyes, Cora brought her hands up in her dreams and began to try to tickle him, her fingers moving up and down his sides and then under his arms. Of course, her physical body didn't move nearly as much, but her fingers did began to playfully twitch and lightly scratch his skin through the fabric, her thumb coming forward just slightly to teasingly drag over the cotton of his boxers.
 
Wait a second... in his brain it clicked, realizing that she might have been talking about what he used on her legs in the cabin. Maybe she was actually dreaming about him. His eyes gleamed slightly as he watched her give him a dreamy little smirk. Maybe he would have to make her dream partially a reality, wanting so badly to relive the eroticism of their cabin vacation.

For a moment when her fingers started to move, he wasn't quite sure what she was doing. Soon though, her fingers got up to speed just enough for it to start being ticklish. The man couldn't help but squirm slightly; he really couldn't survive this sort of stimulation with no relief in sight. It was time for action, his brain largely being led in the charge by his lustful trouser snake. The man wanted his venom so deep inside of her, intoxicating and making her body relish the final throes of bliss.

Quickly, he reached down and grabbed each of her hands with his own, gently holding her wrists. Transferring them both to one of his hands, he slid his hand around her and scooted them to the edge of the bed so he could swiftly roll them, putting himself on top of her with her wrists pinned above her head. With that, he started to grind his cock against her with more need, panting slightly and trying to get ahold of himself. It was almost painful how much he wanted to yank down her pants and drive himself into her.

"Cora..." he groaned more loudly this time, unable to hold back at this point. Part of him wanted her to wake up, if only so that he could know whether his lust would be fulfilled by her benevolence.
 
The dream faded away rather abruptly as she felt someone take hold of her wrists, and all at once, her adrenaline kicked up and made a spark of fear roll through her mind. It was such a strong reaction, such a strong shock to her system, that it awoke her in an instant, and for just a brief second, her eyes widened in panic, not knowing if there was danger. Although, as soon as she could blink the sleepiness from her eyes and look up to see that it was only Damien who had her pinned down, she let out a shaky little breath.

Her eyes found his own then, and not a second after she saw the burning fire in those dark depths did she feel him grind his hard erection against her already heated and wet sex, and hear her name leave his lips.

The breath that had left her in relief was soon sucked back in in a little gasp, her hips involuntarily grinding back against him slightly. She had to say, she was a bit shocked to be woken up like this, but by no means was she complaining. If anything, it was only making her little heart pound with excitement and her cheeks begin to flush as she looked down between them, wanting to see how big and hard he was for her.

Cora looked back up, having saw the sight of him and swallowing hard when he ground into her once more, and she met his steel eyes with a soft look. Her body had tensed up at first, but now that she was conscious and aware of what was going on, she absolutely melted for him. She let her arms and hands relax, and in a show of submissiveness, because god did she love it when he took control over her like this, she opened her legs up wider to him and let out a little whimper of need. Her hot sex was an invitation and an offering, begging him to fuck her to sate his own lust.
 
When she awoke, he had caught that little look of fear, his heart skipping a beat as he worried that he may have gone too far. As her eyes found him though, he was surprised and very pleased to find her checking out his hefty package, meeting his gaze afterwards with a look that made him shudder. Those hazel eyes of hers were telling him how much she longed for him and how sexy she thought he was, that look of desire giving him the green light to continue what he was doing.

Her legs had parted for him, that beautiful pussy of hers just waiting underneath the fabric of her damp panties. At that moment, he was so fucking grateful that he had gone to bed in only his shirt and boxers. He had figured his jeans would be uncomfortable for him, so he had slipped them off last night, and now all he would have to do would be to pull down his boxers.

With a slight smirk, he leaned closer to her and softly said, "good morning." That was all the greeting she got though, as he soon swooped down and let his lips collide with hers, a ravenous pressure being put upon her. A snug grip was kept on her wrists as his other hand held her neck for a moment as they kissed, soon moving slowly down her body as though drinking in the details of her skin every step of the way. As it moved below her breasts, he splayed his fingers and put a very soft pressure on her abdomen as he dragged it down further. The goal of his journey was soon reached- her underwear.

Teasing her, he let a single finger play with the elastic of her underwear, sliding side to side within before lightly letting go; oh to be a pair of underwear, constantly pressed against Cora's perfect pussy. Sliding downward, he let his hand come further down, skirting her pussy by going down her thigh before coming back to caress it. Those large fingers of his rubbed against her mound, not completely cupping it, but letting his fingertips tease with a feather-light touch.

Oh my, her underwear was soaked for him, likely his dream counterpart having warmed her up while she slumbered. His smirk only grew before he said with a devilish look in his eyes, "already soaked, sexy minx. Were you having dirty dreams about me?"
 
She had started to smirk a bit when he leaned down, her eyes traveling down to his lips as he greeted her before quickly looking back up just as he came forward to claim her mouth. Her eyes closed and she breathed in deeply, shivering at the feeling of his warm hand wrapping around her neck as she kissed him back with fervor.

Cora tried to be good as he gave her such a sweet morning greeting, but when his soft hand began to slide down her chest, her hips began to lift slightly until she realized and stopped. Although, she couldn't help but whimper again as his soft hand made that slow trail down her flesh, lightly gracing over her nipples, which had become hardened and poked out from the soft cotton of her bra, before moving to the sensitive skin of her stomach, and then...that most sensitive spot.

When he broke that kiss she was breathing heavily, her eyes opening slowly to meet his own as he teased her skin, causing her to shiver again and let out a soft moan as he fingers graced her so lightly. When at last they delved between her legs and just barely rubbed against her soft mound, she whimpered and squirmed, her lips almost forming into a little pout. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was so wet that it was damn near uncomfortable. Was she still dreaming? Was this just more of a tease, with no relief in sight? No. That handsome face and liquid steel gaze were much too intoxicating to merely be a dream.

"already soaked, sexy minx. Were you having dirty dreams about me?"

"Yes," she said, panting a little as she tried so hard not to squirm or pull out of his grasp so that she could touch herself.

"And you were teasing me just as badly as you are now..."

Now there was no hiding it. Her brows knit a bit and she full on pouted her lips, trying to make him feel sorry for how heated he had made her cheeks, and how soaked her cotton undies were after she had just gotten them clean again. If he was currently pinning her down with that gentle grip, she might have tried to return the favor.
 
"Yes... And you were teasing me just as badly as you are now..."

His cock twitched in his boxers when she admitted to it, the man excited that she had actually been having dreams about him. To be so important to her that she even craved his company when she slept was the most flattering thing he could think of at the moment.

"Well... I suppose I can't have my dream-self leaving you all hot and bothered without any relief, now can I? I have to admit that the idea of him touching you makes me simultaneously turned on and jealous. I'll just have to remind you how much better the real thing can be." A cocky grin came to his face, the man knowing that he could make her body writhe for him. She was already panting with lust, those pert nipples not being missed by his keen eye.

Releasing her wrists for just a moment, he raised his eyebrow pointedly as though to tell her not to move her hands. Once he had both of his own free, he pulled his shirt up off of his smooth chest, leaning forward to wrap it around her wrists and tie it off. It certainly wouldn't keep her completely incapacitated if she didn't want to be, but it was tight enough not to come loose without a bit of effort.

Now that she was secured, he pulled his boxers down just enough to let his cock come out to play. It was very hard from his one-sided foreplay, throbbing and eager to bury itself into her slick passage. He didn't let her have it just yet though, he needed to take her panties off first. Reaching down, he pulled them down her hips and legs, their soft texture teasing those beautiful legs of hers before he tossed them to the side of the bed.

"Hmm..." He hummed to himself in appreciation, gently spreading her legs and looking down at her glistening petals. Reaching out, he let his fingers touch her slickness, gathering some of her moisture before spreading it on his cock. All the while his gaze was drawn to her pouty face.

Unexpectedly though he closed her legs, sidling up close to her and letting them rest against his chest. She would feel his cock rubbing against the back of her pussy near her entrance; he even let his head push almost inside her. Though instead of penetrating her, he redirected himself, letting cock simply slide between her thighs, slowly thrusting between them while the underside of his cock rubbed against her clit. It made a very slick sound, her thighs soon smeared with her juices as his cock would poke out every now and then. Every few thrusts, a little bit of precum would dribble out onto her abdomen, warm against her hot skin.
 
"I have to admit that the idea of him touching you makes me simultaneously turned on and jealous."

A little snort of a laugh left her, her hazel eyes crinkling up with just a little mirth as she laid beneath him. She knew there was likely a bit of truth behind that statement, as she could definitely see him getting that jealous, but at the same time, she just found the comment to be silly, and especially with how he had followed it up with that cocky little grin. Still, he had that cocky attitude for a reason, and Cora had no doubts that he would have her crying out his name in no time at all.

When he released her hands, she had begun to move them. She was itching to be touched, or touch him, and her arms had started to move down just the slightest bit in anticipation of doing so. However, when he gave her that warning look, she stopped. Her brows went up in a bit of innocent surprise, and the corners of her mouth twitched as she tried to fight off a smile, but, she didn't move any further. She was much too eager to see what he had planned.

Cora watched intently as he removed his shirt, her eyes raking over his form as he came towards her. She had a much harder time trying not to squirm now, as she wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around him and pull him closer to her heat, their lips seeking each others out once more in a hungry kiss. She didn't quite get that wish, but she did get the next best thing-the feeling of those warm fingers pulling her soft underwear down and off of her legs.

Still, he was moving so slowly, those talented hands of his only just barely gracing her goosefleshed skin as he parted her legs, that when he did finally touch her slick folds, Cora jumped from the sheer pleasure of it before letting out a little moan. Her hips came up off the bed slightly, seeking out those fingers that had so ruthlessly left her craving more.

When he suddenly closed her legs, Cora's eyes flicked up to his own and she gave him a simultaneously confused and pouting look. Why was he closing her legs? She wanted nothing more than for him to move up her body and push himself into her so deeply, until he was fully buried within her.

"What are you doing?" she had started to ask, only to let her question drop off as she let out a little gasp. The feeling of his warm cock touching her, finally, was so good. She had absolutely no words in that moment that could have described how badly she wanted him, and just what he was doing to her as he began to tease her clit with that big cock of his.

Her eyes closed slowly as she laid her head back down on the mattress, and her hands came down to lay over her breasts, not being able to help herself. She didn't try to free her wrists from their soft cloth cuffs, but her hands formed into little fists and her back arched as she mewled and lewdly moaned out her praise.
 
That pouty look she gave him when he had closed her legs made him want to chuckle. It was obvious that she was impatient, almost frustrated that he hadn't speared himself deep into her heat yet. He really wanted to, but it would all be in good time. First, he wanted to cum all over the cinnamon-skin of her stomach.

The way she moved her arms and arched her back as he pleasured her clit though... It made him want more. His eyes hungrily devouring every little move and mewl she made. Pausing, he decided that he did want a little show. He knew it was a bit indecisive of him, but he couldn't help but be persuaded by how sexy she was acting. After that moment of stillness, he decided to simply let his impulses guide him this morning.

Parting her legs again, he brought his hips back just a bit and grinded forward against her, holding back just enough not to hurt her. She was so slick that any force he exerted on her was simply lent toward slipping pleasantly back and forth. The man leaned over her, kissing up her abdomen before he reached her bra. He gripped the middle of it with his teeth and lifted it, pulling it up and over just enough to free those soft mounds of hers. Well, soft except when it came to those nipples of hers. His eyes appreciated them, taking a finger and very slowly let it trace around the very edge of her areola before drawing back.

His mouth was watering, wanting to latch onto her and not let go until he had his fill. That being said, he restrained himself and looked up at her face. It was time to free her, Damien reaching up and untying the shirt, tossing it too over the side of the bed.

"I'm being a bit fickle this morning, but I can't help but want you to show me more of that lustful expression of yours." He let his warm chest come down to press against her, his hips still very slowly moving to rub himself against her. She would find his lips next to her ear as he made his desires known. "Touch yourself for me. Lick your fingers and rub them against those gorgeous little rosebuds... Show me how much you want it. The sooner I cum between your legs, the sooner I'll give your pussy something so filling, you may not have room for breakfast later."

With a little smirk, he drew back and let his face hover over hers. His lips lowered and pressed against hers sensually, drawing back before it could be deepened. The man then moved back, straightening up and replacing her legs against his chest. Wrapping an arm around her legs, he held them tightly to him as his cocked rubbed between her thighs and his steely eyes watched her expectantly. What lewd faces would she make and how red would those cheeks get?
 
She had opened her eyes, curious of why he had paused, though when she saw him parting her legs she smiled. That smile soon turned back into that pouty expression as her lips parted with a little 'oh', his cock rubbing against her slick folds with that extra bit of force sending a hot zip of pleasure straight through her core. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she has to take a deep breath as he almost pushes her over the edge with just those few movements.

As his warm lips touched the soft flesh of her stomach, her breathing picks up into shallow little pants, her hips squirming beneath him again as he worked his way up to her bra, and then freed her. She wanted so badly to reach up and weave her fingers through his hair, especially when he teasingly circled her nipple, making her arch her back again, but he had bound her hands so she was hesitant, unsure of how much control he wanted right at that moment. Cora knew he liked it when she touched him, but the way in which he had woken her up left her feeling as if she would have a funner, and wetter, time should she simply listen to his demands.

His hard body laying down against her had her closing her eyes, her warm breaths still coming hot and shallow. God, could he get her anymore worked up? Maybe it was only because she had already been dreaming about it, but every little movement felt so sensitive and electric; Cora even found herself raising her hips up, trying to line the tip of his cock up with her warm sleeve, if only to feel him push into her for just a moment. Yes, if he would only give her just a bit of relief...

"Touch yourself for me...Show me how much you want it."

A shiver ran down her spine and her eyes open slowly, the fire in them burning bright as he met her gaze. When he graced her lips she found herself clinging to him slightly, her delicate hands gripping his arms gently and her lips following his for a brief second after he pulls away. Soon, too soon, he was once more sitting up and holding her legs, his cock still rubbing so pleasurably against her clit as he stared down at her with that little smile that made her chest flutter. She gave him a little smile of her own, and then relaxed back against the bed and let out a small, slow, breath while she closed her eyes. If she didn't calm herself down, she was going to fall over that cliff and not be able to do as he asked.

As her hands had come down near her hips when he pulled back, this is where she decided to start. Her fingers splayed out against her skin, and slowly, she let them roam up her body. Her fingers and thumbs cup her slim waist as she moves up, enjoying the soft and silky texture of her own flesh until she reaches her ribs, where she takes some of the pressure off, only lightly skirting up until her fingers brush the underside of those soft globes. Her knuckles drag across and under slowly, each hand moving up in unison until both of her hands have reached the top, and then she lets her fingers splay out once more as she gently grips her breasts, pawing and kneading them gently.

Her brows knit a bit, her face unconsciously taking on a very lewd look as she feels how hard her nipples have become, and her lips parting slightly as she rubs them against the palms of her hands. The soft blush that had been painting her cheeks begins to warm the flesh of her neck and collarbone, her back arching once again as she takes in a little gasp, and her elbows pull in towards her side just as her fingers squeeze the sensitive flesh of her breasts a little harder.

It had only been a mere moment, and yet, already Cora has all but forgotten she has an audience. The combination of her own soft flesh and hands, pleasuring her body in a way that she knew was just right, combined with Damien's hard cock working her clit, had her floating on a cloud of pleasure.
 
It pleased him to see that she had to take a stabilizing breath before starting, just one more piece of evidence pointing to the fact that he was driving her crazy. When the time came for her to reach that peak, he wanted her to cum hard for him, knowing that only he could touch her with the tenderness and carnal lust of a man who truly loved her. That was one of the most comforting thoughts he could know; even if she found pleasure in another man's embrace, if she didn't hold that man in her heart then it didn't mean anything.

Her hands... god, they were so beautiful. They moved with the grace of koi swimming effortlessly over the smooth surface of her skin. It almost felt like he was vicariously touching her, each caress letting him imagine what it would feel like to have his own hands gliding along her warm body. Unbeknownst to him, his hips would speed up slightly as the moments passed, enraptured and distracted by her display of sensuality.

Damien made a hungry face of his own when he saw her knit her brows, the softness of her breasts slightly spilling out between her fingers as she fondled them. The way she looked so consumed in the pleasure made his cock twitch, a bit more precum drooling from his swollen pole. Everything she was doing was perfect, like something out of the wettest dream he could imagine. He was a bit speechless, silently watching that blush spread like a couple drops of of pink paint on a soft-brown canvas.

The only noise he made was a soft pant, the man unable to keep his breath from quickening. It was as though nothing else mattered but watching Cora touch herself for him. Only for him.
 
She could feel him picking up the pace and it only spurred her on, her pleasure growing by the second and becoming more and more difficult to hold back. Her fingers squeeze and knead her sensitive flesh for a few seconds before she lets her thumb and forefinger begin to gently toy with her nipples, squeezing, but not too hard. It was just enough to bring those hard little points to attention, simultaneously showing off to her hansom lover as she pleasured her own body.

"Oh..." she breathed, his sudden increase in speed making her lose focus on what she was doing. Her clit was beginning to demand all of her attention, his velvet cock simply being too much to ignore any longer. Cora knew she was about to lose this little battle, but a part of her, the part that craved Damien's gaze and attention just as much as she craved his touch, demanded that she not disappoint him. If she was going to cum, then she knew she could only do so while she was showing him just how thankful she was for his touch.

Opening her eyes, she gazed up at him with a hooded look as her hands began to trail down her slender form once more. She moved them at a moderate pace-not being able to keep herself slow and steady any longer, but still kept her fingers splayed and touching her skin in that erotic dance. And with her eyes now captured by his gaze, she let her breathing pick up to lewd pant to match his own, her hands only stopping as they found that sweet, sticky nectar that was his precum.

"Damien, baby..." she panted, almost begged, as her fingers began to paint his sweet viscous liquid across the canvas of her body.
 
"Oh" was right. She was absolutely breathtaking as she teased her nipples, putting on just the kind of show he wanted. It seemed like while she did want to please him, she wasn't going to sacrifice her own pleasure just to do something that looked flashy. The fact that she was really enjoying herself and being so turned on by their playtime only made his heart swell with affection and lust.

"Damien, baby..."

He didn't know what it was about it, but watching her spread the sweet cream of life over her stomach really sealed the deal for him. She needed more paint to work with than that, and he was happy to provide. At that point, his cock was rubbing so quickly and deliciously against her clit, the man loving how slick and warm it was being sandwiched between her thighs and her petals. More than that, he couldn't take how sexy she looked when she looked up at him through her eyelashes like that while speaking in that pleading tone.

With a bit of a shudder, he leaned forward a bit and pumped his cock with abandon. It didn't last too long, the man unable to bear holding himself back any longer. "Oh Cora... fuck..." he groaned softly as he leaned forward a bit more and pressed himself against the backs of her legs tightly, his abs tightening from his impending orgasm. His cock's head was poking out between her legs as it unleashed several jets of cum onto her stomach and hands, the man letting out another groan as he closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling.

Once the last bit of cum was lovingly dripped onto her body, he panted softly and turned his head to kiss her ankle softly, "you could make Aphrodite cream her underwear, you know that?" A little smile came to his lips even as his eyes remained closed.
 
Cora couldn't hold back any longer, (she had barely been holding on as it was!), and just as soon as she heard her name leave his lips, she felt herself falling over that cliff. That delicious wave of pleasure rolled through her fast and hard, her pussy clenching and drenching Damien in her warm fluids as his hard member drew out her orgasm by rubbing so pleasurably against her clit, and the feeling of his warm cum joining her fingers on her tummy was like the cherry on top and she couldn't help but rub it in just a bit, her orgasm tapering off. Once it was over, and her soft mewls had died down into simple, quick breathing, her body relaxing as the little aftershocks rolled through her, Cora closed her eyes and let out a satisfied little hum.

"you could make Aphrodite cream her underwear, you know that?"

The soft kiss to her ankle made her all but purr for him, but his words drew forth a little giggle, her nose scrunching up a bit with mirth at the idea of it. She then opened her eyes and gazed up at him softly, completely sated with their activities.

"Mm. Goodmorning love."

Her voice was dreamy, her eyes taking in his hansom face. He was so important to her, the one person she loved more than she thought was ever possible. Sometimes she even wondered if she wouldn't wake up one day and realize it had all simply been a lovely dream. Although, if that were ever the case, she imagined that she really wouldn't be able to take her waking life this time. A life without him, even if she had all the love in the world from friends, would never be enough for her, now.
 
"Goodmorning... lovely," he replied, opening his eyes and meeting her gaze. She was looking at him so lovingly, he almost couldn't believe that those dreamy eyes were looking at him, Damien, the man who didn't until recently didn't know what it was to have a woman's heart to call his own. The woman below him looked at him like he was the dreamiest prince straight out of a fairy tale, even though he was just another imperfect man.

An extremely contented look came to his face and he tilted his head to the side to rest against her ankle as he enjoyed the moment, his grey eyes moving down her body and then back up to her eyes as though he had all the time in the world. With a sigh and a playful look in his eye, he said "hmm... you know, I never knew how wonderful it is to fall asleep and wake up the next morning with the woman I love right next to me. I always thought that people were bullshitting when they talked about "hearts skipping a beat" or "fluttering" or any of what I used to think was romantic nonsense."

He thoughtfully lifted his head and parted her legs once more, reaching down and rubbing his cock against her now drenched folds. His cock's head glided so easily until it was perched just at her entrance. Though he had just cum, his cock was still hot and ready for her. Pushing his hips forward, he slowly slipped inside her, his cock slowly rubbing against the sensitive walls of her passage. It delved deeply until there was no more of his cock to give, her pussy full and his cock throbbing.

"I used to think that."

Leaning over, he draped himself over her once more, though this time he wasn't going to tease; at this point he merely wanted them to coexist in this loving embrace. The man looked into her eyes, hoping she knew how much he loved her before sweetly pressing his lips to hers. There was no need to pull away, his mouth deepening the kiss as his forearm propped him up, his fingers weaving into her hair. At that point, he started to sensually roll his hips, opting for deeper and slower thrusts. His other hand reached back, finding her knee before his fingers splayed and slid up her smooth leg until it reached her hip.
 
Cora watched the way his eyes roamed her body, his face and posture so relaxed. In turn, it made her feel relaxed, and she all but forget where she was. She could have even forgotten who she was, so lost in his warm gaze, and she didn't think she would mind that at all.

Her hazel eyes watched him playfully as he began to speak, though his words touched her very soul. If it wasn't for the fact that his still hard cock was now slowly entering her, making her pouty red lips part as a small breath left her, they might have teared up from the overwhelming feelings that she had for the man.

"I used to think that."

Her own eyes met his gaze with the same intensity, and when his lips sought out her own, she returned his kiss with a soft smile. As her eyes close, she let's her tongue come out to play, softly and sensually seeking out his own in the same intimate pace as he was filling her so deeply. One of her hands lays itself upon his side, and then she slowly slides it up his back to his shoulder, where she gently pulls him towards her as her other hand lays itself over his heart.

After a few more lustful thrusts, Cora pulls away from his kiss to gently kiss down the line of his jaw until she reaches his neck. Once there, she lays her lips softly over his skin and whispers, "I love you Damien. So much".
 
"I love you Damien. So much."

He kissed her forehead softly, breathing in the smell of her hair for a moment as he let the words sink in. Those words were his salvation, the words that gave meaning to his life. The hand that had been resting on her hip caressed her skin as his tender fingertips traced their way up the side of her body until they reached her shoulder. Once there, they slid up her arm, ending up gently laying over her smaller hand on his chest.

"Can you feel it beating?" he murmured, pressing her hand a bit more into his chest so she could feel the rhythm of his heart. "Every time it beats, it beats for the most precious woman in the world. Pressed together like this, each beat is telling you that I love you. When you're away, every beat is me calling out to you until I get to see you again." He gave her a very genuine smile and cupped her face with his other hand, letting his thumb stroke her cheek. "I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you I love you enough with my lips, so hopefully each beat will suffice."

Damien hoped his words weren't odd or over-dramatic, but he really meant what he said. At heart, he was a romantic who had never had the chance to dote on a woman like he now was able to with Cora. Because she was so special to him, he wanted to do everything right, say everything right. More than that though, he wanted her to always know his true feelings. She was the only one who had cared about his heart, and thus his heart was devoted to her and the kind heart she housed in her own chest.

His hips continued to roll sensually at a measured pace, taking the time to really immerse himself in the pleasure of her hot pussy. They way they were now, intertwined with tender looks and loving touches, it was like being in heaven. Leaning down he softly kissed her neck, lingering as though he wanted to continue to have his lips pressed against her.
 
Those soft fingers of his felt so nice traveling up her skin, the touch being so tender and loving. She opened her eyes a bit, her breathing coming in soft little gasps and breaths as he continued to thrust into at such a sensual pace.

"Can you feel it beating?...Pressed together like this, each beat is telling you that I love you. When you're away, every beat is me calling out to you until I get to see you again...I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you I love you enough with my lips, so hopefully each beat will suffice."

Tears of happiness sparked her eyes as her love for him seemed to overwhelm her for a moment. She blinked them away quickly, but her hand turned around a bit to grip his own gently, and she brought it up to her lips to lay a soft kiss against his fingers.

For so many years, Cora had all but given up on love. It was a bit cliche to think of it in such a way, though her reasons for doing so had been from years of abuse, and not simply because she had thought she wouldn't be able to find it.

Fear. It was a powerful mental block, and combined with years of manipulation, she had come to believe that it would simply never happen. Even after she had managed to 'heal' herself, to the best of her ability, there were words that still clung to her heart and whispered nonsense in her soul and mind, stopping her from ever really reaching out and trying, really trying, with another person. Until Damien had taken that first step, opened himself up to her and made himself vulnerable for her eyes to see, she had never known, and probably still would have never known, what it could feel like to be so connected and devoted to another person.

"I wish I could say everything I'm feeling," she whispered, her voice a bit strained with her emotions.

"But by the time I was done, we might both be too old to walk."

She laughed a bit, and then laid back so that she could see his eyes as her hips rose to meet his own. This was so different than simply 'having sex'. It was truly the definition of Making Love, for with each small movement, she felt him touching her in more ways than just her body. Laying there beneath him, she felt as if he were touching her very being.
 
"I wish I could say everything I'm feeling... but by the time I was done, we might both be too old to walk."

Damien chuckled softly, a bit of a twinkle in his steely eyes as he imagined the two of them old and grey, sitting next to each other by a warm fire and holding her warm hand. He couldn't think of a better way to spend his life, staying with her and falling in love with her over and over again as he discovered more about her and grew with her. It would truly be a happy ending if they were able to live out their lives as a couple. Speaking of which, he made a mental note to talk to Vin when Cora wasn't around about finding a ring.

"While I can't think of a life better spent than to hear you talk so sweetly to me until my hair matches my eyes, I think Delvin would probably be a bit put out." The hand she was holding turned so he could rub his thumb gently on her lower lip for a moment, his eyes being drawn to those soft, pink beauties before the man's eyes flicked back up to hers, now with a slightly playful gleam.

"For now... I'll just assume that each little breath you make is telling me how utterly handsome and irresistible I am... and also that you love me. That's the most important part." A smirk came to him before he leaned down and kissed her once more. His tongue was just as skilled at dancing with her as it was with words themselves, speaking words of love each time it slipped and twirled. Playful as he was, he had seen the way her eyes welled up, that look of happiness giving him a sense of deep pride that he had given Cora something special enough for her to be look at him that way. As long as he lived, even if he fucked up a couple times as he assumed he would, he wanted to work to keep that hot ember of happiness lit within her chest.

He moved his arm carefully underneath her so that he could cradle her, his forearm in-between her shoulder-blades as his other arm went around her lower back. The man was now holding her gently to himself, his smooth chest against her. Though he was still gentle, his hips started rolling in a more insistent manner, their pace more like the rowing of a boat rather than the gentle waves of the ocean. Each movement he made was controlled, the man able to do so with the help of his taught muscles.
 
"... I think Delvin would probably be a bit put out."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, though she wondered a bit if it wouldn't be just a little true. Despite never having given into the feeling, there had been a few times in her life in which she had been just a little jealous of Sarah and Quint, or when she had gone to a public park to read and seen an old couple strolling by, hands held together tightly.

The way he kissed her and moved his arm to cradle her so gently had her melting again, though the way in which he picked up the speed of his thrusts sent a shiver of excitement through her. While she would have loved him regardless of his physical strength, she couldn't deny that it was definitely a bonus to be completely at the mercy of his strong muscles and skilled rhythm.

Her legs squeeze his hips a bit, her enthusiasm beginning to match his own as he leads them in the dance to that edge once more.
 
He pulled back from her lips to groan with pleasure, panting as he returned to kissing her. Damn, he could do this all day- making love to her, resting, and then continuing to repeat that until he had exhausted all his energy. That being said, he knew he would be cumming soon once again and that it would mean that they had to get up. It was a shame, but he comforted himself with the thought that he would have her beside him that night, the night after that, and hopefully all the other future nights.

Building up to a faster rhythm, he let himself get lost in the bliss. His arms tightened around her a bit as his cock slid in and out of her velvety wetness. She was so wet, her pussy seemingly begging for him to add his own lubrication to the mix. By the feeling of her legs on his hips, he knew his hot pole was stirring her up to her satisfaction and that turned him on even more. It was him who would be the man she wrapped her legs around, him who would hear her moans and mewls, those secret things that only he was privileged to.

The wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room with lewd music, the accompanying instruments being their own sounds of lust and the slight slapping of his hips on her thighs. It wasn't long before his hips were moving himself hard and deep within her, the man suddenly shuddering and pushing himself as closely to her as he could. His cock emptied as much of his cum as he physically could, the man feeling so connected to her in that moment. It wasn't as though he could even get her pregnant, but the act of spilling his seed into her tight passage just felt so right and intimate.
 
That groan had her returning his kiss with new vigor, loving his sounds of bliss. Cora enjoyed it immensely when he spoke to her as they were fucking, or asked her naughty questions in an effort to get her participation in their shared pleasure, but she enjoyed it even more when he gifted her with those little moans, growls, or guttural noises of his satisfaction with her. It made her feel immensely good that she could please him in such a way, but on more than that, just being able to hear the pleasure through his voice made her own stronger. It was as if if echoed throughout her psyche and reverberated throughout her body, building to a beautiful crescendo.

That final thrust was her undoing, the woman groaning and crying out against his lips as she felt his warmth fill her-what she had been craving all morning. Her pussy clenched him rhythmically and for a satisfying moment, she was able to lock her legs behind him and hold him tightly to her, refusing to let him pull out even if he wanted to.

It was only when that last little shiver traveled through her, that her body finally relaxed and she freed him, breathing hard as she broke the kiss. His lips were not left to the cold morning for long, however, as just as soon as she took a deep breath in, her hand weaved itself within his soft hair and her mouth sought his out to express her gratitude.
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The old man had left after giving Delvin the set, though Vin had made him hang around for just a moment more to get a history of the tool. There was no way he could accept such a lavish gift without at least being able to pass on it's history.

After that, a few people from the bar-mostly the morning birds who had showed up for a good breakfast, had shown interest, and Vin soon found himself doing some light bartering.

It was good. His heart was still aching for Sabastian's tender embrace, but for the moment at least, a bit of normalcy was holding off the flood of bleeding from his sore wound.
 
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