FIFTY NINE
DAMON
My grunts resonated in the tiled room that was feeling more heated as seconds passed. While the gushing shower head was causing a burning sensation against my skin, the way Selena gripped my dick when I tried to slide out made the insides of my body feel ignited in an amazing way.
Throwing my head back as Selena’s thick gasps filled the room, I felt her loosen the grasp her vaginal walls had around my extremely sensitive cock. Then, as I slid out, my release came. Shuddering greatly, my body leaned forward and I tangled my fingers with Selena’s who had her hands resting firmly against the wall.
Soon, Selena was facing me.
Both of us now standing upright, she grazed my chest with her nakedness as she placed her hands on my shoulders and beautifully whispered, “I love how different you are on this vacation.”
Still breathing hard and still feeling the slight harshness of the pouring shower, I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt how slick her pussy was when she rested on one of my thick thighs. Smiling more, I acknowledged her words. Saying, “You are right.” My voice was soft and I loved that. “I think someone else has evolved within me. All of a sudden...” My eyes roamed her face with great admiration. She looked so gorgeous as water trickled down her rousing skin. “… I can’t stop touching you. All I have wanted to do since you proposed to have sex on the beach is to make love to you, anywhere and in as many positions as possible.”
“Ahh…” Her eyes wore wrinkles as she tried to falsify her repulsion to the word ‘love’. Her fingers tapping my wet skin, she said, “That must be why you hit places within me I never knew existed.” Her eyes glistened as she stretched her legs. “You fucked me really hard this time.”
Worriedly, I asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Oh, you hurt me real good. Who knew you could be such a hunk?” A tick-tock sound followed as she grinned. “This vacation will be the best. I can feel it in my bones.”
“I have always been a hunk.” My lips wore a playful pout. “It is sad you are just realizing that now.”
“You fucked me three times in a row, I think I have done more than realize your hunky powers.”
Excusing the statistics, my brows arched as I asked, “My hunky powers?” My loud burst of laughter echoed in the bathroom with the glass doors. The arms I had around her waist transitioned into cupping her squishy buttocks with my palms. As my chuckle relaxed, I put a stop to kneading her flesh. I had that feeling that we would end up fucking again if my penis keeps rubbing against her.
Her gaze lowered, Selena took a step backward and said, “That doesn’t make sense, right? Don’t blame me, I hardly attended school.”
“You didn’t?” When she nodded, my face wore absolute surprise. “You are being serious?” Selena reached for the shower gel that was resting in a small basket that was hanging next to the shower pipe. I watched as she squeezed some of the thick substance onto her palm. “You are serious?” I asked again.
“Yeah. Why is that so surprising?” She went on to stand right below the shower and began to smear the gel from her breasts. “Hmm… still sensitive.” Selena retracted her touch from her nipples, then she went back to answering my question. “I spent most of my years in the gang. While I was sometimes home-schooled, I was not able to fully attend lessons because my grandfather and his son were hard on me since I was meant to inherit the throne of Damish Gang.”
Her last words reminded me of the shooting incident and I felt a weight on my heart. I took a step forward and reached for the bottle. Once the gel was on my palm, I made Selena face her back to me and I helped her wash that part. Then, with a low voice, I said, “No offense, but your grandfather is a huge douche.”
“Why would I take offense? I agree with you.”
“Hmm,” was all I responded with as I put my focus on washing her back.
Soon, Selena offered to do the same and as a way of teasing me, while giving a low chuckle, she reached for my buttocks and rubbed her soapy hands all over its cheeks. Since I didn’t complain, she looked up at me with a smirk but that smirk soon turned into a gasp when my hands sneaked past her side boobs and pinched her nipples.
I returned the smirk she had earlier given me and soon went back to washing her back. And as I placed my focus on that single action, I discovered that my woes were no longer teasing me. Instead, my heart wore flutters and I felt happier than I have ever been.
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My eyes were closed, and I listened carefully to the waves of the ocean as the heavy rainfall that caused partial darkness persisted. My fingers were gently tapping Selena’s skin, and I realized how peaceful everything was at that moment.
But, as though I was cursed to be plunged into sorrow at any given chance, I recalled the terrible moment I shot a man dead. Having my eyes closed worsened issues and all I saw the following seconds was the bloodied sight of The Pretties' leader. Then, the brutally shot body of Damancio ensued and I shivered in reaction so much that I had to open my eyes.
Past the coved ceiling that was painted reddish-brown to match the dark tiles of the large bedroom, Selena’s small face was the first thing I saw. With great worry in her eyes, Selena gently placed her palm against my face and when that warm feeling settled, I quickly interlaced my fingers with hers.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” she asked, that soft whisper of hers soothing me even more.
“I can’t seem to forget about it.”
“It is impossible to.” The huge bed creaked as Selena changed her position and sat up. After resting her back against the dark-coloured, wooden headboard, she urged me to place my head on her lap and I didn’t refuse.
Running her hands through my hair, she continued, “It is hard to forget things like that, Damon.”
“If it is that hard,” I looked up at her as my fingers began to trail the length of her arm, “why do you continue to spill blood?”
“Because that’s who I am.” Selena didn’t hesitate with her response. “I grew up learning one particular phrase; kill or get killed.”
“So, you kill people even if it fills your heart with guilt?”
“I don’t feel guilty unless it is an innocent soul that dies.” She looked ahead and a sigh followed. “That’s why the incident that happened eight years ago is one memory I always want to run away from.”
“But, you can’t run away.”
“But, I can’t…” Selena’s voice dripped with sorrow and that tone was maintained as she asked another question, successfully derailing the conversation. “Damon, do you think I am in love with you?”
I felt my heart thud at her seemingly innocent question that further confirmed the fact that Selena Danniman was a woman who didn’t know jack about emotions. But I didn’t show how her words affected me. Instead, while I tossed my distress to one side, I reached for the side of her face and began to stroke. At the same time, her fingers kept running through my hair in a pleasing way.
“Do you think you are in love with me?” I asked.
Selena tilted her head to the side and her forehead wore a frown. To my dismay, she instantly paused stroking my hair and her mind delved into the world of thoughts. I guess emotions are a bigger stranger to Selena than I thought.
I was about to speak when words finally came out of her mouth several seconds later.
“I think I keep feeling things that are odd. They are things I have never felt before and they started after you came into my life."
My heart danced as I heard her response and my lips tried to fight an incoming smile. Though I enjoyed resting against her lap as it was oddly refreshing, I swiftly sat up and cupped her face with both hands.
I continued my questioning. “And, do you think you’ll continue to feel those odd things?”
Selena’s sight, which was focused on the monochrome artwork hung on the wall behind us, fell to her hands. She sounded like a baby when she muttered, “I don’t know.”
Okay, I know it may be stupid of me to point this out, but in times like this, I always feel I am the older person in our… relationship if it can be called a relationship. But then, what does age have to do with maturity? Even I do stupid things sometimes despite being an adult.
“Hmm…” I hummed after I gave my lower lip a quick lick. Scanning her face, I said, “Do you want me to help with the confusion you are feeling?”
“How would you do that?” Her voice found its volume again.
I withdrew my touch from her face and my right hand went onto the arch of her back. A single push was all it took and our chests were glued together.
“The same way I have always done things,” I finally gave a husky reply to her question and my face was soon inches away from hers, my lips waiting to capture hers as my eyes feasted on the coyness in her eyes. “Why do you think things like feelings exist between us?”
“Because we keep having sex?”
“Because our attraction has gone beyond having sex, so…” I wonder if my response makes any sense.
“Damon…” Selena clutched the collar of my tee shirt. “Just kiss me already.”
I stopped her before our lips could meet. “Things will be different this time.”
“How?”
“This time,” I pushed her hair back, “I won’t be fucking you.”
“Huh?”
“This time, I will be purposely making love to you. If you don’t feel anything after, we can call things quit.”
“But-” I interrupted her with that kiss she had been waiting for. And true to my word, right from the lip lock, I showed her what my words meant. Slowly, as I secured the back of her head in my gentle grasp, I captured her lips, my tongue clashing with hers in a way that made my heart dance more and more.
As Selena initiated something more, my back hit the bed and as I wrinkled the sheets, Selena relaxed her body against mine and I knew right there, that the anger and sorrow I sometimes feel toward Selena can never hold a candle to the passion that flutters in my heart because of her.
At that point, as I advanced my intention to expose my feelings through my touch, I could only pray that the things I feel toward Selena won’t end up as the cause of my downfall.
