EMMA DAMIAN 33

E M M A

Damian and I had a lot to discuss.

But chatting was the last thing I wanted to do with him in front of me, his lips on mine.

We kissed, and the kiss was as wonderful as it had always been with him. But I saw right away that there was something else going on, something in the way I offered myself to him.

There was no holding back, no constraint. I'd always been sure to keep myself in check during our previous intercourse, not really giving myself over to Damian. Sure, he could make me come like no one else could, but my heart was always guarded.

That time was different. I knew it right away, the second he’d put his hands on my face and brought my mouth to his.

He stood up and I pulled his coat off so quicky I worried I might tear the sleeves.

. My heart leapt, a big smile on my face, as we eagerly got one another out of our clothes. It was like we were teenagers all over again, discovering each other’s bodies for the first time.

I undid each and every one of his buttons, sweeping my hands over his chest and pushing his shirt back over his shoulders. We kissed through smiles as we undressed one another, and soon I had him out of is shirt and shoes and pants and down to nothing but a skin-tight pair of white boxer-briefs, me in only my bra and panties.

My stomach was still, and even in the middle of the kiss I was aware of what was happening inside of me how, my body would soon be changing. Most importantly, I knew I still needed to tell Damian the big news.

In time. At that moment, all I wanted was him inside of me.

The hunger in his eyes let me know he was about to give me my wish.

He backed me up toward the couch, never breaking contact.

Our mouths crashed together, his tongue pushing past my lips and teeth, his taste and touch causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I sighed and groaned as we lay down, wrapping my legs around him and guiding him toward me.

He put his hands on my hips, squeezing my curves. His cock was solid as a rock by this point, his head pressing against my clit through the cotton of my panties. With one quick flip, he switched our positions so I was straddling him.

“Feel good?” he growled, moving me back on forth on top of him.

“So…so fucking good.”

Damian kept on doing it, each long, slow drag of his cock against my clit pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. He removed one of his hands from my hips. I glanced down to watched as he pulled the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs down, his cock springing out, his head glistening with precum. Then he moved the drenched strip of panties between my legs aside, exposing my lips.

I lifted up, enough for his long, thick cock to stand at attention, pointing straight up. Then I lowered myself down onto him.

I gasped as he entered me, each of his inches bringing me to a new level of total delight. He grabbed my hips, and I placed my hands on his chest.

I rode him hard, Damian gazing up at me with a steely hunter’s gaze. His body moved in mine, gliding in and out of me.

The first orgasm, the one that had been on the brink since we began kissing, didn’t take long to arrive. I gasped silently, my expression twisted into that of total bliss. My hips jerked back and forth hard as I eked out every last drop of satisfaction from my climax.

When I was done, I leaned forward, my breasts hanging in front of his face, on hand on the edge of the couch. My chest expanded and contracted, and Damian placed the tip of his thumb on top of my clit, the sensation making my orgasm even more intense.

Before I had a chance to recover, Damian clamped his big palms down onto my rear and stood up. I let out a surprised squeal as he lifted me, each of his powerful muscles flexed as I wrapped my arms and leg around him.

His cock stayed inside of me as we made our way to the bedroom. Once there, he fell on top of me, effortlessly switching us into the missionary position.

And if there was any doubt that the sex between us was something special, something different, the way he gazed down at me as me made love put it all into perfect clarity.

It was just that – we were making love. His hips moved in a slow, rolling motion, his cock entering me again and again, my tight, wet walls fitting him perfectly.

I was home. I’d spent so many years in denial about what Damian was, how much he meant to me. And I was damn sure at that moment he was having the same thoughts.

My eyes closed, my hands moving over his smooth, solid back. His body worked on top of me, as if gently guiding me to another orgasm.

My breaths grew sharper, quicker, as Damian filled my pussy over and over.

The orgasm that followed was like a warm wave that spread out over me, enveloping me just as his body did. My eyes were shut hard, my muscles twitching.

Damian paused mid-thrust, the sign that he was coming right along with me. I focused on the twin sensations of us coming together, his cock twitching in time with the pulses of my orgasm.

The they faded, and Damian kissed me deeply before rolling over onto the bed next to me.

We smiled, saying nothing for a time. He leaned in and kissed me, both of our mouths spreading into smiles as we pulled apart.

Then I spotted something over his shoulder – the copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting.

I gasped.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, trying to find what I was looking at.

He turned back to me, apparently not noticing.

“Wait,” he said, propping his head up on his hand. “I could’ve sworn you had something to tell me about. And Hannah definitely looked like she knew there was something you wanted to tell me.”

There was no keeping it hidden any longer.

I sat up, scooching back against the headboard. Damian did the same, sitting next to me. The wood of the headboard was cool against my bare skin, and just a little wet from the sweat that had built up from our activities.

“Emma, what’s going on?” he asked.

“I found something out over the holidays. Something important, something that changes everything. And at first, I didn’t want to tell you. I know it’s wrong I thought that way, but I was scared. And, not going to lie, a little mad at you.”

It was easy to see that he wanted to know but was being patient to give me some time and space to think about what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it.

Damian was good like that. He always had been.

“Take your time.” He clasped my hand in his, smiling at me warmly. “There’s no-“

“I’m pregnant.”

He sat there stunned for a moment. “You’re what?”

I’d been worried about his reaction, and this certainly didn’t help matters any. He regarded me with total confusion.

“Um, look behind you – at the book on the nightstand.”

He nodded, turning around and grabbing the book.

“Holy shit.” Something about holding a physical piece of proof of what I’d said seemed to make it all sink in. “Ho-ly shit.”

Was he going to be upset? Was he going to turn around and walk out the door? Was he going to blow up at me for keeping such an important thing a secret?

He didn’t do any of those things. Instead, the biggest damn smile I’d ever seen spread across his face, and he jumped up onto his feet, standing on the bed.

“Yes!” he shouted. He pumped his fist. “Holy fuck! Yes! I’m going to be a dad!”

What the hell was I seeing? It was so funny seeing him like that, doing a goofy running-in-place dance, his half-hard cock flopping between his legs. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, you’re not mad?”

He dropped back down to his knees, putting his big hands on my slender shoulders. “Are you serious? How the hell could I get mad at news like this?”

He moved in and kissed me hard.

Damian might’ve intended for the kiss to be quick, but I wanted more.

I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside.

“A little celebration?” he asked.

“How about a big one?”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and he grinned through the kiss.

Our life together was starting. I couldn’t have been more excited.