Chapter Fifteen
Damian served the spaghetti and meatballs that Angela made onto two plates. His whole body was on fire after getting a taste of Angela. He didn't want to force himself upon her with his wildest lovemaking desires. She would surely get scared of him. He had to go slow with her but it was a difficult task for him as he always lost his composure around her.
He imagined her hot body in his arms and grew hard again. He loved the way she melted in his arms, the way she responded to him. Groaning, he sat down to calm himself before she emerged from the room. Tonight would be a torture. This was such a bad idea, he face palmed.
Angela emerged wearing the shorts and black top that he had randomly thrown in. It was her night wear and Damian blindly had packed it all in. His eyes ran up and down her body as he sat at the table, waiting for her.
Angela noticed him checking her out and blushed remembering what they had shared a few minutes ago. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that Damian would give her the most amazing intimate experience of her life.
"I can see that you've made my favourite food," he grinned to ease the sexual tension in the air. With his perpetual hardness, it was an impossible task. Her creamy legs exposed by the soft flannel shorts didn't help at all. They only reminded him of what they shared.
"When did this become your favourite? I thought you loved steak the most," said Angela.
"I love everything that you make," he said with a wink. Angela smiled at the sweet statement. She was aware of his hot gaze upon her legs and wished that she had her jeans with her.
"Are we going back tomorrow?" She asked, not actually wanting to. She could stay with him forever.
"Are you so keen to go back?" He asked, his face fell a little.
"No, my flatmates would return and I don't want to explain myself, " she stated.
"When are they returning?" He asked, thinking of an excuse to give them in case they asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon," she informed.
"Oh, just tell them that you went home," he suggested and Angela nodded. They ate in silence but Angela was acutely aware of his long stares every now and then. The air became electrifying and she felt something change between them. Damian wasn't being his naughty teasing self. His dark eyes, long hot stares were more on her than the food before him. He was absentmindedly eating but his whole concentration was upon her.
"You have to tell them soon, so why not tomorrow, huh?" He asked, gazing into her eyes. Angela shook her head.
"Please not now. I might not stay with them for long. So why should I give them explanations?" she explained.
"Are you ashamed to be with me?" He asked suddenly and Angela gaped at him.
"What gave you that idea?" She asked in surprise.
"I just thought," he mumbled. Angela couldn't understand his mood swings. Why was he being so touchy?
"I'm not," she confessed staring deeply into his eyes. She got up to go to the kitchen to finish the dishes. Damian followed.
"I don't want to return tomorrow, " he said quietly, standing behind her.
Angela took his plate from his hands. "We won't then," she said with a smile. She wanted him to be happy. This place made both of them happy, so why not? She wasn't answerable to anyone.
Damian smiled and helped her with he dishes. His hands brushed hers every now and then and goosebumps erupted all over. His harsh intake of breath was a telltale sign that his condition was no better. They were nearly done when the water splashed her top and drenched her front.
"Oh no, I've to change out of this, it's soaking wet," she muttered. Damian's growl made her look up at the storm brewing in his eyes which had grown intensely dark. His eyes took in her wet top, the material clinging to her breasts, making them conspicuous, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Fuck it. What are doing to me Angel?" He growled, picking her up on his shoulders and carrying her to the bedroom.
"Damian, put me down. We didn't finish the dishes, " she reminded him.
"To hell with the dishes. I need to have you, now," he said, his voice raspy with desire. He strode into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He yanked his clothes away and let them pool at his feet.
Angela stared at him, awestruck by his magnificent, sculpted body. He had grown so hot and desirable in the last three years. Her hooded eyes took in his rippling muscles, six pack abs and sexy v-line. Looking up into his eyes, she saw him observing her closely as she checked him out. A blush crept to her cheeks for being caught admiring his body.
"You like it?" He asked with a fierce expression on his face. She nodded. He dropped the only piece of black briefs that were covering his body. "And now?" He asked in earnest. His voice husky, his pupils dilated as he fought for control over his urges.
Angela closed her eyes, her breathing erratic. She had never seen a naked man in her life. Damian looked like some Greek God and she couldn't believe how he could like her. He was very well endowed, she saw his huge erection. Was he aroused by her?
"Don't close your eyes on me, Angel. Don't you like me? Don't you want to see me?" He asked with hurt evident in his voice.
Angela got up and went close to him. Her hand went around his torso and just held him close. Why was he so vulnerable? Wasn't he aware of how he looked?
"You're gorgeous Damian. Why wouldn't I like you? You know I love you the most. Right?" She confessed. He groaned and held her tightly to himself. His hands bunched at her hips and he molded her to his erection. Angela's trembled with the need to be touched.
"Can I taste you?" He asked, his voice husky and tortured. She nodded. He laid her down and knelt beside her. He gently took off her clothes, holding her gaze. Angela loved the way he worshiped her body, his fingers caressing the length of her in a feather light touch.
"I could stare at you my whole life and yet be affected by you this way" he whispered. Angela's heart melted at his heartfelt statement.
"Oh Damian," she gasped when he pulled her to the edge of the bed and parted her legs. Kneeling between them, his fingers traced her wet folds. His finger circled her clit, collected her moisture and licked it, while holding her gaze. Angela just clutched onto the bedsheet to keep herself from screaming out with pleasure.
His tongue found her moist folds and he flicked it teasingly, his gaze upon her all the time. Then he swore and started sucking and kissing her while his fingers played with her clit, giving her acute pleasure. Her head and eyes rolled back as she became lost into Damian's touch.
She screamed her release twice back to back. It surprised her. How did she get two back to back orgasms? Damian cleaned her and came up to her chest. He laid his head on her breasts listening to her erratic breathing.
"Sated already?" He asked with a smile.
"No, I want to please you, Damian, " she said and Damian's eyes twinkled. His grin widened and he just hoisted himself up and sat down on the bed, back against the headboard.
"You mean it?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yes, c can I t touch you, please?" She asked, shyly. His hands scooped her up and placed her on his lap,
"Please, " he begged with hooded eyes. Her shy innocence and her inexperienced hands were driving him wild. He showed her the right way and she stroked him just like he wanted her to.
"Hold on, Angel. I fucking can't believe this," he commented with disbelief as he felt his release.
"I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?" Asked a guilty and puzzled looking Angela.
"Oh baby, you're so adorable. No, you haven't done anything wrong. It's only that I've never released so early," he confessed.
"Oh is it good or bad?" Asked Angela not knowing whether he's happy or sad.
"Obviously good. It was the best. It's the effect you have on me, baby. I want it no other way," he said placing her down.
Angela smiled at his confession. "Wear your clothes. We'll sit at the porch and eat some ice cream," he suggested and Angela's eyes shone excitedly.
"Icecream?" She squealed as she quickly wore her clothes. Even Damian wore his clothes. "Where did you get icecream from?" She asked, her mouth already watering at the thought of her favourite food.
"I brought it for you, when you were in the shower," he informed.
"Let's go," he said holding her hand and leading her to the porch.