Chapter 83 - The Only Path Of Advance Is The One Toward Happiness (1/2)

”And to that end,” Damien continued to hold her close, ” I'm going to be starting and ending my every day with you from now on.” The rumble of his voice sent powerful echoes through her body.

When he finished speaking Mary needed to blink away the wetness that had begun, yet again, blurring her vision. It wasn't fair, the things he said. The directness and sincerity were just playing dirty, weren't they? She must've shed more tears in the last day than she had in many, many years. After all, she was used to sweet words. Not caring ones.

At this point in her life Mary had started to think just didn't deserve them.

”Speaking of,” He went on, ” I've got the perfect idea for how to begin the morning.” Saying so, his fingers drifted to her thigh. He suddenly picked her up and dragged her across his lap.

Mary's breath hitched. Oh lords above, she thought. The man wanted to gift her hot, wet bliss--and gods help her, she craved it.

The remaining sleepiness vanished in an instant.

”I think you're going to love it.” Then, with infinite tenderness, his thumb rubbed up and down her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s while his other fingers teased her opening.

NOTHING could possibly feel this good. She needed more. But how did she get more? Ask? That was much too embarrassing…

Luckily her body asked for her.

”I love how sensual you are.” Damien chuckled. ”Even now you're rocking to my fingers.”

Was she? She hadn't noticed at all. Mary looked down and saw that dexterous thumb run slick circles around her flower bud. He crooked his forefinger, breaching her with but a knuckle. It was--

Rapture.

”Oh, sweet heavens.” She murmured. Soon enough she was slowly uncoiling from his touch. Her legs opened for him without even the need to be asked.

”You can't love me yet. But for now, you'll at least come for me.” The intensity of his gaze, the sheer desire in them….Mary found herself tunneling her fingers through his thick hair in a stupor, clutching him close.

”I won't quit until you're absolutely writhing in ecstasy.” He promised. ”Then I'll keep going.”

.

And by now the pleasure was so great she truly feared its end. Mary looked up at him with pleading eyes. ”You really won't stop?” She whispered.

”Never.”

”Good.” It was the only word she was able to get out before succ.u.mbing to the first of many orgasms.

***

A full hour later and Mary was collapsed against his chest, panting hard, sweaty from head to toe. Her s.e.x, having just undergone a world-changing level of stimulation, showed not the slightest signs of calming down. She was so sensitive down there right now that even a light breath of air could likely send her over the edge.

”For now, you'll come for me.” He had told her. And oh how right those words were. Mary felt she'd be coming for him quite a lot from now on.

Never in her life had she received this level of pleasure. Even his mother couldn't...hm. She didn't want to think about her right now.

Getting back to the present, Mary's body was now hot to the extent where she could almost see the steam rising from her skin. She'd become soft and boneless, without a single ounce of strength.

She'd been thoroughly satisfied, enough that Damien's hands and legs were dripping with fresh warm nectar.

He did something crazy just then. Right in front of her, without even a little shame, he licked a finger. She was instantly mortified.

Damien must've seen that, because he smiled that roguish smile of his and said, ”You're undoubtedly my new favorite flavor.”

This was a simple and unembellished statement. But somehow it was also the s.e.xiest thing she'd ever heard.

”Did you enjoy yourself?” Damien moved on and asked, like he even needed to. Were the words that important to him?

”You,” Mary steadied herself after a deep breath, ”Are a horrible influence on a woman, do you know that?” She finished.

”Oh?” He arched a brow.

Mary laid her head on his shoulder. For the longest time already she had been able to feel his swollen c.o.c.k poking her side. But he didn't once care to relieve himself, focusing solely on her. This sort of single-minded dedication to bringing his partner complete and total s.e.x.u.a.l satisfaction would be devastating to any woman, not to mention her.

”Yes, because I feel that after a night with you we'd end up ruined for other men.” Mary glared coldly.

”I suppose I'll have to take that as a compliment?”

”As you wish. You take whatever you want already anyway. Even me.” Mary, of course, didn't say that last part. And obviously that wasn't fair. She didn't mean it in a bad way, either.

”Guess I've taken you, too, then.” He actually had the audacity to say it! ”Well, maybe not fully. But I plan on changing that.”

This guy…Mary felt helpless against his matchless confidence. Her hand gripped his erect c.o.c.k all of a sudden.

”What're you doing?”

The woman had done this kind of thing before but somehow it was more embarrassing this time. She didn't really know why, not after all the things they'd already done.

”You've been servicing me for all this time. You should also enjoy yourself, shouldn't you? This wouldn't fair if I'm the only one feeling good. So…” She coughed. ”Just relax. I'll take care of it.”

Damien nodded without a word. He wouldn't mind even if she didn't, but the fact she offered was appreciated. And what it meant for their new, tentative relationship was also noted.

He didn't speak further and simply allowed her to work his shaft. The woman's hand felt divine. She didn't move fast but rather a bit slow and steady. The lack of speed didn't change how great it felt, however. In fact, it even felt better for it.

The slowness brought an excruciating sort of intimacy and bliss. The way she started to nibble on his neck only increased that feeling. It wasn't long before he let out a sigh.

After around ten minutes of stroking the woman scooched down with no warning so that her face was staring up at his engorged p.e.n.i.s.

Mary gulped quietly. She felt a kind of fondness well up at the sight of this fierce weapon. This naughty thing had been inside her so many times and brought her such splendid orgasms.

It'd been soaked with her juice from head to base. Would she be able to taste herself? Mary then was struck with an insane desire and lightly ran her tongue along his shaft.

...She was sweet.

Damien twitched. Mary's slippery tongue went up and down his pole. Her face and nose were pressed up against his c.o.c.k, as if snuggling up to it, breathing deeply.

He had the best smell. She couldn't get enough of it. But it wasn't only his smell, it was also his taste...no, theirs. The two brands of flavor had mixed in the most delectable of ways.

”It's something to be slowly savored,” Mary decided.

And savor she did.

***

It was mid-day when the two finally decided to leave and let the s.e.x-scented house air out. What Damien did was immediately take Mary to go find Vera.

He found her sitting at a table in front of their house, alone, eating some cake. She stopped what she was doing as soon as she saw them approach.

Mary blinked at her. ”What on earth happened to you?” She was by her daughter's side in an instant. She cupped the girl's cheeks and moved her head this way and that, examining her closely. ”It's like looking in a mirror.”

She was struck with a sense of surrealism. The life energy the girl was putting out was several degrees above even Mary's. It approached Muriel's, actually. Although this difference wasn't so great as to be a chasm, as she and Muriel's life energies were actually similar in magnitude, it was still enough that Mary could tell.