Hi, everyone! So... I just want to say a few things before you get to reading. This is my first time writing a story like this for Literotica, and I sincerely wish that you all enjoy reading it. I'd also appreciate criticism, as long as it's constructive and you don't swear, so that I can make my future stories better for everyone who reads them. x ENJOY! <3 x
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Madelyn cruised smoothly around the corner of the kitchen table that was positioned in the middle of the large kitchen. Her abode was rather vast, only assisting in the reminder that it we sonly her that occupied the space. Despite everything she had done to the place, it seemed like it was taunting her. Damian wouldn't move with her; he had already told her that plenty of times, and each time, she'd drag herself back to the same place. Here. Her eyes closed, inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly before she turned towards the fridge, grasping its steely handle and tugging it open to observe the contents.
"I really need to go shopping," she mumbled, mainly to herself.
The brunette's brow furrowed in the midst of her thinking, reaching inside of the cooling machine to curl slender fingers around the plastic container she stored her leftover food in. Lifting it up to her face to take a closer look, she closed the door and narrowed her eyes on the object as if it were the cause for the plethora of problems weighing her down. She dumped the food into a ceramic plate, shoving it into the microwave to heat so that she wouldn't have to sink her teeth into something cold and hard. A shudder wracked her petite frame at the mere thought of it, tongue trailing over the the upper row of pearly whites concealed behind perfect bows of pink.
A sigh left Madelyn's lips, leaning heavily against the marble of her large kitchen counter, nails digging into the immaculate, rounded edge of it. Hues of a brilliant blue colour turned towards the locked door for a brief moment, as if she were expecting him to burst through that very door any moment now. She could just imagine it, his handsome face, defined jaw, arrogant nose, wind-swept brown locks. the most alluring green of his eyes and his million watt smile. The beep of the microwave snapped her out of her daze. Straightening herself quickly as if she were caught in the very act of fingering herself to the thought of him, she wandered over to the microwave to drag the plate of food out, and began to eat right there and then. She was starving. Her elbows rested on the unrelenting hardness of marble, scooping spoonfuls of pasta into her eager mouth. A moan left her lips at the taste of it, warmth spreading over her body in response to the food that she chewed and swallowed.
"Aren't you enjoying that?"
She almost screamed. Dropping the spoon in her bowl, she quickly turned, settling her surprised gaze on the person she had just been thinking about.
"Damian? What are you doing here?" Madelyn asked, relaxing against the counter once she confirmed that it was him by raking her eyes over his irresistible body.
He ventured closer to her until he was right there, and she could smell him. It was familiar, the smell of cologne and shaving cream, along with a hint of something a little musky. Instinctively, her arms draped around his neck, having to angle her head backwards to meet his gaze.
"I came to visit my beautiful girlfriend, of course," he murmured, dipping his head down to brush his lips along Madelyn's forehead.
She wasn't able to suppress a bright smile, her fingers idly twining the chestnut locks of his unruly hair. "It was a pleasant surprise," she responded. Leaning into his strong frame, she released a sigh of content, reveling in the warmth and comfort he possessed. When he wasn't being stoic, he was like this. Caring, undeniably sweet, and reliable. He was the one person in her life that she still had. For a moment, they simply held each other, whispering sweet words and fleeting kisses.
He pulled away, holding her at arms-length whilst he narrowed his hawkish gaze on her. "Madelyn," he said softly, the very sound of her name on his lips sending a shiver traversing down the length of her spine, "I want to try something." His gaze was calculating, somewhat heated, and she noticed the darkening of his eyes. With desire.
Her eyes widened slightly, limbs stiffening in anticipation. "I... Damian," there was a pause, "what do you mean?" Hesitantly, she removed her hands from him, pearly whites sinking into the soft flesh of her lower lip.
Damian never failed to intimidate her with his dominating stature and gaze that would've made any girl drop their panties for him in a second. She could feel heat already collecting between her shapely legs at the thought of what he had in mind for her. His lips curled into a coy smirk, taking a step closer. She took a step back. And then he did it again, until she felt her back hit the kitchen counter once more. Her hands gripped it tightly as if it were her lifeline, mouth clamped shut as she looked up at him.
"I want you," he said in a clear tone, "to give yourself up to me. Not for the rest of our lives, but for today. Just today." His arms shot out, hands slamming down on the bench she was desperately pressed against. Trapping her. He was like a lion stalking his prey, and she felt like she was going to be his dinner tonight.
Her brow furrowed at his sudden change of mood, searching his visage for something that would give her a clue. Nothing. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, knew that his presence was something she was unable to ignore. She was stunned into silence for awhile, shifting uncomfortably beneath his piercing focus of his eyes on her delicate features, currently contorted into something that mainly portrayed confusion, whiffs of fear and excitement.
Madelyn's mouth opened and closed while her head frantically searched for an answer. "I-I... I'm not sure what you mean, Damian," she stuttered. Heat crept onto her cheeks at his proximity, giving her creamy complexion the scarlet tinge she knew he loved.
His hands slowly slid up her back through the silk of her blouse, attaining a firm hold on the neatly curled locks of brown. He tugged. A rush of air left clenched teeth as her head was wrenched backwards, only to be cut off with a soft moan of her own as his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin of her neck. A shudder wracked her petite frame, arched backwards against the kitchen counter whilst her gaze met the ceiling. He tortured her skin with his sinful lips, covering the slender column with multiple kisses, teasing little flicks of his tongue and the primal bite of his teeth into her tender flesh. Not enough to leave any marks on her yet.
"I mean..." Damian lifted his head, tilting his hips forwards abruptly so that the bulge concealed in his pants settled between her legs, eliciting another involuntary moan from her throat, "that I want to try something with you, my love. Do you trust me?" His voice softened now, releasing his grip on her hair to tug the female upright once more.
This was something darker, she knew it. But it thrilled her to no end. She was already so damp between her legs, the very evidence of her arousal seeping through the flimsy material of her panties at his rough actions. The brunette knew she had never - and will never be - the dominant one in bed, but this was something more... Rough. Carnal. Hot. Dangerous. It was the rapid beating of her heart, her flushed cheeks, the building arousal and the flaming desire that coursed through her veins that screamed she wanted it. But there was doubt. Doubt she could keep up with him. She still didn't know what he wanted.
"Damian, look, I don't kno-" Her words were cut off with a sharp inhale as he brought his knee up, parting her legs forcefully until his fingers dove for the very place that craved his attention. He slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, fingers moving against her cleft through the wet material of her panties. Madelyn's head fell back, her lips parting to release a moan she wasn't able to hold back. His sights we upon her, on the beautiful arch of her lithe body, her breasts straining against the material of her blouse and her features- contorted into something that conveyed her ecstasy.
He continued to rub, sliding two fingers back and forth against herself until she yearned for more, bucking her hips wantonly against his hand to create more of the satisfying friction.
"Let me pleasure you like this, Madelyn," he growled, bending over her body to once again help himself to her neck. His fingers left her for a moment, only to feel her shorts and panties being pulled from her body. The garments hit the floor, and she kicked them carelessly to the side, spreading her legs wider for his better access. Damian's fingers slid over her slick folds, her arousal so intoxicating, sweet, and arousing. He pushed a digit into her, watching her reaction carefully as her warm, wet folds enveloped him. God, he wanted to fuck her.
