After the boat outing it was almost six months until Damian's 40th birthday, much too long to wait to feel him again. I didn't have a choice, I didn't want to get him in trouble with my parents, he had a whole life outside of our playing, and I had mine. Maybe the time would be one long slow burn. A long slow burn of having sex with someone else while thinking about him, at least that's how I pictured it. I visited the condo with the 'rents only once during the summer and it seemed that Damian was dating Kay again, or still because she was going to be there soon. She was always super bitchy when it came to me, like she could tell there was something between us.
The thing is, Damian never committed to monogamy, and was honest with all of his partners. I'd heard him go over this with my parents in frustration, another girlfriend asking him to be "faithful", angry and jealous. He wasn't wired that way and didn't lie to anyone about it, yet women expected him to change. Like their pussy had the magical man slut serum that would change him.
Maybe it was because I'd known him since I was a kid, but even at nineteen, I had zero expectations. I understood that there were others and we were purely physical. This understanding made me dislike Kay even more, she seemed immature to me.
Her impending arrival did not stop Damian from finding time alone with me in the house. I was making my way out of my bedroom and he stood at the end of the hall, that gorgeous wicked smile welcoming me. His tall frame filling the empty space, his shoulders leaned against one side, and his legs were stretched in front of him, crossed at the ankles, like he had been relaxing there, waiting patiently for me to come out of my room. He was, of course, dressed impeccably in a perfectly cut and tailored navy blue sharkskin suit, minus the jacket. It was a Friday and Friday get-togethers with him meant he was coming from work, and they were my favorite.
His gaze swept over my body, then he was coming at me, his eyes dark and sparkling. His head bowed looking down at me, he looked dangerous, hungry, and I backed into the wall behind me. One of his palms planted itself just above my head and suddenly his other hand was plunging under the waistband of my jeans and roughly into my panties. He palmed my mound pushing hard, massaging in circles before I felt a long, hot, finger slide between my pussy lips. His proximity, his scent, his lean figure towering over me, already had me dripping wet and ready for him.
"Where have you been, Georgia? I've missed playing with your wet little pussy." He breathed against my neck, as he slowly pulled his fingers from the bottom of my dripping wet slit and up to the top..
Two of fingertips laser focused directly on my clit, drumming the top of it, "Oh fuck, you feel so good, dirty girl, you're so wet, are you coming already?!" He finished the question with a gasp, because I was, my body started to tremble.
"The minute I saw you tonight, I knew I would have to make you cum all over my hand. I could tell you wanted it, because you're insatiable. You always want these in your cunt, playing, stroking, and fucking," his fingers working faster as he breathed the words against my ear. I was so wet, his fingers made noises as they slapped against my hard little clit, and rubbed through my puffy lips.
"When you had your first orgasm, your cum was so thick, that it felt like my fingers were coated in lube. You were so wet before I even touched you that you soaked the knee of my pants when we were dancing. That's why our night ended abruptly, feeling your cum seeping into my skin, gave me a raging hard on and I needed to get you alone."
His voice was a raspy whisper, a confession against my ear, I never knew how he felt that night. We never talked about our sex, we only ever acted, or were just the kid and dad's best friend. Hearing it from his point of view while he stroked those thick fingers between my soaked lips, was too much, it sent me over the edge.
"Damian, oh my god, your fingers are so good, oh my god, I'm coming" I whimpered through tight lips.
I clutched his broad shoulders, clawed at his shirt, digging my fingertips into his flesh. I pushed my forehead against his chest for support while my body shook with my climax. His fingertips pressed my clit harder, like a button, again and again, almost roughly. I had never felt this before, it was like my orgasm continued while another was building.
I clung to Damian, whimpering while his finger pressed, then released, pushed again, then released. His breaths were short, he was almost panting, like he was the one getting off. I glanced down and his long cock was at full attention so I plunged my hand down the front of his suit pants, it was a tight squeeze past the smooth leather of his belt, but I quickly found his slippery head.
The feel of my favorite toy sent me over the edge again, and his free hand was grabbing my chin, tilting my face up, pushing my head back. He was forcing me to look at him while I came. The pressure of his finger didn't let up, still he pushed my little button, but now not releasing, just constant pressure. I bucked my hips against his finger, riding it, getting as much friction against my clit as possible.
His dark eyes bore into mine, and when I clamped my eyes shut from the immense waves of pleasure Damian demanded, "Look at me."
My lids snapped back open, staring into his intense gaze, the pleasure too much now, I whimpered and begged, "please, it's too much"
"I love watching you cum, it's become one of my favorite fetishes, Georgia," Damian's voice was low, his smile wicked.
My palm was slowly rubbing up and down the rock hard dick in his pants, picking up precum every few strokes to assist . I knew we had already been gone too long but I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted to show him again how much of a good girl I was. I wanted suck his cock until he came in my mouth, so I could look up at him while I swallowed all of it.
I pulled his dick so it was sticking out of his waistband and unbuckled his belt. I continued to stroke, wrapping my fingers around his cock head and working them down to the base, then back again. I did not squeeze but my fingers held firmly and stroked in a slow but consistent method. Pinching my fingers up when they reached the top, adding just a little pressure to the tip, before working back down. I could feel him growing even harder so I fell to my knees and wrapped my lips around the large, slippery, dickhead sticking up at me. I sucked it like I was blowing an entire cock. I ran my tongue around the bottom ridge, up and down the slit. I slowly sucked it tightly between my lips, into my hot mouth and ran my tongue up and down the underside while I sucked.
I cast my eyes upwards and met his intense stare. His fist wrapped in my hair, his body was beginning to stiffen, so I quickened my pace, and pulled at his waistband to give me more access to his beautiful cock. I pushed my mouth over every inch I could get out of his pants, sucking, then releasing, pulling up, only to plunge back down. Saliva was running out of my mouth, down his cock and over my hands, adding more lubrication to my final strokes.
Damian's hand clamped against the back of my head, holding his cock in my mouth, "be a good girl and swallow it all Georgia" he growled down at me.
His warm cum shot against the back of my throat, I swallowed and sucked, loving his taste, enjoying his climax. Making him cum made me feel so powerful, he was so beautiful, so perfect, and I could do this to him. His body was shaking against me, I could feel his weight, his legs had gone a bit weak, which was normal for him after an intense session.
I smiled up at him,"I so needed that, thank you Damian".
