His Resolution – Kisses at Midnight

The last two days have been bliss. It’s New Year’s Eve, and Damon said he’s got it all planned, and no amount of my pestering and questions have loosened up any information from him. He even has a helicopter, which flew in yesterday to take us to Grand Cayman for a day of shopping and fun. I was a bit scared we would overload the helicopter on the way home with all the clothes and shoes and everything Damon insisted on buying so that I would have anything and everything I need at the house.

I’ve been scared to ask how long we will stay here, not wanting the dream to end, but deep down there’s a gnawing in my gut that reminds me we both have lives to get back to. Damon has his business back in New York, and for me…Paris.

I’m comforted that my father and Melany are traveling. They never did check in with me much when they were gone, so I guess it doesn’t much matter that I don’t have any phone signal here.

“Hello, sleepy head.”

“Hi.”

He strides into the bedroom, his thick cock half-hard, hanging down his leg, and I’m still amazed I’m able to take that monster inside of me.

“You’re looking better every day. You feel good?”

I nod, sitting up in the bed as he leans down and kisses me softly. “Right as rain.”

It’s true. I didn’t realize just how bad I felt over the last few years with the medications Melany had me on. Damon’s doctor has visited every day, making sure I’m weaning safely off of everything, and has had me on some supplements and raw organic juices that seem to have flushed a lot of the residual effects out of my system.

And I’m sure the sun and fresh salt air, near constant orgasms and feeling completely safe and loved are helping as well.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” His voice is deep as he sets his coffee mug on the nightstand with one hand, and with the other he pulls the sheet from my naked body, taking in the view as I watch his cock harden. “I have a few things to get from the island, but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Not this time, some things I need to do on my own.” He shakes his head as he drinks me in, his cock quickly at full length and girth, and I can’t help but stare. “You like what you see?” He asks.

I nod, my nipples tingling as wetness already gathers between my legs.

Without another word, his hands are around my waist and he’s lifting me up and onto all fours on the bed, pushing my head down into the mattress as the now-familiar growl comes from behind me.

“Show me what’s mine. What was created for me and my pleasure.” That voice he uses turns my brain to mush and I look in the mirror across from the bed to find him staring at me.

Admiring me.

“Masterpiece.” He mutters as I see him reach down and start to stroke his hard cock, and I love that I do this to him.

He steps forward, slipping a finger up and down, making me shiver, sucking in a breath on a moan.

“Always so wet for me. Ready for me. Just another of a million things I love about you, Songbird.”

“You do that to me. No one ever has made me feel like you do.”

“And no one else ever will.” He growls as he grabs my ass.

He pulls me apart as I push back, his mouth covering my sex, driving his tongue deep into my opening, making me shudder and come instantly.

That doesn’t stop him. He licks and sucks, pressing two fingers into my opening until I’m yelping and screaming in tongues. When we are like this, there is no outside world.

No worries.

Nothing but us, our lust and our love.

I gasp and whimper when his mouth leaves my soaking heat, then it’s teeth and jaws as white sparks fill my vision, the pain spreading outward from where his mouth pinches the flesh of my ass.

He adds another finger, curling all three just right, pounding faster and faster until I’m screaming, my wordless shrieks so loud I’m sure if the staff didn’t know what was going on they would think I was being murdered.

I rock back into his fingers until the tightness explodes inside of me and the bliss courses through my veins, and I’m a shaking, soaking mess.

Each breath burns my lungs as I pant, straining to open my eyes and see Damon standing behind me, smiling.

“Is that all?” I whisper, grinning at him in the mirror, and he shakes his head as he steps forward, the head of that thick, mesmerizing cock lining up with my opening.

“You know what you get when you tease?”