“Aaaahhh!!!” Miranda suddenly jolted up from the bed, sweating profusely as her mind recalled what it was that made her heart fly out through the window. It was just a dream! Oh, thank goodness, it was all nothing but a dream…
But why is it that even though she was glad that none of it was real, her heart still longs to see how it would’ve have turned out? How it would’ve been if Damian… oh, please stop thinking about it! She cautioned herself.
Sleep had left her, she decided to go for one of those late-night walks that usually helped to clear her mind, getting up from the bed to put on her robe and slippers. As she was about to leave, she caught sight of him standing there in the balcony, he was backing her, but she could tell by the quiet atmosphere surrounding him and the fact that he didn’t move an inch from that position, that it was just like that other night; he couldn’t sleep, his heart was troubled, but what could be the cause of it?
He didn’t come to bed to join her at all, as the part of the bed she didn’t sleep on remained cold, and she had a good feeling that she wasn’t the cause of his sleeplessness.
She went to him, “Damian?”
He was lost in his thoughts, staring into a blank space, he didn’t seem to hear her.
She called again, “Damian…”
No response again, she then decided to initiate contact, as she took ahold of his shoulder, he flinched and then his mind suddenly snapped back into reality. He turned to see who’s touch had dragged him out of the fearsome battleground, the worst place he’d always hated to be, but for most nights of his life, he always ended up travelling there, always ended up recalling that dreadful day.
“Go back to sleep Miranda,” he stated coldly, returning inside to his study table, leaving her there, all alone in the balcony. It didn’t seem like he was coming to sleep, nor was he ready to. Suddenly, her own mind began to travel, back to the first day she first saw him with his mistress, back to their wedding day, back to the dream she just had. Just like in the dream, Damian reminded her again of what it was her heart really wanted, and tonight, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask for it.
She left the balcony and went to his bedroom office where he sat on his chair, his head placed between his two hands, he wasn’t sleeping, but his mind seemed to have drifted, again. Something tells her that it’s been going on like this with him for a very long time, but tonight will be different, tonight, she wants to sleep in his arms, she wants to share in his thoughts and comfort him, however she can.
Without thinking, she knelt and crawled toward him slowly until she was at his feet. She raised slightly and sat back on her legs, putting her face to level with his crotch, she leaned forward and gently kissed the bulge forming in his trousers. His breathing became louder as she began to fiddle, unbuckling his heavy belt and unzipping his pants. It took a minute for him to notice that she’d touched him again, he then raised his head, growling.
“Miranda, what are you doing?”
“Please… just, let me…”
“Do what????” Then their eyes caught hold of each other, truly and deeply, they both felt the connection, both gazes locked and no awkwardness, only the wonder of being lost in lust and love.
“I want you to… make me a woman. I want to feel you inside of me,” she finally said. He eased his face then, the angry scowl on his face suddenly disappeared upon noticing what she’d meant, and she knew he’d approved because when she continued, he didn’t stop her.
She unzipped his pants slowly and reached inside for her prize, suddenly shocked by what her tiny hand grasped. She found herself staring at the largest cock she had ever seen, even bigger than how she’d viewed in her dream; beautiful and throbbing and getting larger by the second! His cock already rock hard, his balls weighted in her hand. This is her first attempt at pleasuring a man, she might or might not be good at it, but she surely will try, she thought as she softly began to stroke him with her hands. His hard cock feeling a buzz of electric sensation as her slender fingers made contact.
She brought her mouth and then began to lick slowly up the full length of his shaft. She lovingly ran her tongue over every inch, savoring his masculine taste. After licking the entire length, her tongue danced around the thick head and found a drop of pre cum. The taste of it triggered her deepest desires and she began to lick and suck it greedily. She desperately wanted to take all of this beast into her mouth but he was just too big. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked as she flicked her tongue over his sensitive skin. Her tiny hand gripped the shaft and pumped up and down its length. Her hunger grew as he moaned and soon, she was rewarded with his thick, sweet prize.
Stroking her hand on his shaft, she took him into her mouth again, circling her tongue around his head, then sliding down to get his cock wet. She moved rhythmically, listening to his breath and moving with the natural flexes in his hips as he let her work him. His cock was so thick and hard, the pretty veins guiding her as she sucked him. She moved her mouth up and down with her hand stroking him. She was making sure to get the full length of his cock. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, and he was starting to lean back against the chair as she stroked.
She dropped her hands and took in his cock as deep as she could, he decided to help her, bucking his hips to drive his cock fully into her mouth, almost causing her to choke. She couldn’t breathe around the thickness, gagging on him as he made her eyes water, spit running down her neck, then he reached and tugged the neck of her dress down, exposing her tits.
Upon seeing her breasts, he could feel his dominance take over as he pulled himself from her mouth, standing up from the chair before he grabbed her, clearing all the work off his table before placing her on it, he wanted to begin to ravage her there and then, before pausing… God knows how much he wants her but he can’t allow his animal instincts take over his senses completely, as she was still so tender.
Fighting the urge to damn the consequences, he severed contact with her and pulled back, asking first as he caught his breath, “Miranda, are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure I am… what you want?” He shivered, hoping he won’t have to wait long, and also hoping for a positive answer as his balls were so darn heavy now.
She nodded immediately, her arms reaching out for him, “yes Damian, I want you… to… take me, tonight.”
After getting his answer, he came closer and leaned in close against her, his body pressing into hers, feeling her warm skin. They both held eye contact again, her eyes were dark, sensual, and filled with need, he could see right through them before he captured her mouth. Their lips touched gently. Light exploratory kisses, before control is lost. Their hot wet mouths locked, tongues exploring, his mouth made her pussy twitch with need and her body crave to be touched, it was rough and full of lust and hunger.
When they held each other, deep longing and yearning fulfilled, embrace warm and close, tight hugs gripping long to the chest, appreciative strokes and squeezes. Finding each other over and over, again.
He guided his hand to find its way inside between her legs, the tip of his finger descending inside her pants. Feeling the hot wetness between her legs, his fingers exploring, stretching, pleasuring, exploring and igniting animal groans, circling her clit, urgently and firmly, building in speed and pressure against her wetness. She clamps tightly and moans deeply, loudly as she comes.
“You’re beautiful. You’re a goddess. You’re everything I ever hoped for, princess,” he only wants to please her, to live to make her smile, he worships, he adores her, and now more than ever, he needs her.