Chapter 326: The Most Faithful Idiots Alive (18+)

Damien’s hands were steady as he turned me onto my stomach, the mattress shifting slightly under our weight, and I went along with it, still trembling from everything that had happened earlier in the hallway and on this bed.

He didn’t rush the process. Instead, he took his time arranging me just the way he wanted. His palms moved down my sides until they rested on my hips, guiding them upward so that I ended up on my knees, my chest pressing into the sheets while my rear was lifted toward him.

The position had me feeling completely exposed, sending my heart racing. When his hands slowly explored the curve of my backside and the backs of my thighs, I sensed a reverent quality in his touch, almost as if he were still convincing himself that I was really there and his to touch again after so much time apart.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "Still so perfect for me."

I shivered at his words and the way his thumbs stroked along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, spreading me open just a bit further for him to take in.

The quiet of the house amplified every little sound, the soft creak of my bed, the uneven rhythm of my breathing, and the wet sound of his mouth when he leaned in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss at the base of my spine.

He continued downward from there, kissing each vertebra with careful intention, biting gently at the small of my back just hard enough to make me jump, then soothing the spot with his tongue.

Lower still, until I felt the warm rush of his breath against the most intimate part of me, and my entire body tensed with anticipation.

He opened me up with both hands, breathing against me for what felt like ages. The heat of it made me shiver, prompting an instinctive push back against him.

Damien held me firmly in place, a soft sound of amusement and hunger vibrating against my skin, then he began to lick me...slow, thorough, and delightfully filthy in a way that took my breath away.

His tongue glided from the base of my balls up over my hole and circled around slowly, teasing the rim with maddening patience before pressing more firmly, the tip teasing the tight muscle and then pushing inside just enough to make my toes curl against the sheets.

"Damien...why the fuck--Ah! D...do you keep doing that...?"

He took his time like he always did ignoring me and mixing broad, flat licks that left me dripping with smaller, focused circles that had me moaning into the pillow, completely unable to stay quiet.

I was incredibly vocal, broken moans, soft curses, and his name spilling from my lips in a steady stream while my thighs quaked violently under his hands.

Damien held my hips tightly enough that I couldn’t squirm away. Whenever I got too loud, he’d give a sharp squeeze or a light spank, sending fresh heat coursing through me and making me clench around the wet pressure of his tongue.

The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room, obscenely unmistakable, and just when he pulled back enough to speak, his words came out rough and filled with longing.

"Missed the way you taste... Sunshine. So sweet."

He resumed his work right away, his tongue pressing deeper, thrusting into me slowly and while one hand slid under to wrap around my cock, stroking me in the same unhurried rhythm.

I was already leaking heavily, the sheets beneath me growing damp, and the dual sensation of his mouth and his hand had me rocking back against him as much as his grip allowed.

When he finally added one slick finger, it was slow and careful; the stretch was familiar yet almost overwhelming after so long without anyone else touching me like this.

He kept licking around the finger the entire time, the wet heat of his tongue easing the way, and by the time he worked a second finger in alongside the first, I was gasping and gripping the sheets hard enough that my knuckles ached.

He scissored his fingers carefully, stretching me open with patient thoroughness, then curled them to seek out that spot inside me that always made my vision blur.

Every time he found it, he rubbed with purpose, just to watch as I fell apart under him and my hips jerking, voice cracking on his name, my thighs trembling so hard I could barely keep myself upright.

The contrast between the filthy wet sounds of his fingers and mouth and the soft "I love you" he whispered against my neck occasionally was almost too much to handle.

While he slowly fingered me, two fingers buried deep and curling against my prostate with every other stroke, the teasing began.

"You’re so tight," he said, his voice low and almost playful. "Has no one stretched you open in four years, Oliver?"

Breathless and feeling a bit bratty, I answered between broken moans, "What do you think, asshole? It’s not like I’d just let anyone fuck me without...without feeling something for them!"

Damien froze. His fingers stopped moving inside me, and the sudden loss of that deliberate pressure made me whimper in protest, but then I sensed the shift in his mood.

When he spoke again, his voice was low and serious, almost dangerous, sending a fresh shiver down my spine.

"You never had sex with anyone else while we were apart?"

I turned my head as much as the position allowed, confused by his intensity, and found his expression dark and focused, making my stomach flip.

Crap! Why did I even say anything?!

It’s embarrassing enough not being about to date for four stupid years...not to talk of being so celibate I could have just shaved my head and identified as a monk!

He gently but firmly gripped my hair, guiding my face until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Tell me the truth, Oliver. Don’t play with me."

"No!" My answer came out frantic and sincere, heat rising to my face even as my body clenched around his still fingers. "Fuck—I didn’t sleep with anyone!"

He pressed further, eyes searching mine. "What about Connor? That night you went out with him... didn’t you fuck him?"

I shook my head vigorously enough for his grip in my hair to tighten.

"No. Connor got drunk, I drove him home, and I ended up sleeping on the couch because it was too late to drive back. Nothing happened...n-nothing ever happened with anyone!"

Damien’s whole demeanor shifted into pure, overwhelming affection so quickly it left me dizzy.

He surged up the length of my body, kissing me hard and deep, almost desperately, his tongue sliding against mine while his fingers stayed buried inside me and his other hand cradled the side of my face as if he needed to hold me still and feel me all at once.

The kiss was messy and full of everything we hadn’t said yet. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was rough with emotion.

"My baby... my precious, perfect Sunshine. Words can’t even capture how much you mean to me. I fucking love you."

Then he shared his own truth, the words coming out low and raw against my mouth.

"I...I haven’t slept with anyone either. All I wanted was you, even when I touched myself to cope with your absence... I kept thinking of you. I used your photos, imagined all the things I’d do to you once I got you back."

I was left utterly stunned and deeply moved by his confession, the realization that he too had been waiting for me settling somewhere deep in my chest and making my eyes sting, even while my body ached for more of him.

The emotional intensity bled back into my physical need without skipping a beat. Damien resumed fingering me, now slower and more deliberate, adding a third finger when I was ready, stretching me open with careful, thorough strokes that brushed my prostate with every pass.

He continued murmuring filthy, loving praise the whole time, his lips brushing against the back of my neck or the curve of my shoulder between sentences. "No one else gets to have you... only me."

"You’re still so tight for me after all this time. I’m gonna open you up properly tonight."

By then, I was fully prepped, dripping with his saliva and the lube he had worked into me, trembling and desperate, reduced to broken begging that barely sounded like words.

"Damien... please... I need you inside me."

He finally pulled his fingers out slowly, watching the way I clenched around nothing with a dark, satisfied look that made my stomach flip all over again.

Then he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, thick and hot and already leaking. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, and whispered the words that made everything inside me go soft and open at once.

"I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you now."