Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Chapter 57:

Tatiana’s P.O.V

I climbed down the stairs of the veranda and directly into the sea water where Damien was already out for a swim. The night was warm with a light breeze making the plants on the veranda sway slightly. The water was quiet with the waves lapping lazing against the white sands of the beach and against the stairs of our overwater bungalow and the moon was full on the night sky, giving the atmosphere a romantic touch.

It was perfect, I thought as I got into the water and looked at Damien who was staring up at the moon with his back to me. He wasn’t wearing any clothes...I wasn’t either. So I walked over to him as silently as I could and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. Damien instantly placed one of his hands on top of mine, already familiar with my touch.

The water lapped at my chest, covering up most of me so that if anyone was to look out their window at the moment, they couldn’t tell if I was naked or not. Not that anyone was even at their bungalows. There was a carnival in full swing nearby and almost everyone was at the bonfire, enjoying a roasted marshmallow and the music of the live band. Some of that soft music drifted back to this side of the cottage as well but it was like a soft noise in the background, almost unnoticeable.

I should’ve been there too, I thought to myself, but I couldn’t make myself stay when tonight was our last night together at Hawaii. I wanted to be with Damien. And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that everything was going to change tomorrow.

“Is everything alright?” Damien asked with his voice huskier than usual, his fingers tracing loose circles on the back of my palm. “You feel tense.”

“It’s nothing, really.” I lied quickly, afraid that the moment will break. Tonight was the last night of our little escape and I wanted to make the most of it, just like my friends have said. “But I am feeling a bit adventurous.”

I moved my hand lower, down the taunt muscles of his abdomen and dipped my hand under the water to the V that led to his shaft.

Damien gasped in a shocked breath. “Here?”

“No one’s on the beach and with the carnival going, I don’t think any of the guests are here either.” I told him.

“I’m all in for adventure, Tia, but what you and I share is private.” His voice was breathless yet firm. “I’d rather not have the world look in or listen in on us, even by accident.”

“Are you sure?” I had him in my hands by now and with slow, deliberate strokes, I moved my hands up and down his shaft as I pressed my breasts to his back to get closer to him. I could already feel him tense; feel the hardening of his muscles as I continued with my strokes.

“Oh! You little witch!”

The next thing I know, I was being hauled out of the water by Damien and being carried back in the direction of our cottage, but instead of taking me up the stairs, Damien sat me down on the stairs just above the sea level and then he was prying my legs open, exposing me for his eyes and to the cool night air.

“Damien!” I gasped and tried to cover myself, but he held back my hands.

“Feels vulnerable, doesn’t it? To be so exposed where people can come and peep in anytime?” I could hear the smirk in his voice just as I could feel myself get aroused. “Well, you wanted adventurous.”

And then Damien brought his lips down on me, parting me wide open with his fingers as his tongue darted out to taste me. I moaned out his name, my back arching off the stairs as Damien’s tongue circled my clitoris. My plan had somehow backfired and it was now me who was being tortured with this onslaught of sensation. But I wasn't complaining at all; it was the sweetest of tortures, the most blessed of agonies.

My fingers were entwined in his hair and I was pushing him deeper into me. Damien shifted his attention to my lower lips and I bit down on my hand to stop myself from screaming out his name. This wasn’t the first time Damien had gone down on me but this time it was different. The anticipation of getting caught was making everything heightened. I was the one who had wanted the adventure, but it had been merely a way to distract Damien. Oh, he had gotten distracted alright, but all of his focus was now on me as he ate me out and left me a panting and writhing mess above him.

The tension built in my the pit of my stomach and I tried to warn Damien but he wouldn’t listen. He was intent on making me come. Finally, I found my release when Damien used his hands on my clitoris along with his tongue and I shattered above him, coming all over his face and screaming his name into the night.

I rode through my orgasm in waves, it was the most exquisite of pain and pleasure and I felt utterly exhausted when the waves past. But Damien wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

He dunked his head under the water to clear away the traces of my orgasm and then climbed onto the stairs on top of me. My eyes traced every inch of his skin as he came out of the water and the moonlight enabled me to see clearly. My eyes travelled down his chest, to taunt muscles of his abdomen and then finally landed on his fully erect shaft. I could see the veins in them pulsing; it must have been a torturous experience for him to just look after my needs and not focus on him.

I went to reach for him with my hands but his sharp tone stopped me midway. “You’ve had your adventure, Tia. Now I want mine, behind closed doors.”

He helped me climb onto the veranda and then we were in my room and Damien was pushing me up against the closed door and kissing the daylight out of me. But this time, I didn’t let him take the lead. Instead, I pushed him back with my hand on his chest and kept pushing him until he hit the bed and collapsed on top of it. I climbed on top of him.

“You asked for an adventure, didn’t you?” I repeated his words from earlier before I bent my head down and licked the tip of his shaft slowly. I could taste his pre-cum as Damien let out a groan. His hands were fisted on the sheets and his eyes were shut tight as I licked my way down and then back up his length.

I took him in my hands and massaged his shaft as I licked at the tip like a Popsicle. This time, I had the pleasure of watching Damien squirm under my hands. It was quite an empowering feeling, knowing that I was making him vulnerable, that I was giving him pleasure. But I couldn’t continue long because Damien was grabbing me by my shoulders and hauling me up for a kiss.

“I’m not a saint, Tia.” He ground out. “I have my limits and I’m about a hairs breath away from losing it. I want to be inside you, now!”

He went to topple me over but I stopped him. “Tonight, I’m in control.” I told him as I sat up straddling his waist and watched him with half-lidded eyes as Damien’s head fell back on the bed, his jaw clenched so tight that the veins were showing.

I took him in my hand and guided him to my entrance before I came down on him. It felt incredible to have him finally inside me and in this position, I felt him go deeper than he had ever before. With that I was riding him with my hands on his chest, our groans filling the up silent night.

The sensation was something I hadn’t ever felt before and I didn’t want it to stop. Damien held onto my hips and thrust up with his pelvic, going much deeper and making me scream his name. We were joined together like we’d never been before and I felt a connection to him for the first time that went far beyond the physical. We were one. We were truly united in body and soul.

This time when we came, we came together, accepting the blissful oblivion of pleasure as the world shattered around us. Stars danced in my eyes and Damien’s hands tightened on my hips for a fraction as he came inside me, both of us caught in the throes of ecstasy.

I fell on top of Damien, exhausted and out of breath, my ears resting on top of his chest. I could hear the unsteadiness of his heartbeat, the rhythm fast and erratic. It gave me some relief to know that I wasn't the only one feeling this out of control.

“I love you, Damien.”

The words were out before I could stop them. I could blame my hormones all I want but I couldn’t make myself say the words. I meant it. I meant what I said and now they were finally out in the open.

Damien froze under me.

“What?” His voice was hard as he pushed me aside and sat up in bed.

“I love you.” I told him again, so he would understand that it wasn't just a spur of them moment.

“No. No!” Damien shook his head and got up from the bed. “You can’t love me! That’s not what we agreed on.”

And then, he walked right out of my room through the connecting door and locked it behind him.

For a few moments, I just sat there dumbfounded. It took a while for my brain to register what had happened. Damien had left. He’d rejected me.

And I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.