Maroon blouse

My mother and Damian's mom are sitting in the veranda, going through the fresh pieces that Noah had sent to our house. The clothes were all vibrant and colorful. I greeted Damian's mom as she looked up at me, offering a warm smile.

She gestured for me to sit next to her."Damian said he would be here in the afternoon," she said, settling beside me. he had already told me such, but I didn't mention it to her.We continued shifting through the clothes Noah had sent, when Damian's mom picked up a dark maroon blouse and handed it to me with a warm smile.

"Here, look at this, Maya. This will look so good on you," she said, showing me the blouse. It was a deep maroon, with intricate silver and gold embroidery decorating the fabric.

The blouse had a sweetheart neckline, which would accentuate my front, making it look flattering without being too revealing."Go try it on and come out," my mom said with a smile.

I quickly headed to my room, closing the door behind me, didn't lock it since no male members were in the house at the moment. I slipped out of the blouse I was wearing and carefully unfastened the knots on the red blouse.This type of blouse had a unique design where you could open it completely from the back, allowing me to easily slide my arms through the sleeves.

Once on, I managed to tie one knot at the bottom and one near the shoulder. I just couldn't get my hands to the middle ones.I called out to my mother for help.

"Need help?" I turned around. What is he doing here? He was supposed to come in the afternoon. Now, he was here, and I wasn't exactly dressed properly. I quickly tried to adjust myself, feeling shy.

"You came early," I said, as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He was wearing his usual suit, but this time with a black shirt and black pants. He looked good—too good."Yeah," he replied, his voice calm, "I ended meeting early"

He started walking toward me, and my heart raced because He had that same heated look in his eyes he had yesterday when he kissed me senselessly.

"Turn around," he commanded gently. I did as he asked. His fingers brushed against my bare back, sending a shiver down my spine. He lingered at one spot just above my hips.

"You have a mole," he remarked, his voice soft, and I could practically feel his breath on my neck. He was standing so close now—too close, but I didn't mind.

"I wonder where else you have moles" he murmured moving up my spine with his knuckles. he suddenly pulled the knots tighter. My breath hitched in my throat. "Too tight?" he asked, his tone laced with teasing. I nodded, and he loosened the knots, retying them with care.

"How does this look on me?" I asked.

"You look amazing," he replied, his voice low, "But you'd look even better without it."

Before I could respond, I felt his lips against my neck, sending a rush of warmth through my body.

"Damian," my voice was breathless. "Someone might come." It wasn't that I didn't enjoy what he was doing, but we weren't alone.His response was to bite on my neck, where it met my shoulder. A soft moan escaped my lips before I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, trying to contain the sound.

His hand moved to my stomach, resting on my navel, as he continued to suck my neck. I turned around to touch him, but before I knew it, he lifted me and laid me down on the bed, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. I kissed him back, lost in the moment. he pulled away slightly, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made me nervous.

His hands moved to my legs, attempting to move my skirt up, but I quickly stopped him, my voice trembling. "What are you doing?" I asked, my breath shallow. Kissing and soft touches were one thing, but this felt, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that step yet, especially just two days before my wedding.

"We're not doing what you think, Maya. We will only make love on our wedding night," he said to assure me. "But that doesn't mean we can't do other things."

"What?" I asked, confusion and curiosity mixing in my voice. Truth be told, I didn't want him to stop. Every touch, every kiss, made me feel something I hadn't before. I want him to keep going.

He didn't answer but simply lifted my skirt to my thighs. I was wearing just my underwear under it.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" he asked while spreading my legs further apart. he can see my underwear now, I quickly closed them, feeling shy. But he settled between them, sitting back on his feet."Everyday." I answered. What did he mean by asking such a question? I touch myself every day, after all.

He looked at me, shocked, but then laughed very loudly.

"What?" I asked, but he kept laughing his ass off. I didn't feel good lying under my supposed-to-be husband while he was laughing at my answer. "You touch yourself every day?" he asked, becoming serious.

"No, I do not touch myself every day," I said, now angry at him. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back with his hand on my breasts. It felt good. His every touch felt good.

"Sorry, Maya," he murmured while kissing my neck and lying on top of me. like this, his front was against my core. I gripped his arm tightly and gasped when he grinded against me. I can feel his thing against my most intimate area.

"Damian wait, why are you so hard like stone, does it stay always like this?" I asked genuinely.

he looked down at me and said, "This is what you do to me" and moved his hand between us and touched me directly. swallowing the sound I made with his kiss.

"And this is what I meant by touching" while pushing his hand inside my underwear and feeling me.

oh god!!!! ok.

"You are soaked, Ñuha qēlos ".

"What does that mean?", I asked panting as he moved his two fingers up and down my core. it feels good and slippery. I moan, unable to control myself. he removed his fingers and put them in his mouth. "My heart", he said while groaning. "You taste delicious Ñuha qēlos". he pulled away entirely and gets off the bed.

"Wait where are you going?" I do not want him to go. I want him to keep touching me. I do not care even if someone sees us like this. He took off his blazer and kneeled on the ground and pulled me on the edge of the bed by my thighs. this way he can look at my front easily.

I opened my mouth to speak but lifted my hips instead when he pulled my underwear down. I do not know what he is planning to do, but I do not care.

Now he can see me naked. I became self-conscious when he did not do anything but stare at me. he is the first man who has seen me like this. skirt up to the belly and without underwear.

~~~~DAMIAN~~~~~

My mouth is practically salivating with the sight in front of me. pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, I try to taste her again. it is faint but still there. she is fucking delicious.

my people have this saying that"Nothing tastes better than you mate's cunt". it is true. nothing has ever tasted better than her sweet juicy cunt.

I take her bright pink underwear and put it in my pocket. I am definitely going to need that when I jerk off later tonight to the thought of her. as if I did not do exactly last night. her cunt is adorned with dark black curly hairs.

I leaned and put my nose in her curls. her scent is intoxicating already. but her aroused scent was something else. it has been driving mad since yesterday when we kissed, and her arousal spiked. I like that I could make her wet for me.

I touched her thighs, and they were thick and heavy. she took deep breath at my action. I looked up and found her heaving heavily but looked away when I locked eyes with her.

Her face is red, and her eyes have the same heat as mine. she is shy but wants my touch. it was clear she was inexperienced when I kissed her yesterday, but it doesn't matter. I will teach her everything. I shifted while pressing a light kiss on her inner right thigh. She is right, I am hard as a rock now, but I do not even care, all that matters is that I taste her.

gently nipping at her skin, she moans when I soothed the biting pain by licking. I took deep breaths to control myself. it is becoming harder and harder with every passing second to control my instinct to just rut her on this bed right now.

"Damian" she moans. I should tell her to keep it low as my mother could hear everything going on in this room. but I like hearing her moan my name more. I parted her folds with my two fingers, her cunt is glistening with arousal, her inner folds are black, different than outer folds which are dark brown.

fuck!!!

parting her inner folds I found her pink clit. I rubbed it between my fingers. she jerked and held my hand tightly. I asked, "Do you like it?" Snatching her hands and holding them together.

My action made her lie on the bed and broke eye contact. I cannot see her face from here but her magnificent breasts. without helping, I squeezed one. She responded by arching her back. so, she does like that.

With one hand holding her hands and one squeezing her boob, I licked her cunt. FUCK!!!!

licking, sucking and kissing her relentlessly. I did not even stop when she whimpered asking me to leave her hands." Please Damian",

SHE BEGGED.

I quickly left her hands and opened her legs wider and started sucking on her clit. She pushed herself in my face with one hand on my hair gripping tightly and the other on her mouth to cover her moans.

her grip is getting tighter on my hair, and it has started to hurt, but fuck do I care. her moans have also increased now. that means she was about to come. I started to suck harder. her back arched off the bed and her toes are curled pressing against my back.

I bit lightly on her clit, and she comes with shudders, after lapping at her juices, I moved over her.

Eyes closed, face shining with sweat and breasts heaving, I am one lucky bastard.

she opened her eyes when I placed a kiss on the revealing skin of her chest.

she smiled shyly and covered her face, and I grinned like a fool.

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