Kismet (Part 3)

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My first thought of the day is of Damian. How I have longed for this day … to meet a man so special he is my waking thought!I feel his warmth. Snuggling back against his heated body, spooning, I replay the night before in my mind. We made love. And it was the best night of my life. He knows I am rousing. His hands gently move my hair to the side so he can plant soft kisses on the back of my neck. Oh my, his lips feel nice on my skin. His arms pull me tighter against him, with fingertips tracing the outline of my curves. When he reaches the sweet place between my legs, he pats my softness lightly. “Are you sore?””A little, but, I like the soreness.””Sweet Annabelle, I said you would feel where I was the next day. Didn’t I, my darling?””Mmmm. You did. And I do.”After nibbling my ear, he says, “Would you like me to draw you a nice bath?””Mmmm. Yes, Damian. A bath sounds lovely right now. But, only if you join me.” I glance back at him in time to see his sexy smile. “Done, my darling.” He pats my bottom and slides out of bed. My eyes linger on his tall, toned, sexy form crossing the room to the attached bath. I sigh, relishing in these feelings. I hear the water running and before too long he comes back, extending his hand to me, leading me to the bath. He climbs into the vintage clawfoot tub, with my eyes watching as his manhood slowly disappears, inch by inch, underneath the water. I climb over the side, sliding my bum down, rotating, so I can nestle my face against his neck and chest. My hand rises to gently stroke his handsome face. We close our eyes and cuddle together, basking in the warmth of the water. Our hands explore each other with unhurried touches, purposefully ignoring our erogenous zones for now. We reconnect, skin against skin, and draw more connected with each passing moment.He tells me more about his interests. He has always favored the arts, learning piano and painting. He is obviously well-schooled in a variety of topics and as an avid learner myself, I long for him to teach me things. I listen with open ears Ankara escort and heart. Conversation flows like a river – effortlessly. And like in the gazebo, I feel I can tell him anything. There is a natural understanding between us, like nothing I have experienced before. Then, he returns the favor, listening and sudsing my body as I speak. He comforts me as I tear up a little, talking about my parents passing. I have no family left and have felt so alone … until I found him. Lifting my chin, his lips touch mine. He slowly kisses me, as only he knows how. When it is time, his tongue opens my mouth and kissing intensifies. I feel his loins stirring against my hip, growing in need with my own aches below.His hand moves to my breasts, massaging then pinching my nipples. Oh my goodness.“Please,” I whimper. One word, but he knows what it means.He rotates my body from my side to my back and his hands roam in earnest now, traveling down my tummy, to my pubic mound. He gently kneads my soft, shaven skin, rimming my sensitive clit. My hips try to buck up, but he settles me back down, whispering in my ear. I grab hold of the rolled edges of the tub, as his fingers sink inside my softness. My breath catches as his fingers dive deeper, becoming coated with my essence. The waveless water is now disturbed by our passion.He discovered my points of ecstasy last night and lowers his mouth to nip and kiss my neck, driving me wild.  Thrashing about in the water, I beg him for more. He makes me wait and starts edging me. Wildly finger-fucking me then stopping, making me beg. I twist my body to reach for his manhood, hoping to unhinge his patience. It works.“Lift up on your knees, my darling,” he commands in my ear. His breathing has become labored too. I obey, enjoying this different, more dominant side of him, shifting onto my hands and knees, with my bottom in his face, barely sticking up from the water.His hands part my cheeks and I feel his magnificent cock at my tight opening. This is my favorite part Ankara escort bayan – when I first feel his tip enter me.He teases me. Pressing in just the tip, withdrawing, only to press in again. He knows I will be tight and gives me time to adjust to his large cock.I tell him when I am ready. “Make love to me, Damian.”He plunges his cock deep inside me and holds it in place, feeling my walls stretch around him. I flex my muscles and squeeze him, giving him a pussy hug. He moans in appreciation, before withdrawing just to thrust back in again. In and out. In and out. Oh my goodness. I push back meeting him thrust for thrust, needing him deeper. I glance back over my shoulder as I love to watch his face as he ravages me. So powerful he looks. Manly. Fierce. Full of love and lust – for me. We get into a furious rhythm now as water splashes over the rim of the tub.My eyes close as I near my release. His arm wraps around my tummy to hold me in place as he fucks me faster. He is nearing his release as well. I hold still and just let him fuck me as hard as he wants, my cries echoing in the room.“Ahhhhhh! Damian!” I scream.He gives me a couple more hard thrusts before I feel him spill his seed inside me. “Annabelle,” is all he pants.We continue to move against each other in orgasmic bliss, fully emptying ourselves, riding out our orgasms to completion. He lifts me up off my hands, pulling me tightly against his wet, warm body.“I love you,” he whispers. Before I can answer, he turns my head and passionately kisses me. Maybe, he wasn’t ready for my reaction. His powerful words linger in my head though. I do think I love him too, but a part of me won’t let those words out. We step out of the tub and he wraps me in a towel. He dries himself first with a towel before sitting onto a nearby stool, pulling me onto his lap. He seems to enjoy drying me while I snuggle against him. Kisses accompany his pats, making me feel loved and cherished. When I am dry, I stand and he leads me to the bedroom by the hand. He Escort Ankara walks to a large armoire and opens it showing me the lovely ladies’ clothes hanging inside. Opening a drawer below, I see beautiful lace and silk panties. “I bought these for you. Do you like the clothes?” He displays such confidence at times, but other times like now, he appears nervous, afraid he hasn’t pleased me.”Oh, Damian.” I walk towards him, reaching inside the chest to touch the lovely clothes. “I adore them! Thank you!”He smiles, seemingly relieved. I need to reassure him more.”Damian, you know I don’t need things like this from you. The man I am discovering you to be is enough.”I delight at seeing his lips turn up into a beautiful smile by my words. But, as I sift through the garments, he grows still behind me. Turning, I see his face has darkened.”I cannot wait any longer to share some things with you, Annabelle. May we dress and go downstairs to my library?”I knew this time would come. He will share his secrets with me. My heart tells me nothing he says will change anything, but in my head, there is a tiny bit of trepidation. Trying to hide my trembling hands, I quickly dress as he dresses also.He leads me down the stairs to a different wing of his home, to a set of large wooden, intricately-carved double doors.”My library,” he simply says.Upon opening the door, I notice the floor-to-ceiling bookcases lining the circular room, then I see her. Oh my goodness! Unexpected this is. I cannot move for a few moments as my mind catches up with what my eyes see. What looks to be a six-foot portrait hangs on the wall behind a grand desk – and the woman in the portrait is me! Or a close likeness of me. She wears a satin red dress with lavish jewels adorning her neck and ears. Her hair is long and dark like mine. Her eyes match my shade of blue. She looks like me! “Damian?” I turn to him, eyes wide.”I know it is a shock, my dear. Sit with me and allow me to explain.”He leads me to a plush couch in front of one of the bookcases, facing the portrait.”Who who who … is … she?” I stutter.”She is your ancestor, on your father’s side, from a very long time ago and the only other love of my life.”I continue to stare, comparing every centimeter of her to myself. My eyes spy only subtle differences. Damian pats my leg but remains quiet.

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