Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

A drop fell on my cheek and moments later another one. It started raining. Damian grabbed my hand and started running, dragging me with him.

By the time we crossed the threshold of his penthouse, we were completely soaked. Although my teeth chattered with cold, I paid no attention to it: I was mesmerized by his blue shirt glued to those sculpted abs that took my breath away. He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. I watched the drops of water that slid down his belly and fell from his hair. He came up to me like a tiger about to grab his prey, and I didn't offer any resistance. He lifted me up and took me to where I would have reached the peaks of pleasure: the shower.

His hands gently reached my back in search of the zipper to free me from my dress. I unbuttoned his jeans. The intensity of our kisses was a proof that we had an irrepressible need for each other. Damian began to gently bite my breast and then suck it greedily as I wriggled with pleasure. I held him tightly to me, my hands on his back, so that he wouldn't stop.

"You're irresistible," he whispered as his fingers slipped into my panties. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.

"I can't take it anymore, Damian," I panted, holding him tightly. "I need you…"

"Say it again," he said.

"I need you," I whispered again.

"My name," he replied.

"I need you, Damian," I said again.

At that moment Damian pulled my panties aside and then slowly but firmly sank his penis all the way, making me shudder. That energetic penetration took me to seventh heaven and soon made me feel completely satisfied. No one else could have given me what Damian gave me.

On Sunday Damian's mother organized a family lunch to introduce me to her daughters taking advantage of the fact that the youngest would be in town.

When Damian gave his mother the invitation we chose, I saw that there was a post-it note attached to it, but Elisabeth put it in her bag so quickly that I didn't have time to read what was written on it. What could it be? Did Elisabeth know it was a fiction? I thought that Damian would never give that invitation to his mother and instead, he did it in my presence and with a big smile of satisfaction. That man confused me more and more.

Miranda, Damian's older sister, just talked about her law firm and how satisfied she was with her accomplishments. Amelia, perhaps because of her artistic talent as a dancer or because of her extroverted character, asked me how we had met and what my interests were. I liked them both, but because of the age and character found more things in common with the younger one.

"Nice work, little brother! I like her," Amelia said when the dessert was served. "For once you chose with your head instead of another part of your body," she added and everyone started laughing.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you," Miranda said, "how did Michael and Rebecca's wedding go? Mom told me that you finally decided to participate."

"Yes. Maria accompanied me," Damian said seriously.

"It was very nice and the place was lovely," I said with a smile so as not to arouse suspicions. I wasn't going to tell them that Rebecca had tried to sow discord even after she got married.

"I made a reservation for Thursday at your father's favorite restaurant to have dinner with them. I guess it's not a problem if it's not done at home, right?" Elisabeth said to Damian.

"No problem. Given the circumstances, I think it's best that the evening doesn't last too long," Damian said as he stroked my hand on the table. Then he took it to give a light kiss on my wrist.

To my surprise, he didn't seem uncomfortable knowing that he was going to meet his best friend and his ex girlfriend again when they returned from their honeymoon. On the contrary, Damian seemed serene and relaxed. Maybe he would stiffen when the crucial moment came just as he did at the wedding. After all, it was normal that he could still have certain feelings both for the woman he thought he loved and for the best friend he had distanced himself from.

"I still don't understand what Michael sees in that cockteaser," said Amelia in a low voice so that others couldn't hear her.

"Leave him alone! That poor man will be unhappier than a bird with vertigos. Sooner or later he will realize that he married only a busty giraffe," I replied with a shrug assuming that Amelia also knew very well who Rebecca was.

Amelia's noisy laughter caught everyone's attention. Unaware of our private conversation, they wanted to know why she was laughing. Fortunately for me she did not reveal what I had told her.

As soon as we got home, I took off my shoes, then I lay down to relax on the sofa. At one point I smelled the distinctive smell of dahlias. I got up to look for the source of that scent and saw Damian staring at me, as if he was waiting for my reaction.

"I knew I couldn't be wrong this time," he said, handing me a bouquet of dahlias. I took it to smell their soft and delicate scent.

"How did you know?" I asked surprised.

"Your perfume," he whispered smelling me. "It's as delicate as the scent of these flowers. As promised, now you will have to fulfill my wish," he said with that arrogant smile that enchanted me.

"And what would this desire be, Mr. Devoir?" I asked charmed.

"I reserve the right to ask for it in due time. I already have everything I want now," he said and hugged me.

Chapter XXII

Since Steven