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(Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

He would often joke that being a ninja was just in his blood, that maybe he had ancestors that were shinobi and kunoichi who flew off into the night, sneaking up and killing important government officials or throwing cool shuriken in the air. Of course, this was absolutely a ridiculous thought. To think that plain old Damian could be a ninja? Please...

However, he even surprised himself as he crept up right beside the door. His heart was thumping, he swallowed a lump in his throat, a bead of sweat ran down the side of his head, and last but not least, his cock was throbbing with anticipation. 'Just a peek. That's it!' Damian tried desperately to convince himself, hopeful that this would sate his lust for even the briefest of moments and that they could enjoy New Years without painful memories or worries. He let out a shaky sigh, leaning over slightly to peer into the bathroom. His dark hair would no doubt be easily seen in the doorway, thanks to the light.

The moment his eyes found Marisa's elegant body through the foggy door, he damn near lost it. Her every curve was outlined almost perfectly, and he easily filled in the blanks with his own imagination. She played it out right on the dot, fulfilling his fantasy out in reality. It was both beautiful and naughty, lovely and lustful. It covered all over the board, making Damian pant somewhat. She simply began to wash her body, though the entire time, he could not keep his friends from caressing the tent in his pants.

That was about the time she ran it across her nipples and breasts. The water may have drowned out her moan, but his mind imitated it perfectly. He could not take it anymore, so swiftly (yet still without a sound or even a breath), he released his erect member from the confines of his dorm pants, grasping it desperately and stroking slowly at first in a means to build up his pleasure. He kept it in time with her own motions, closing his eyes for a moment to envision Marisa stroking him. Her hands would no doubt feel amazing on his dick. The mere thought made him shudder. He pushed it aside for now, resuming the peeping on his girlfriend who seemed to have really enjoyed their sex if she may have been masturbating to it.

Marisa rested against the wall, the gentle thud of her pink shower puff hitting the shower fall as she found that bud of pleasure. She rubbed it slowly at first, moving at the same pace that he stroked his cock up and down. The precum was flowing from the tip, but who could blame him? Damian adored every bit of Marisa, down to the last drop of her. And seeing her like this only spiked up his arousal one hundredfold. As she rubbed her nub faster, squeezing her nipples so hotly, it just heightened it higher and higher. He was matching it, biting his lip to hold back a groan of pure lust and want. Oh how he wanted her now. Oh how he wanted her badly. 'Fuck...' Damian groaned in his mind, the only way he could let it out.

Then, her moan came out, ringing in his ears like a siren's call. It was too much for him, and as she climaxed, he pumped his hand furiously along his length. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, holding back any noise he could make. However, when that sweet moment of bliss arrived, a deep grunt escaped him. His cock twitched and throbbed before string after string of his hot, sticky semen splashed against the wall. The realization that it was his wall did not occur to him. No. His mind was stuck on the pleasure that he had now, and the pleasure that he brought Marisa. She really liked the sex they had, even though it did not go as planned.
 
For a minute, she stood there, her legs numb...but then she pulled herself together and picked up the mesh puff and hung it on the shower rack. She was still breathing a little heavy and was still disoriented. Opening the door slowly, she didn't noticed her boyfriends presence. She was too busy looking at her feet. It felt so good when she touched herself, but she wanted more. Picking up the towel she had took off, her eyes continued to stare at the ground. She wanted to do it again. No...she wanted him to do it to her. Even though it probably wasn't a good idea. Even though they probably should wait until things were beck to normal. She just wanted him again. She took the sweater from the bathroom sink and and then pulled it over her head, facing the mirror in the bathroom.

As soon as it went over her head, the absent minded brunette saw her boyfriends reflection staring at her. She jumped and then turned around, her eyes wide with surprise and her heart beating. Seeing his pants down and his cock out...well it wasn't hard to piece what had happened together. He had been masturbating to her masturbating. Her entire face turned red. Perhaps out of being ashamed for touching herself to the thought...or maybe it was seeing his semi hard cock while she was so horny. Whatever it was, she had rushed out of the bathroom, mostly out of embarrassment.

Running probably wouldn't have given him the best idea, but she couldn't look at him while she was so embarrassed. He had probably seen everything...but why had this embarrassed her? She had seen him naked today. He had seen her naked today. She stopped running when she got to his room...well their room soon, and then caught her breath. Walking to the bed, she sat down and kicked herself mentally for running like an idiot...He probably thought he had done something bad now. She pulled up her sweat shirt from her shoulder and then calmed herself down. Thinking of him stroking his cock didn't help though....it was making her tingle more than anything.
 
The sweet release of his orgasm made him simply stand there and lean his head against the doorframe. It felt amazing, much better than those lonely nights to pornography or hentai. He even let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. It literally felt mind blowing to masturbate to the sight of Marisa masturbating herself and cumming. That was what threw him over, the sight and sound of her cumming all over her naughty fingers. The thought was starting to bring more blood to his semi-erect member, and he knew that he might be able for round two.

The entire moment to rest and catch his breath made him forget that Marisa had finished her shower. More so, that she was in the position to see his reflection. It was only when she began to take the first steps of her run that Damian came back to the real world. He stepped out of the way at first, afraid that being caught angered her, and she was about to lash out at him. He even threw up his hands in defense, but felt nothing. Lowering his arms, he saw that she bolted into his room. Marisa was on his bed, her face more red than a tomato. Like, one of those huge tomatoes that people throw, though some people might actually like those and eat it raw. Damian was unsure where this sudden thought came from. It felt like it had some importance or relevance. Perhaps he heard it earlier today?

"M-Marisa!" He called out to her, pulling up his pants and adjusting his slowly hardening cock. It tented, though somewhat less than the beginning which was of course due to his recent ejaculation. "Baby...!" He stood in the doorway, allowing her some space as he looked at her worriedly. But, more than that, fearful. Damian felt stupid for buckling under the pressure. He would not deny that he loved doing that, peeping on his girlfriend as she showered and masturbating to the sight of her own pleasure. Though, her flight made him weary. Did he take a stab at her heart for all this? Just to simply rub one out? He would beat himself senseless if that were true.
 
It didn't take Damian very long to chase after her. She looked up at him as soon as he was in the door way and shook her head. "No...no." She whispered, getting up from the bed and then realizing that the shirt barely covered her her cunt...in fact if she moved her arms up even a little he'd probably see a little of it. Still, that only made her even more excited. She knew he could see the bottom of her ass if she turned around. She walked towards him and then gave him a hug, feeling his half hard erection against her. She shivered and then began to rise to the tips of her toes, feeling it just up against her bare feminine parts. "Ahhh..its' okay...I'm sorry for running." She breathed just before pressing her lips against his.

Her tongue made its way into his mouth, and she moaned into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his cock radiating onto her slit. She pulled back the kiss when she could no longer stand it anymore. "I'm sorry Damian...I was just...I couldn't help myself...I was thinking about this." She confessed, moving her hand down to his cock and stroking it through his sweat pants. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted him to know how she really felt. What she really liked, what she really wanted. "I feel terrible about this...because you made yourself suffer for thinking you had hurt me...but really..." She bit her lip and then looked up at her, her face still hot with embarrassment.

"Really, I liked it...when you pushed me. I liked you forcing me down...I liked you touching me...I liked you fucking me...and I liked it when you came inside of me..I loved every minute of it..." She stepped back and hid her face, not being able to look him in the eyes anymore. Now he knew what she felt and he probably thought she was a freak for feeling that way. After all, what woman enjoyed being forced out of her virginity? She was a freak. She turned around slowly, not even thinking about the sweat shirt not covering the bottom of her ass. She just didn't want to see his reaction knowing that his girlfriend liked being raped.
 
He looked at her, the worry still swimming in his eyes the entire time. She whispered that it was fine, that it was okay, but still he was unsure. When she stood up, Damian had to struggle to keep his eyes up. And then she was approaching him. It felt like an eternity, and when she came to him, he felt her arms wrap around him. He held back a shudder, trying not to appear like a horny dog. But then she tried to reach his height, the feeling of her crotch slowly rubbing against the tent in his pants. Damian looked at her curiously as she spoke, her voice sounding... off. Though, the thought left his mind once they kissed, something that Damian loved so much. If she wanted to distract him, then that kiss sure did the trick.

Then she got bold. Their tongues met, his rolling against hers. The more and more their tongues wrestled, the more and more his arousal flared in his core. His cock only hardened more during all this, feeling the shape of her lips right against his clothed cock. Damian wanted to just take of his pants and ravage her, but he could not. He could not do that to her. His thoughts wandered to their last coupling, trying to keep himself under control. 'I can't do that to her again...' The man convinced himself, though his tongue wrestled more feverishly against Marisa's.

And then she grasped his cock through his pants. This time the shudder came through, and a gasp left his lips. "Ah!" It sent a pleasurable wave down his spine, more blood rushing into the hard erection that threatened to rip through his pants. Marisa must have been feeling it now. He looked down into her eyes as she spoke, listening to every word while she teased him. And her words only did the same, causing a twitch to run through his crotch. Marisa's dirty talk flowed into her ears, down all over his body even. And when she even mentioned how he came inside her, he swore he nearly moaned. The consequences briefly hit his mind, the idea of her pregnant and suffering the consequences of such. Not really morning sickness or the mood swings, no. More like, having to go through the pregnancy and all.

Damian watched her eyes go down, and then finally she turned away from him. His eyes went down to her sexy ass, barely hidden by the oversized shirt on her. He swallowed hard, his cock begging for another release. Hands would not suffice this time. No, he needed Marisa this round. But, before that...

A pair of arms wrapped around Marisa's waist, or roughly her stomach. "Don't be, love." He whispered in her ear, starting by caressing her stomach through his shirt, pressing her back against his front. The tent pressed into her lower back, his base and balls resting atop of the globes of her ass. He wanted to start grinding, but above anything else, he did not want to ruin this. "It's not terrible. You liked it, I'm glad. Don't beat yourself up over it. It's okay." His grip tightened lightly, holding her securely. "The circumstances might not have been great... but I know that the sex was." Damian finished with a soft chuckle.
 
When Marisa felt his arms wrap around her waist and his erection dig into her lower back, her legs felt weak. She knew that he wasn't disgusted with her like she thought he would be. Still, she felt guilty...for putting him through all that pain just because she couldn't admit to herself that she liked it. Feeling the thickness of his length and his balls pressing against her, she could barely think though. She turned around and then felt it once more at her front...she was dying to feel it against her flesh, she couldn't take it anymore. "It was more than great...Damian..." She said, looking up into his eyes, slipping her fingers into the waist band of his pants.

Her eyes shifted towards his bulge again, and she slowly got onto both of her knees. Her eyes were focused on what he had inside of those pants, hungering for it. She didn't watch too much porn, just a few cinemax flicks here and there, but she knew that men liked blow jobs. She wanted to please Damian. More importantly, she wanted to make it up to him...for all these years...and for last week when he thought he had hurt. A single blow job would not make it up, but it was indeed a start. As soon as she pulled his pants down it popped out and was in full view. For a second all she did was stare at it, her hot breath tickling the head of his cock.

Then she slowly ran her tongue against it teasingly. She didn't know what she was doing. She was embarrassed about it. But something told her if she followed instinct she'd know what to do. She pushed it into her mouth half way and ran her tongue teasingly around it, loving the taste of the remainder of his cum from when he had masturbated to her in the shower. Even the thought of her voyeur boyfriend peeping at her without her knowledge turned her on even more. She began to move her head head back and forth, taking more of him in her mouth each time, stroking the base of his cock with one hand. She loved the pulsing inside of her mouth. She loved the way it twitched and throbbed. She loved Damian. Marisa wanted nothing more than to please him.
 
Damian smiled at her words, glad that it turned out much better than he thought. In fact, it almost began shedding a new light on the entire thing and how they would feel about sex. Or, at least open up an opportunity to see things differently together. "Marisa..." He whispered softly, even though it was only the two of them in the room. Hell, they were alone in the entire apartment. And the thought soon left as her fingers dived into his pants. For a second, he held his breath. The thing he was afraid that might happen and make her fearful was now happening, and was very much having the opposite side effect.

His eyes followed his girlfriend to the floor, his erection springing out with a throb. It still at full attention for Marisa, shuddering as her breath washed over the skin of his cock. The moment was filled with silence, something between him and her. He could feel her eyes on his rod, making him pant even more in delight. Time went on and on, and he craved her lips on his aching member. And then it came...

"Oh shit...!" Damian moaned out hotly as her tongue ran along his length. She was inexperienced, and this was his first time ever experiencing it. There were no complaints from him at all, only groans and grunts filling the air once she slid it into her hot mouth. He tried hard not to explode then and there. He barely had time to comprehend everything when she began to push her mouth further down his length. A harder shiver ran through him, a gasp crawling out of his mouth as the pleasure increased tenfold. She seemed to just flow naturally through this. It was amazing and mind blowing. Damian was not sure how long he could last.

He loved how she seemed to be worshipping his cock. It drove him wild, making him moan again and again, louder with each passing moment. His legs felt weak, and his hands went to her head. Then a thought passed through his mind. She liked some dominance, that was what she said. So, making sure he did not hurt her, Damian suddenly took a handful of her hair and held her upon his cock. "Mmm, fuck Marisa. Suck me, baby. Suck me." His voice was filled with lust and desire, starting to rock his hips back and forth with her head.
 
Hearing his reaction just enthused Marisa even more. She loved hearing his moaning, his voice changing with lust and pleasure, and best of all the way his body moved as if it was struggling to keep itself up. She knew that this had been his first blow job and she wanted it to feel amazing. She wanted it to be unforgettable. She looked up at him, savoring his expression while he enjoyed her mouth. It made her proud knowing that this what what she was doing to her boyfriend. She was giving him the feeling of immense pleasure...just like he had.

When she felt his fingers running through her hair and grabbing a firm but not hurtful hold on it, she was excited even more. She felt him begin to thrust into her mouth, forcing her to removed her hand so that she could take more of him into her mouth. Even though she was beginning to gag a little from her sensitive reflex, she still loved every second of it. She moved her hands underneath her sweat shirt, one going to her pussy and the other going to one of her hard nipples. This time, the fingers began to go inside of her cunt, even though it was still really tight despite her recent deflowering.

She continued to look through the strands of stray wet hair and right at Damian. He could see the lust in her eyes...He could see that love for his cock that no other woman could give him. She pinched and pulled at her nipple underneath the shirt, moaning as she fucked herself with her fingers, feeling her wet juices slide down her thighs. She imagined that big thick thing inside of her mouth also inside of her cunt...stretching her and making her hurt...She loved it when she heard the commands come from his mouth...and she continued to play with his cock diligently with her tongue, moving her head until his cock eventually hit the back of her throat, doing the best to ignore her gag reflex.
 
Marisa kept going and going, making Damian wonder if she practically could not live without his cock at that moment. He kept his firm grasp on her hair, tightening just a little more and controlling her. Even though he was taking her over, controlling what her movements would be or how she would blow him, even though that was something Damian was afraid of letting happen for fear it would frighten her, he felt so much better during this all. It brought his orgasm only creeping closer. There was so much lust burning through him, his cock nice and hard within that sexy little mouth of hers, the young man knew he was up for another round after this. He would not be surprised if he could go another several rounds with how horny he was right now.

Another groan filled the air, filling her mouth with more of his cock while still watching how far he was going. Something told Damian that Marisa would definitely not enjoy a cock shoved down her throat... yet. Ideas flooded his mind, how he could take her for his own, whenever and wherever he wanted. Would she like that? Would Marisa enjoy being groped or ravaged sexually whenever he so much as felt like it? It made him twitch with excitement and brought his orgasm right up to the plate.

Suddenly, Marisa would feel him pull her off his cock. She would see a lustful expression, more lustful than ever before crawl on to his face. "Do you want my hot cum, baby? Do you wanna taste every last drop? Do you want me to paint your face with it?" Damian said, his other hand taking his cock and stroking it quickly. He was right on the edge, staving off that sweet release to get an answer out of her. "Say it, Marisa. Tell me what you want." He bit his lip gently, grunting frequently while he moved his hands up and down quickly, his cock covered in her saliva.
 
She had no idea what she was doing, but by the way he was reacting and the noises that came from him mouth she knew she was doing a good job. Having him push into her mouth over and over again was making her about to orgasm one more as she continued to finger her tight cunt. She matched the rhythm of her fingers to the movement in his hips, finding it to be even more arousing. She regretted not doing anything like this in the years she had been with him. She felt like they're bodies were one right now, and she could feel the amount of pleasure that he felt.

Marisa could feel him about to release until suddenly he pulled out. She looked up at him, her expression almost a disappointed one. She was close to cumming to, but she decided to keep herself on edge and wait for him to finish her himself. She watched him stroke his cock up and it was almost mesmerizing and made her begin to pant like a dog. She wanted to taste his seed, and had his hand not been grasping the back of her head she would have pushed his cock right back into her mouth again without even answering him. "Damian..." She moaned, having trouble pulling her eyes away from his length so she could face him. "I want it all over me..I want to feel your hot seed on my face and in my mouth."

Her lips parted so he'd have access to aim himself right past her sweet, full lips and into her mouth. She wanted to feel it all over her body, but she didn't want to pause to take off the sweat shirt. She wanted to hear him groan in ecstasy as he emptied himself onto her. Even though she had stopped fingering herself, her pussy was throbbing as if the simple thought of it would set her off. She grinded her hips together, keeping her lust filled eyes on his, wanting to witness his expression when he blasted all over her. "Damian...cum for me...please!" She begged.
 
His hand continued to pump furiously along his length, right at the last step upon the peak of pleasure. One more step forward, and Damian knew he would tumble into a euphoria of unimaginable relief and stimulation. It was right on his mind as he focused on the lovely woman right before him on her knees. Her expression of disappointment made a shiver run down his spine. Oh, now he knew. Marisa had become almost slutty tonight. In fact, she was practically servicing him completely. It made him think about what exactly went through her mind that night. He could only imagine what sort of lust coursed through her body. Even though he raped her, the mere idea nearly made him miss her words. She sounded so naughty, so hot.

"Open wide. Yeah, just like that." He grunted, right at the edge. Up and down, right before her eyes, his cock throbbed with tons of pleasure. Within a mere second, Damian finally reached the peak that seemed so far away.

A loud groan came out as he thrust his hips out slightly, enough for the tip to be licked as he momentarily lost a grip within her hair. His cock gave another twitch before suddenly releasing the first string of hot cum that was aimed for her beautiful face. It landed right across her face, from her left cheek all the way to her forehead. The next string soon followed as he grunted, threatening to sting her eyes and further decorate her forehead. This one also landed somewhat into her hair, probably something she might not enjoy. Two more weaker strings came forth, one covering her other cheek while the second landed right into her mouth. Damian pulled her closer, letting the remainder drip from his tip and upon her waiting tongue. The entire time, he was breathing heavily.

After he was sure he was finished, he released her hair and tried to catch his breath. He took a seat on the bed, his cock only softening slightly. The picture he painted made a wave of arousal wash over him, but what he really felt like doing next was having his own taste of her, his eyes peering down towards her crotch with a fiery lust. His tongue ran across his lips as he let out a deep sigh. "Mm, y'know..." With a finger under her cum covered chin, Damian looked deep into Marisa's eyes, dark with pure sexual hunger. Though, there was something else in them. Of course, love. Though, not just love. Could it be... a powerful feeling to take her and dominate her? Traces and hints were in those eyes of his. However, there was slight hesitation. Damian wanted to give her plenty of pleasure, plenty of love. It felt strange to think that simply using her and controlling her brought her pleasure. This would definitely take some time to fully seep in.

"... I want a good, long taste of that wet cunt between your legs." He said, moving his lips to her ear to nibble playfully, biting slightly harder once or twice in hopes to send shivers running up and down those spines. And all the while, his cock was slowly creeping back to life, slowly raising its head.
 
It felt like ages for Marisa as he stroked himself to bring himself to orgasm. Her eyes was locked on his as her mouth waited to taste his hot, virile cum. She wanted nothing more than to savor it and enjoy it. It was proof that she had pleased him. Finally, she heard him groan as he released, and she watched him with interest. The way his eyes closed as he let the pleasure was over him. How he clenched his teeth together. That expression that was almost primal or animalistic. It made her so hot. She didn't even notice that he was no longer holding the back of her head. Not that he needed to. She didn't move one inch even as his cum rained on her, first hitting her forehead and trailing down her cheek. She closed her eyes as he continued to blast shot after shot, not caring where it landed until it finally landed on her tongue. She waited until she felt the tip of his cock at her lips before licking the rest of it off and rolling it in her mouth.

It was a salty taste, but not bitter like she had heard. The consistency of its texture wasn't as bad as she thought it would be either. She loved it. Finally, she swallowed it and then opened her eyes slowly, giving him a warm and seductive smile. She even licked up what she could that was around her mouth. When he went to sit down on the bed, she turned around and followed him on all fours. As he spoke, his husky voice sent shivers down her spine, and also a strong tingling sensation between her legs. He had her full attention, waiting for the next thing that he wanted...She'd be happy to oblige. It was as if she was waiting for an order.

Hearing his request caused her to moan a little bit, making Marisa recall the first time he had tasted her. It had felt so good, especially when he fingered her while teasing and sucking her clit. While she just knelt there, recalling the experience, she was suddenly brought back to reality feeling him nibble on his ear, causing her to moan even more. She in turn began to suckle his neck, giving him a small but noticeable hickey after she was done. She then stood up to her feet and pulled up the sweat shirt up and away from her body, not standing completely nude in front of him with a seductive smile on her face. Finally, she got on the bed and laid down on her back, her legs hanging off the bed slightly. They were parted just half way, because she wanted him to part them himself.
 
Damian watched with further hunger as Marisa devoured the cum he gave her. It was such a hot sight to behold. It drove him mad, made him burn with the desire to just simply take her and shove his raging cock into those wonderful folds of hers. And she even crept forward, right on her hands and knees, like a hot little bitch in heat. No, she was his hot little bitch. And he wanted to show it, prove it, force it upon Marisa. He could not fathom how much she was changing. Yet, at the same time, he himself was turning into a lustful creature that just wanted to dominate Marisa over and over again. And, he very much would enjoy every instance of it and every moment of it.

Her lips felt magical upon the skin of his neck. She knew that spot was always his weakest spot. It made him shiver with delight. He could not explain it. Just whenever she kissed his neck, Damian just went nuts. However, he regained his composure and sat back, watching the sweater come off her nude body. Naked again. Naked Marisa was always sexy, always delicious looking. The urge to just eat out that pussy all night long only flared up more. "Mm, so hot..." He murmured with a devilish little smirk. Damian then stripped off his shirt before hastily taking off his dorm pants, walking to the edge of the bed and standing before her, teasing her with the sight of his body. There was some muscle along his shoulders and chest, definitely hints of a six pack starting to come up, but the biggest muscle of all was once again standing at attention between his legs.

"You look so fuckin' sexy, Marisa..." He said hotly, stroking his cock again until lowering down on to his knees this time. Maybe she would expect a gentle nudging of her legs? Or maybe some romantic, soft kisses along her thighs? Damian hoped to surprise her now. Suddenly, he shoved her legs apart, letting out his hot breath wash over the wet cunt that was before his eyes. His tongue dragged across his lips, eyes looking up between her legs with such lust. "Did you get this wet just from suckin' my cock?" A pair of fingers ran along her nether lips, going oh so slow and teasing every little bit of her wet pussy. He even ran it along her clit, giving it a soft rub before running the tip of his index finger back down one of her lips. "Don't think I didn't see you finger fuckin' your pussy, Marisa. You really liked suckin' my cock didn't you?" Damian's voice was dripping with dark desire and hunger.

Before she could even contemplate an answer, his fingers slid into her sweet tunnel, one at first but another soon joining. He pushed it in and out, getting deep into the knuckles on his hand each time. The pace was agonizingly slow. Another thing Damian desired right now was that hot voice that made him struggle to control himself. He wanted to hear Marisa beg. He wanted to hear her beg for release, beg for the pleasure that he was currently denying her. A cruel smirk decorated his lips, his fingers slowly dragging in and out.
 
Marisa had always known that she was attractive, but she never thought of herself sexy until she saw the way he had looked at her. He had probably always given her those looks with her back turned, wanting to be on his best behavior. However, this was the first time she actually saw it, and it aroused her even more. She watched him strip off his shirt, and his pants, and for the first time she was able to appreciate his naked body. She had seen him with his shirt off plenty of times, but never actually "looked looked" at him until now. He was perfect in her eyes, and seeing his hard cock fully erect and his balls swollen with more of his cum just made her appreciate his body even more.

"You look sexy Damian..." She returned the compliment and bit her lower lip, her cheeks still flushed as she watched him start stroking that big hard thing once again....she wanted to feel it inside of her...she couldn't wait for it to stretch her out once more. She was beyond lost in lust now. She was like a completely different person when she surrendered her her desires. Her eyes followed him as he lowered himself to his knees in front of him. Her body stiffened as his soft fingers found their way in between her legs, and before he knew it he forced them apart, causing her to moan softly. She felt a little embarrassed as he inspected her wet slutty cunt, but she liked him staring...just like the first time.

Hearing his voice creep into her head as he spoke, she could not help but to get even wetter just from his dirty talk. She could no longer hold back her moans as he began to run his fingers down her slit. Marisa almost orgasmed, and probably would have if he wasn't going ever so slowly. She would finally get to feel him bring her to an orgasm once more with his mouth. When he asked her if she really liked sucking his cock, all she could think was "God yes," however he didn't give her much time to answer before plunging his fingers right into her tight entrance as she moaned loudly, her cunt immediately squeezing his fingers in a wet sort of embrace. Her breathing started to pick up as he moved the slowly still, in and out of her. She started to squirm and waited for him to pick up his pace, but she he didn't she spoke up just as he wanted.

"Please Damian...please lick my wet cunt while you thrust your fingers into me...Please make me...let me cum...Damian please..." She moaned, looking up at him desperately.
 
Throughout his torture of slow movement, Damian let his hot breath wash over those delicate folds, switching to also blow a cold stream on to her sensitive little bud. For a long while, he had watched pornography. Almost a little too much for some. However, there came a time when pornography simply was not a means to receive pleasure. At certain moments, it was a media of sexual knowledge. And with years of having learned what to do and how he should be doing it, Damian put everything he had in his mind to the test; on his girlfriend.

He continued to torture, giving single hard thrusts before returning to a gentle, easy pace. Her juices covered his fingers, practically drowning his digits as they glistened in the light. The sight was amazing and made Damian almost growl in delight. To know that she was this wet because of him was such a huge turn on. So, when she pleaded him and begged him, her lover gave almost a sinister laughter, that dark side of dominance and control demanding its freedom. "Well, since you sucked my cock so well, I'll stop the teasin' here." He told her.

First came the increased pace of his fingers thrusting in and out, feeling how tight her entrance was. The feeling was exquisite. What would it feel like on his cock again? Such thoughts consumed him again and again, but before he could become fully clouded with lust, he was dead set on making his girlfriend cum nice and hard. Time to indulge her plea concerning his tongue. His head dove in, a hungry sigh pressed into her delicious cunt. First, he dragged his tongue all over her lips, savoring the sweet, rich flavor of her nectar. It was like a drug, an addiction that he sincerely hoped he would never get over. And now, like she so wanted and begged, Damian brought his tongue upward, flicking rapidly against Marisa's little clit. He bashed it sweetly with his tongue, though put enough force into it in hopes to send jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. When the assault was starting to grow boring for him, his lips latched on to her hard nub, and with all his might, Damian sucked nice and hard, shutting his eyes in a pleasurable bliss.

The way her pussy quiver, the way it tightened so hard upon his fingers, it would seem that her orgasm was just within reach. Now, with a hungry mouth devouring her clit, and her hole being pounded by his fingers, Marisa would soon be able to find that delicious release she begged seconds ago for.
 
Her pussy quivered as she felt his hot breath tease at it, nearly driving her insane. She had listened to her friends talk about sex. They had all complained that their boyfriends were terrible and they had always regretted losing their virginity. That was probably another reason why she was so abstinent. She didn't want bad sex to ruin their relationship. However, she never thought he'd be so good. Even if it was just because he watched a lot of pornography, she still appreciated the immense amount of pleasure that he was inflicting upon her. Even when he was drunk knew what he was doing, enough to make her cum before he blew his load inside of her. And now she wanted to feel it again. She was disregarding the fact that she could get pregnant. Right now all she cared about was indulging herself in the pleasures of sex without thinking of any consequences.

"Oh god....Damian!" She cried out as he began to increase the pace of his fingers. She could feel herself starting to begin her climax, and her back began to arch. Finally, what she had been waiting for finally came. That single stroke of his tongue across her slit nearly drove her off the edge, but she held herself back. She wanted to enjoy the feeling of his tongue, but she knew that she couldn't hold back for long. She was already so turned on from masturbating while sucking his cock and it was surprising that she could hold back now. Her cries of pleasure grew louder and quicker, pausing each time his tongue pulled away from her cunt and resuming when it came back down on her clit.

She then felt his mouth wrap around her swollen nub and she could no longer stand it anymore. Her cunt tightened around his fingers one final time before she released, her orgasm powerful enough to send her nectar squirting out onto his mouth and chin, and she shuddered underneath him as the rest of it began to seep onto her ass. She panted and closed her eyes, enjoying the last remnants of her orgasm to subside before she looked down at him. "Damian...fuck me again....Fuck my tight pussy again Damian...I need your cock inside of me.." She begged, despite just having an orgasm. She wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside of her and this time she wanted to cum with him as he released inside of her.
 
A relentless oral assault pummeled her poor little nub, the liveliness of his unforgiving tongue circling around it like a lion circling his prey. And, indeed, her clit was definitely his prey. He gave it plenty of loving abuse, roughly battered it with his tongue over and over again. Damian wanted to make this mind blowing, earth shattering even. If he could melt the world around her when she came, that would make him smile and smirk all the more. He enjoyed the pleasure he gave her, the loving side of him adored that his Marisa could indulge in all the pleasure and lust he gave her. On the other hand, the dark side of Damian's persona loved how he could torture her and deny her pleasure. The thought that he controlled her sexual flow or her release lit a fire inside his heart. A fire unlike any other.

The moment he sucked hard on her nub one final time, he felt the explosive orgasm rush through her. Her pussy tightened. He could feel the delicious nectar shooting into his thirsty mouth, both for that sweet release of hers and for the craving to use his tongue on her all night long. However, he could only engage in the present, though the future would more than likely make its way to them soon. He let her nectar splash on her chin, letting her take this moment to also come down from her orgasmic high. In addition, Damian slid his fingers out, licking them clean of her juices. Oh that wonderful flavor...

As if Marisa needed to say another word, though her begging just made his desire burn ever stronger. Almost like an animal, he stood up completely. The bed was a perfect height, and all he needed to do was bend down just slightly to get back into position. He did not ask for permission. He did not even ask if she was ready or needed a break (though she desperately confirmed that she did not). They were past formalities or gentleness. What they had now was raw lust and passion. They loved each other deeply, for forever no doubt. This was not, however, making love. This more primal, more instinctual. Just like mates in the wild, they were going to fuck, and fuck for either a long time or until one or the other gave up. Be forewarned; Damian had no intentions of tapping out.

Marisa would feel it in an instant. His hot cock, harder than ever, ready and willing to thrust into her depths once again came to her entrance. At first, he began to tease her, prodding her entrance and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. The simple act made him shiver in pleasure. He swore that he might have been drooling, but appearing human right now did not really register. "I'm gonna fuck your tight, needy pussy, Marisa." Damian groaned, pulling her closer to the edge and further prodding her pussy to the point that his head slipped in. "I'm gonna fuck it so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow." A tease and a threat put together, but the best kind of both. Never would Damian hurt her. However, he wanted to make it so good for Marisa that she would be sore the next morning.

Without further wait and ending his impatience, he shoved his cock as far as it could go. Immediately, the sensation of her pussy's grip on his cock almost sent stars into his vision. It was amazing to be back inside her, and now without the drunken haze of the wine, he felt it all. Every inch he traversed into her core, and still he had plenty of meat to spare. "Oh, Marisa!" He moaned, starting to thrust deeper into her before even thinking of pulling out.
 
While she was pleading, Marisa watched him lap up at her cum, and it turned her on as much as her eating his cum had. When he slid his fingers out of her, she shuddered and watched him lick off what was left of her orgasm. The only made her even more desperate for his cock, and when got on his feet she stared at him, her eyes following every movement. Without another word, he pulled her body towards the edge of the bed, and her heart began to skip a few beats. Oh how she wanted this man inside of her, filling her up with his hard shaft, spearing her over and over. There were no thoughts in her head, just the desire of him, that instinct that they were both following needed to be fulfilled.

Finally, she felt that big throbbing length once again, rubbing against her wet cunt. Even though he had lapped up her cum, it was still very wet and waiting to be penetrated. She started to pant, her mouth wide open as she stared up at him, waiting for him to start thrusting his hips. When he started dirty talking her, she began to move her hips so that she was grinding against his length before finally feeling the head slip in. She bit her lip as she felt a sharp pain at her entrance, her pussy struggling to take it all in despite them having sex the few nights ago. She was still really tight, but she loved the pain along with the pleasure the came from it.

When he finished his threat, which only made Marisa moan even louder, he finally dived down deep into her, making her cry out in surprise and ecstasy. "Ah fuck! Damian! You're so big!" She cried out as he sunk into her inch by inch. She hadn't remembered him being so big inside of her, but now that the pain of her virginity was no longer getting in the way, she could now feel everything. She loved it, and she knew that it would only get better each time that he plowed into her. She would eventually get used to it, and the pain would no longer be there, leaving room for only pleasure. They had barely started their second fucking session and yet she was already thinking of a third, and a fourth, and a fifth.

The familiar feel of their hips meeting again made her open her eyes. He was now all the way inside of her, and while he pauses she start to clench her muscles teasingly, squeezing him rhythmically. "Damian...fuck me like the little whore I am...make me scream Damian!" She moaned to him, now completely lost in her moment of lust.
 
With every inch going in, he had to struggle to keep from going all out in that very instance. As much as he wanted to just let loose and pound her pussy raw, he wanted to hear her scream. He wanted to light her body on fire, to make every nerve in her body just scream out for more and more pleasure. The way Marisa had been moaning earlier drove him wild, his cock aching to start moving again. It was a mental struggle, though the love for his girlfriend burned just as strong as his desire to ravage her.

The way she screamed out his name and commented on his size filled his head with pride. Along with a determination to constantly fill her again and again. Once their hips met, Damian was quick to pull in then out. The movements were already fairly quick to begin with, and he slowly began to increase the tempo of their passionate coupling. A grunt and groan filled the air as he was continuing the act. "Is that what you want? Ah!" He said between pants, feeling the tightness on his cock, almost even tighter than when she squeezed his fingers in her orgasm. It made his spine melt and tingle, another groan squeezed out of him.

His hand seized a fist full of her hair, securing her as he pulled her head back and went to her ear, groaning his pleasure out for her to hear. "You wanna scream like a little whore? No, you wanna scream and moan like my whore." Damian's voice dripped into her ear. His own dirty talk spurred him on, and suddenly he was driving even harder into his lover turned slut. "Yes, Marisa's my whore. All mine." His voice held so much possessiveness, lost in the moment of pure lust like she was. However, there was another objective in his mind. More than just giving or getting pleasure. Damian wanted to own her right now. He wanted to claim her as his. He wanted to assert his dominance then and there.

His lips crashed against hers, kissing her in furious passion. Then he kissed all along her throat and neck, panting heavily and letting his breath wash along her skin. Her skin. It was so delicious. She felt so hot, burning just as hot as his as they clung together. "You don't get to tell me what to do, baby. Only I do..." A smirk was on his lips the entire time, a grunt escaping him as the pleasure built up. "I'll be the one to decide how hard you get fucked! Mmm, I'm the one who will make you crazy with my big cock." And with a strong thrust, he held still for a moment. "Ah, got it?"

Once he got that wonderful answer from her, Damian's hips began to piston in and out of her again. He was holding to his words, filling her all the way with his member, fucking her as hard as she wanted.
 
Finally, he began to move in and out her, making her wince and squirm and moan. Her pussy was tight around his girth, not wanting to let go of him. Marisa could barely think, and yet his voice rung clear in her ears. It only served to turn her on even more, and because of her last orgasm she was extremely sensitive to his movements. Each time their bodies met and clapped together was like the sound of a clock ticking, pushing her into her second orgasm. She wanted to answer him, but whatever she said came out as a lust fill moan. He was quickly turning into something that Marisa had never seen out of him before, and this time he was sober.

When he called her his whore, she loved it. It seemed that she loved to be called degrading things, but that wasn't just it. No. He called her his. And she was his. Right down to the core. She had always been interested in BDSM erotic stories. She had always wanted to be in that collared woman's shoes. Imagining one around her neck along with that beautiful necklace he had given her that she had yet to take off since Christmas day was a beautiful thought. That thought quickly dissipated when he paused to tell her that he was the one calling the shots, and all she could do was not in agreement as she panted and began to play with his tongue as he kissed her passionately.

When he resumed plowing into her over and over, she already found herself starting to get close. She began thrusting her hips to meet his over and over, desperately trying to get herself to cum all over his cock. Not that she really needed to do it herself, he was already fucking her hard enough. She just couldn't help herself. "Damian!" She cried out, sucking in sharp breaths as her cunt began to squeeze him tightly. She couldn't even feel any pain anymore, just the bliss of his cock plunging deep inside of her and his balls slapping into her ass over and over. "Damian, I'm gonna cum!" She cried out.
 
The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, wet sounds of his cock sloshing in and out of her pussy filling his ears. It was a dirty, filthy sound. Everything was like a symphony of lust and passion as they crashed against one another. His own voice joined in their coupling, a groan and moan let out. It was loud, long. Damian refused to hold back, not now. The idea that the whole world could hear them mating and fucking, it just made him want to fuck her even harder. He did not want this night to end, but after this, he knew that they would be both spent thoroughly. So, why not finish the job with a big bang? With a smirk and series of pants, Marisa would feel his fingers grip tighter into her hips, the finale approaching.

Their hips were a blur of motions as they were moving desperately against one another, maximizing every ounce of pleasure they could squeeze out of one another. He felt like he was using her at the same time that his heart was screaming out her name, like he was about to do with his voice in mere seconds. "Fuck, Marisa!" The young man grunted wildly, pulling her into every thrust. His cock hit harder and harder against her, deeper into her depths. It felt amazing. Somehow, Damian was getting deeper still, almost trying to bury itself further into her sex hole. "Cum, my little slut." He practically growled, panting heavily as his cock twitched in pleasure. He was close, so close. His face was twisting in pure ecstasy. The point of no return was right there, and they were both on it.

One of his hands suddenly yanked on her hair, enough to cause a little tingle of pain to come up. Marisa's eyes were forced to look up into his, dark with such dominance and lust. "That's it. Your pussy is squeezin' my dick so hard, Marisa. I can feel it. My sexy little slut is gonna cum really hard." He was soon nibbling on her neck before starting to turn it into a harder bite. He would never draw blood or bite her so hard it caused her so much pain. It was more like a wolf asserting his alpha male position on the alpha female. It was all a game of control and showing her who's boss. And he hoped he was doing a good job in doing so. Though, Damian was unsure how much longer he could last. "Mm, fuck..." He groaned, the intense pleasure ready to push him over.

Then it happened. With a deep thrust into Marisa's core, he let out a roar of pure pleasure. His member twitched once, twitched twice, and the dams broke and released his hot seed. It traveled down her tunnel, slithering into her womb just like their last moment together only a couple weeks ago. "Marisa!" Damian shouted out as he came. If only this had been their first orgasm, he would have made sure she would be leaking with his cum from between her drenched lips.

It was almost ironic, their orgasms striking at midnight. While the fireworks lit up in their eyes, the sky was lit up with bright flares of purples, yellows, and reds. The lights came into the room and bathed their sweaty bodies as they made the beast with two backs. No doubt the first seconds they were supposed to spend were supposed to be romantic and loving. However, seeing the two of them, having a mind blowing orgasm together at the start of the New Year seemed to be the only thing occupying their minds.
 
Marisa had no idea what time it was, and frankly she didn't care. She was just focused on on her lover, her owner, and as far as she was concerned her master and how he was about to cum. She felt his body tense, and his cock twitch and throb inside of her even while he was diving into her quick and hard. She could hear it in his animalistic grunts and moans. She was going to cum with him. She bit her lower lip and felt her cunt squeeze him even more, nearly forcing him out. Had he not been thrusting into her so hard in rough he would have been struggling to penetrate her tight little hole.

She cried out as he yanked her head back, mainly because she was so surprised. Then his teeth bit at her neck, not hard enough for her to want him to stop, but it definitely was not a love nip. He had never been her before and it was a surprise, and something new. She couldn't help but enjoy it though, and as he continued to dirty talk she was sent off the edge. She cried out and finally felt her orgasm over take her, and this time her senses completely black out and she could only feel the sensation of his cock throbbing and plowing inside of her, and mid orgasm it, too exploded into her depths and made her feel even more pleasure. There was not a trace of thought about consequences of him cumming inside, just pure bliss of them mating with one another.

When the orgasm settled down a little, and the movement came to a halt, the first thing that she became aware of was the lights filling the room from the fire works, but her eyes stayed on him as they continued to pant together. "Happy New Year, Damian...I love you so much.." She whispered to him before moving her hand to the back of his neck and planting a gentle kiss his lips. She then slid her tongue into his mouth and began to message his, feeling nothing but pure happiness. It was such an amazing thing, what they had just done. They had bonded together in the most primal of ways, and she just felt even closer to him now. She couldn't even remember why she was against it for so long. All she knew was that she loved sex, and she loved Damian dominating her.
 
Damian leaned over the bed, completely worn out and out of breath, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. It had been absolutely amazing. He was speechless, unable to think clearly. Sex would be really good, he knew that. However, how good was completely blown out of the water and on another scale. "Oh, Goddamn..." He groaned out as he kept their hips pressed together. The entire feeling of being connected to Marisa was unexplainable. It was an emotion on a higher plane of existence and both Marisa and himself were floating all over the place there. His cock dribbled out the last bit of cum it could force out before he was completely spent, now simply basking in the wonderful glow of after sex.

Mustering up all his strength, her lover picked her up enough to roll them over while still locked together as one body. Yet, the act of lifting Marisa up and fucking Marisa passionately, drained him of so much energy. He threw himself on to the bed on his back, grunting when his girlfriend bounced upon his member. However, after that, arms wrapped all the way around the girl between them. Her head would find a comfy spot upon his chest, just like so many times before. Fingers caressed her upper arms and shoulders, running down along the columns of her spine. The feeling of her skin against his, the way he could feel the pounding heartbeat match to his own. They seemed to connect perfectly, whether it be sex or love, they were just meant to be together. And, Damian knew for sure, he was going nowhere without Marisa.

His eyes opened up when enough time passed, arching slightly and grinding their sensitive sexes together enough to force a weak jet of cum to enter her core. "Oh, Marisa..." He said dreamily, leaning down and aiding her grasp of his neck, kissing her back softly while his hands caressed her sides. In and outside of her sex, Damian adored her every time he had laid hands upon her if he was not raping her with his eyes. "I love you, baby... Happy New Year." He said in response, their lips soon parting while they lay there together in bed. His arms pulled marisa tightly against his body, the grip he held around her making sure she could not slip away or move away from him. The beautiful girl was locked tight with him together in many more ways than one.
 
As the room continued to light up from the luminescent fireworks, Marisa couldn't help but smile happily. They had started the new year with a mind shattering orgasm, probably the best way to celebrate instead of just sipping cider from a glass. When he moved so that she was laying on top of him, she whimpered a little, feeling his cock twitch inside her. She made no move to pull him out of her. She liked the feel. As their breathing settled and he leaned over to kiss her, her lips met his gladly. She looked at him as she heard him speak, feeling the vibration of his chest. It was comforting. "I love you too, sweetie. So much...and Happy New Year..." His happy and content woman responded, going back to kiss him once more.

The next couple of weeks went by fast. They were transitioning into living together, moving her things into his apartment. They had been so busy with that and going back to their jobs that they hadn't had time for sex. Well, maybe they did, but it was exhausting for Marisa. Not to mention she had been starting to feel ill. She ignored it and did her best to try to hide it from him, but he wasn't stupid so he probably had noticed.

Today was probably going to be her last day at work before she would be asked to take a week off since it hadn't gotten any better. Her boss and his wife had noticed how pale she had looked been looking for the past few days, and she wasn't as cheerful as usual. As soon as she came in around at 7:00 AM sharp, shivering from the snow storm that had seem to be going on for days, she was greeted by Elena, the wife of her boss. That was something new, since she usually came in later. "Hi Miss Ellie. Where's Mr. Gerald?" Marisa asked, struggling to put on a smile due to the fact that the nausea was always at its worst when she first got up. The fair skinned woman was smiling, but something was off. Her eyes were looking at her with pity. Yep, she knew that Marisa was sick.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Gerald is going to be late today, but more importantly he wanted me to talk to you." Marisa sighed a little and tried not to roll her eyes. Here we go... She thought, keeping a composed and pleasant look on her face. "I know you don't like taking days off, dear. Even when you were worried about Damian's disappearance, you still showed up here. Gerald and I think you need to take two weeks off though, and it will be a paid vacation." Marisa raised her eye brow in confusion.

"Two weeks in a long time to let a stomach settle. I'm sure after a few days worth of bed rest will help, and I'll buy something to settle my stomach." Elena's smile dropped a little, and her blue eyes shifted to look away from Marisa. She was acting strange.

"Marisa, I may have some medicine for you. Does your nausea feel particularly strong when you wake up but slowly subside through the day? Have you been feeling tired? Have any back aches? Are you late?" As her bosses wife began to bombard her with questions, Marisa's eyes widened as it all began to make sense now. She didn't even have to say anything to Elena. Her expression said it all. The slender blonde woman left her for a little bit, slowly walking into their office and then coming back out with a small plastic grocery bag in her hand. She handed it to Marisa, and then gave her a very serious look. "Sweetheart, take all the time off you need. If its longer than two weeks, just give us a call. Go home."

For a minute, Marisa was still standing their in shock with the bag in her hand. However, she shook her head somberly and then turned on her heel, heading back out of the store and into her car that had already been covered with snow in the five minutes she had been there. Before starting it, she looked into the bag Elena had given her and saw a pregnancy test and some pills for morning sickness. She didn't know what she was going to do.

Finally, she managed to start the car and drive home. Today was Damians day off, and he was probably still sleeping in, so she made sure to be quiet. She closed the door softly and took off her jacket and shoes so that she was just in her dark brown dress that came down to her knees and a white apron. She'd change out of her work uniform later. Going into the bathroom, her heart pounded into her chest as she took the test out of its box. The three minutes she had to wait felt like decades, and finally when the results appeared a big + stared her back in the face. She gasped a little and let it drop to the floor, then backed up and sat on the toilet.

What was she going to do? How would she tell Damian? This was all wrong. They had talked about kids before, but they wouldn't even consider doing it out of wedlock and while they were still going to school. This was going to ruin everything. Her head fell into her hands and she began to sob quietly, trying not to make too much noise so she wouldn't wake him up. She had to get another test. It couldn't be right...it just couldn't.
 
They way they laid in bed together was just pure happiness in his books. Knowing that even with the heater on throughout the night that they would be chilled to the bone, Damian managed to pull the covers on them. He ran his hands through her long hair, the hair he grabbed so strongly and possessively and was now treating it like a delicate piece of silk. Another kiss was born from their lips, and he was quite certain that they ended up spending the entire night making out before sleep claimed them. It was hard to recall it. Damian was deadbeat tired and physically exhausted.

With the help of a friend or two, they were moving each of their things into his apartment. His place was not really big, but definitely not small. Call it the "in-between size". They had two bedrooms and two baths, so if they wanted a friend over, they could easily house them. The living room and kitchen were of course connected together, and with Marisa's things, they had a lovely looking dining table and set. They had gone out on several occasions to find out the kind of art that they wanted around the place. He even suggested that they go to an art show and check out the local talent. A couple years ago, he saw plenty of great paintings and sculptures. It would be pretty nice to throw in their home. With maybe needing one or two things, they were pretty much settled in in no time.

Whenever he came home, he would always notice how Marisa seemed a little under the weather. She could hide things from anyone, and her capacity to care for others was amazingly vast. However, Damian knew her much more than any other person. He could see through the facade that she was planting up. Marisa was definitely a bit sick, though it seemed like ordinary nausea. She did not eat anything that looked undercooked or rotten, so could he rule out food poisoning? Unless she was deathly allergic to his cooking (which was pretty much ramen noodles or frozen pizza). Needless to say, Damian was constantly worried about her, often times calling her during work to see if she was all right. He got the same answer, the routine "I love you", and so on. He could only hope she was right.

While they worked and seemed to be quite busy, he had his pent up sexual frustration. In the beginning, it was starting to make his desires grow rampant. There were some days too that he had to hide the obvious discomfort from "blue balls", and he prayed to God that Marisa did not notice. It was not until that she definitely appeared more sick that Damian started to push away the building lust.

"All right, baby. See you when you come back." He kissed her cheek and watched Marisa head out the door. "Don't overdo it." He called out, receiving a gorgeous smile in response before the door shut. Damn, did he ever love that woman. The idea that she might be suffering from something made him feel inadequate, like he could not do anything to help. However, he knew that she was a tough cookie. She could press on. So, on his day off, Damian had begun touching everything up in the apartment. He knew how Marisa loved to be clean, always walking into her apartment with almost everything better than new. He thought he would make her smile a bit more today. Dusting, vacuuming, waxing wood, etc. The place needed too after they had moved in a couple of older things that had some dust or dirt on them. However, he just felt utterly drained this morning. After finishing dusting, before Marisa had even pulled in, Damian tossed himself on the couch. It literally took a minute before he was passed out.

During his sleep, the dreams he dreamt were filled with the future. He could see both Marisa and himself getting married, thinking up several ideas on how to propose to her. Then he saw visions of trips maybe out of the country, visiting Paris or even the sinking city of Venice. Yet no matter what image he saw, Marisa had this bright, beautiful smile on her lips. It was lovelier than any other, practically turning him into mush every time he saw it. The dreams were so lovely and happy, and the final one made him smile through his sleep. Marisa and him were living in a lovely house of their own, not an apartment. Damian walked in, the sun shining with a bright blue sky above. And immediately, he was greeted by a little girl in a soft, white dress and a slightly older boy wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Both were smiling up at him, and when he picked up his head to look up, he saw Marisa. She seemed to be smiling even brighter, and for a second, Damian was certain that this was more than just a dream.

After this and Marisa had finished the test, he was woken up by a soft sound. His eyes opened slowly, taking in the blurry vision of the ceiling before everything cleared up. Then, his ears listened in more on the soft sound. Someone was here, and it sounded like they were crying. Further listening determined that it sounded like Marisa. He was suddenly wide awake, moving quickly to their master bathroom and to her side. He knelt down, not even bothering to check around them. Right now, his girlfriend was crying about something. She needed him.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong? What happened?" An arm wrapped around her gently, Damian gently kissing the side of her head. Then, it clicked in that she should still be at work. She would have told him if she was taking days off, but then again, Marisa never took days off. What was going on? "Did somethin' happen at work?"
 
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