18: Rolling waves of pleasure

Damien sent the driver to pick me up from my parents earlier today. Just three nights away from home and I already miss this place. I missed Damien. It was a while before I went to bed yesterday. I'd tossed and turned and reached out for him but he wasn't there.

Immediately, I stepped into the house, I was greeted with silence. I dropped my bag on the cream sofa and made my way to the kitchen. Mrs Rose came up behind me.

"Welcome home Mrs Forrest"

"Hi...Rose" I smiled as she collected my bag and started walking upstairs.

"Is my husband home?" I asked following right behind her.

"Yes ma'am. He came home early today. He's in his work room" She said before departing to keep my bag. I continued with the spiral stairs until I came to the door of Damien's work room. It looks like a library but it's not the house library. I opened the door peeping inside.

Damien was sitting down with his face buried in his computer. He looked like he's been like this all day. I came inside and shut the door strolling to him.

"Damien"

He looked up to me and there were dark circles right under his eyes. A plate of rolls was kept by the side. Untouched.

"Hey babe" he took my hand allowing me to seat on his legs. "Your back" he mumbled against my hair. "I missed you"

"Me too" I planted a kiss to his lips. "Did you have any rest at all? You look tired"

"I'm fine. Just getting work done"

Well, I can see that. Looking at him now, I feel bad for spending time without him. He really needed me. He's the real victim here. I kissed his cheek and hugged his neck.

"I'm sorry. God! You look sick"

He shook his head with a smile. "Just missed you"

I ran my hands through his hair. "You need a a haircut"

"No"

"Yes. I can help you with it"

"Christ! No way. I love you but no" Damien chuckled.

"I can do it. I used to cut my dad's hair"

"I don't want to look like your dad" he said and I giggled pulling at his hair softly but enough to make him moan.

"Come here" I got to my feet and pulled him toward our bathroom. He seem to be dragging his feet like a little child and I laughed. I'm giving him a haircut whether he likes it or not.

He sat on the chair by the sink and I grabbed the water head. I squirted a little of his shampoo unto my hand and smiled when I perceived the scent. So muscular and nice. Sometimes I use it when I want to.

I applied the gel to his hair and rubbed it around.

"I really missed you" Damien proclaim again and I smile. If only he knows how much I missed him too. I could hardly sleep. I could tell the same by the bags under his eyes.

"I know" I grinned in triumph. Damien chuckled and started playing with the hem of my dress. His fingers made contact with my skin and I jerked a little.

"Damien" I giggle.

He smiled and continue his assault. One of his hand move to my zipper pulling it down.

"Your distracting me"

"That's the point" he grinned.

"I'm still going to cut your hair" I smirk. I washed his hair a little more before rinsing the gel off and grabbing the towel. Damien pulled me by my waist and I sit on his legs.

"You're so beautiful" he said placing a kiss to my neck.

I dumped the towel on his face and started drying his hair up. That way, he won't have to distract me with his lips.

"Jay"

I applied more pressure. "Jay! Jay!"

I chuckled taking the towel off.

"Not funny" he said with a hint of laugh to his tone but he was serious.

"I'll grab the scissors" I said releasing myself from his grip. The scissor was at the top drawer and I couldn't reach it. There was no stool either.

"Damien!"

"Right here babe" he easily reached for the scissor and handed it to me."you know, I can just get a haircut somewhere right?" He ask.

"I want to do it" I pout and Damien moved his hands round my waist, capturing me between the drawers and his body.

"I know" he latched his lips to my neck and I welcomed the sweet sensation shooting through me. One I've missed so much. I dumped the scissor to the ground and circled his neck with my arms. "Damn! I've missed you so"

I moaned when he placed a wet kiss to my collarbone. I shivered at his easy, feather touches as he ran his fingers on my exposed skin. His hands fiddled with my zipper. Pulling it down finally. I chuckled at his impatience.

"Stop laughing at me" he scolded and returned his lips to mine sucking on my tongue like a craving man. I helped take his belt off and his pants before he stepped out of them. We both knew where this would go when I decided to wash his hair.

Damien shrugged his pants off and took his shirt away. I relaxed at the feeling of being able to run my hands down his chest. My favorite part of his body. Well, one of my favorite part. I grinned mischievously.

Damien pressed his arousal to my stomach and I growled.

"I know baby...wrap your legs round me" I did as I was told and in one swift movement, Damien entered me. I soaked in the feeling. I missed him so much!

I ran my fingers behind his neck as Damien slammed into me. The pain on my back against the wall from the force of his movement supposed to have hurt me but as sick as it was, I'm loving it. Loving the feel of him inside me. I welcomed the pain as I felt my insides exploding. Damien knew it too.

"Come" he said and I became one mess of rolling waves and sobs as I felt myself ride out my orgasm. Damien didn't stop slamming into me until he rode out his own orgasm. We stayed still for a while both of us, trying to catch our breaths before Damien carried me to the shower.