THE HEAT 2

It wasn't my wild groaning that caused his expression to be like this, and as for myself, I can't even describe how shocked and shaking I am at the moment.


What the hell just came out of my mouth? Just what did I call him? Love? Hun? What kind of pathetic dreamer am I becoming because of this sex? What. The...

The worst part is, deep inside, I wish this could stop being just a fuck kind of thing.

Ooh, dear Lord! What is happening to me?


I try to avoid looking into his eyes by rubbing my face with my palms, but I'm ineffectual. He doesn't seem to be contemplating averting his gaze away from me at any point in the decade to come. Maybe my radical titles for him have astounded him this much. Well, he has every fucking reason to be! The only thing remaining is for him to drop me on the cold floor. Why do I have to ruin the best of our moments?

I close my eyes to the humiliation that is smeared across my face and the shock that is smeared across his. Why do I always manage to mess up our wonderful moments? Why the fuck am I so messy?


"I am sorry!" I murmur to his face, feeling like a desperate idiot.

"Look at me," he orders after clearing his throat.

I stop nuzzling his neck with my fingers and pull my face away from his, obeying his command. I look at him, waiting for what he has to say regarding my uncalled-for titles for him.

"Were you thinking about someone?" He queries, the dark look in his eyes changing in a flush. The weird thing is how he is still holding me, his cock still comfortably enjoying the warmth and comfort of the embrace of my walls.

This isn't a dark look for lust and desires. It's... What? Wait a minute. What does he imply with his question?

"What?" I ask, and it's my turn to be stunned.

"The truth, Ellie! Were you thinking about that jerk again?"

Shit!

What? Heaven forbid! I haven't thought about that jerk in a long time. I can bet he is out of my mind.

"No, Damian! I swear, I wasn't thinking of anybody. It was just you in my mind and this sweet moment. Believe me, there was no one else in my mind." I answer with all honesty, and if my senses are intact, I'm seeing his eyes soften at my answer.

Anyway, after what I just called him, I don't trust myself anymore. I might be hallucinating. Bitter sigh!

"Are you sure?" He implores.

I nod my head to ascertain my response, albeit with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, okay? Forget what I"

I'm silenced with a kiss as he walks with me to the bed. He hovers on the bed and rests us both on the soft mattress, kissing me with so much passion while resting beside me. This is new!

We finally pull away, as usual, breathless. He kisses my forehead as we steady our breathing and bores deep into my eyes after, as if searching for something in them. He remains quiet, and I grow weary, wondering why I am bathing in shame and confusion. Shouldn't he be asking why I called him that?

"Aren't you angry?" I ask, joining in the stare challenge. As if I will ever win against him on this! Sigh!

He rests on his elbow, supporting his head on his palm.

"Should I be?" He implores, running his fingertips on my chick down to my collarbone, earning a shiver from me.

Yeah! Freaking yes! He should, because... why wouldn't he? "I... don't know!" I whimper.

"I am not! It is not an insult, and you were not thinking of someone else," he states.

Even so, he still should feel something else about it. He is not angry, then what? Is he happy? Does he want me to call him like that all the time? Or is he pretending not to be mad?

"But I..."

He presses his thumb on my lips, stopping any words from coming out. "You worry too much. I am not angry, but I will be if"

If I ever mutter that nonsensical nonsense again,. Well, I shouldn't. I won't. I mean, it was just...

"If you don't tell me what you wanted to say when you made that call," he finishes the sentence. 'I'm sure you didn't want to just seduce me on the phone."

Damn! Can I ever be so wrong?

Ahem!

I know I wanted to share the good news when I made that call, but I blame my impose. He shouldn't know any of my plans until I succeed. I should have called Grace instead.

"What if that was my intention?" I tease.

"Was it?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah! You left me so horny in the morning, and I just didn't know how to get rid of that pressing urge," I lie. Wow! An excellent liar I am becoming.

"I don't believe you, but okay. Is that horniness gone now? Because," he pulls me on top of him as he flips to lie on his back, "I still have some more energy left." He winks, gazing at me from beneath.

Ooh, dear! His cock is still hard. I lift my butt, letting it spring to my front, and I align it to my entrance.

"Let's see if I still have any energy, because I'm far from having enough of you, Mr. Almeda," I tease seductively, pushing his member slowly inside once more until I accommodate him at full length. I let it settle in before starting our third round.

"You sure look energetic, and that cock is yours to ride all day long. I'm all yours, baby. So, fuck me until you are satisfied."

Damn his words!

When last did I ever enjoy life this much? No, rephrase that. When did I even enjoy life? Never! And when fate gave me a chance to do so, it aligned me with the best person. This person.

I begin moving my hips up and down slowly, both of us smiling at each other as we bask in the moment.

So, this is the ride he was talking about, huh? His smile depicts just how much he loves this, and it is fueling me to grid him hard, rough, and fast.

Ooh, I can certainly fuck you the whole day, Damian Almeda! Who wouldn't want to have this charming sex god all to herself even forever to fuck and do only the evil knows what with him if given a chance? No one! Absolutely no one, and I, Ellie Mallie, am no exception. And in all honesty, I wish for that to happen—to have Damian Almeda as my man. The question is, do I have the chance?