CONFESSIONS UNDER THE SUN

"Forgive me for this, okay?" He grunts after pulling away forcefully, and I didn't know what he was talking about until I felt his hand combating with his belt. Every single cell in me raises in applause, my heart thumping loud and fast against his chest while my body trembles beneath him. "I need just a few thrusts to calm this beast of mine down. We are saved even out here. Okay, babe?" He whispers as he reaches for my zipper, pulling it down in a go as his trouser falls on top of our legs.


Mine falls on top, and he hooks onto my thong, but he stops, studying my eyes, perhaps imploring for my response. I love how he asks for permission and how he will always make me submit with just a single pleading look. "I am already so wet, and there is no one watching except for the bright sun, which can't speak. Give it to me, Mr. Dimples, but can you please be a bit gentle? I am sore already," I whimper, and he smiles.

No, he blushed for the whole nation, and he had to mask it by pecking my lips. He then pulls away from the long peck. Through it all, I could feel his smile on my skin. He looks at me, the blush still so evident. "I am sorry. Are you so sore? I wouldn't want to hurt you," he states, concern written on his face, his hand still hooked on my pantie while his cock is brushing my clitoral area under the thin layer separating our flesh.

It's furiously demanding access to penetrate, and my clitoral area is all so ready. The wetness on my pants is making it more frantic.I am sure, for sure, but aroused all the same. Just like him, I want this yet again, and I am afraid I may never be able to resist him all my life. I cannot picture myself saying no to him.


"Ellie?" He rumbles, and heaven is how my name rolls out of his mouth between gritted teeth and husky, rugged breathing. It sounds so sweet.

"I am okay, Damian. It's not that bad," I wink to assure him and bite my lower lip.


That serves as a go-ahead signal to him. In a flash, my undie falls on top of our pants, and his cock tickles my entrance with acclaim, penetrating my wet vulva as slowly as the word slow can ever mean.

"It's going to be a quickie, baby, but just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?" He groans as his hands hug my waist, pinning me to the car and supporting my wobbling body. His hips embark on slow but deep thrusts, while my hands spread on the car as the pleasure starts building in me.

Sorry, sun, you have to witness this beautiful scene. Please let the heavens right this.

"Yes," I murmur.

"Is the pace okay? Am I rough? Am I too fast?" he asks with concern.

Dang! I love his caring and worrying nature, which you really have to know well to see. And I am glad that I was given the opportunity to know this side of him and all the other sides. I love them all. "No, Damian. You are... Ooh, so sweet!"

Once again, we are drawing into the world of pure pleasure as he pounds on me, sweet and gentle. My eyes close on their own to savour the beautiful feeling and this moment. Right or wrong, I'm enjoying this, and I wish, under the sun and the blue clouds, that this never ends. If this is a sin we are committing, then I am a proud sinner. I want to sin forever with him.

And under the sun, I confess that I am falling deeply for this man. No! I have fallen deeply in love with Damian Almeda, and wherever this boat we are sailing in leads us, I will willingly go. If the heavens can hear me, I don't want to ever lose this. I don't ever want to lose my Damian!

DAMIAN'S POV

I have screwed a few bitches here and there, and all that was triggered by the thought of that one woman I never got to meet. She ought to be happy now wherever she is, and I don't give a fuck about her again, nor whatever fuck bound us. I'm letting her go, more of setting myself free from her entanglement with me.

I also may have not known what love is. How could I if have always been so bitter with my life? The bitches who have tasted this cock can attest to the dorm nature of my sex, because all that fucking was to relieve the resentment and rage I have been nursing in my heart, except with this special one. Special, yeah, in a very weird way. She isn't a bitch, for the records. She is a goddess of beauty and class. She is a version I never knew existed in women. Feisty, bold, strong, goal-oriented, disciplined, and a fighter. Yet, beneath all those attributes lies a delicate being that any sane person would want to love and guard with their life, and that includes me.

She is weird and sophisticated, just like me, and I don't know if that is what is enthralling me more. She is a beautiful charm that I can't resist. No matter how much she irritates my demons at times, I still find myself melting down even at the mere glimpse of her baby aquatic eyes. Whoever named her Marrie was a genius. That fits her well.

Maybe I still don't know what love is. But if this, if what this strange woman is making me feel ain't love, then I don't ever want to know love. I want this—this feeling she makes me feel that even I can't quite decipher. I want her by all means—my sweet, wild, weird Ellie Marrie!

The end of Daniel's perspective