Page 32 of Heat Me

Damien looked a little panicked, but replied, "I'm not sure I can handle the fitness, I'm a little chubby…"

"What is certain is that you are cute and very sexy in your… chubbiness," I replied with a silly grin, running my hands over his cute, soft belly.

His cheeks, always red anyway, were now almost beet red.

"Stop it…"

"I won't, you're so delicious. So pretty!"

Damien giggled and put his hands to his face, looking both embarrassed and giddy.

"Don't worry about the fitness part, I'll help you, Damien, I'll do most of the work for you."

Then I held out my hands for him to lean on, and he began to move tentatively, it took him a while to get into a steady rhythm, but eventually, he found his pace. The heat held him tightly in its grip, adding to his endurance. He clenchedhis eyelids and threw his head back, his round hips rising and falling. He took in my entire length. It was a beautiful, juicy sight; his body was so soft, slightly rounded, but his nipples were hard and his small penis so proudly protruded.

Watching him, I realized that I found Damien incredibly beautiful —he was flawless in my eyes, even if he wasn't conventionally handsome to others, but I loved absolutely everything about him!

I immersed myself in the spectacle of watching him in ecstasy, his lips parted, and his glasses slightly fogged, but I dared not suggest that he take them off. Besides, he looked like a charming nerd!

Suddenly, he let go of my hands and raised his own behind his head, assuming an even more erotic pose. I took the moment to place my hands on his hips, lightly squeezing the soft skin that yielded to my touch, then wrapped my fingers around his dick… He reacted immediately, letting out a short moan, and a few drops of his cum spurted into the air.

Now that the heat was ripe, he was able to come even more easily and experienced a series of frequent orgasms.

I found myself more and more lost in watching him, observing every move he made, every lift of his hips with true fascination. I listened to the soft, sweet sounds he made as he rode my shaft. I felt something tighten in my throat because I wanted it to last, I wanted to see him like this every day… Would he still want to know me when his heat was over?

As if sensing my concern, he tilted his head and looked straight into my eyes.

Almost involuntarily, I whispered, "Damien, Damien…"

"I don't even know your name."

Fuck!

I gasped in shock because it was true! I was already making plans in my head how to get him interested in me, how to makehim stay in my life, and I hadn't even told him my name… A major fuckup!

"Storm Aiden Nolan."

He smiled subtly, and as he lowered his hands, in a strange impulse, I grabbed both of them and squeezed them lightly; those moments when we were having sex were the only times I felt I could allow myself some intimacy.

"Perfect name for a purple alpha…" he breathed out as he continued to rise and fall over me.

"Where there's a storm, there's always… electricity," I muttered, hoping for it to sound meaningfully.

He smiled broadly, and then I saw a small wave of electrical discharges flicker across his chest, neck and face, a truly fascinating spectacle. Damien rode me for a while, with a subtle smirk, before he closed his eyelids and… came again; I quickly followed.

Only then did he slowly sink down onto my chest, his lips close to my neck for a moment, just above my gland, and I heard him whisper, "You're on the strongest pheromone suppressant, aren't you?"

"Yes, I have to be. Dark Dreams policy."

He didn't say anything, just kept his lips on my neck.

Then there was this loaded silence again. When I looked at him one more time, I noticed that his eyes were closed.

"Damien, I have to leave for about two hours, but I promise I'll be back. Will you believe me this time? Will you trust me?"

He nodded slowly. I could tell he was calmer now, and that made me happy. We were building something, after all. Small steps.

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