Author’s Note: Shortly after (as in about an hour!) I published the NSFW Alphabet for Damien and Camille, I received a request from my lovely friend @the-everlasting-dream to write a story about the day Damien gave Cami twelve orgasms. So I started working on it and it was harder than I thought (that’s what she said!) … because as a writer there’s only so many way you can write smut without being too repititive. But here it is, in all its smutty glory with my own little fluffy twist.
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Camille was awoken slowly, gradually processing the sensation of a set of fingertips lightly tracing the skin along her bare hip. She opened one eye just a sliver to observe the mid-morning sun peeking through the crack in the curtains on the window above her bed. She smiled as she felt the fingertips making a ticklish path towards her abdomen before circling the outline of her belly button.
“I’m trying to sleep here, ya know …” she grumbled softly into the pillow, eliciting a hoarse chuckle from her overnight companion. She finally perked her head up just enough to peer over her pillow to the digital clock on her nightstand- 10:22am- before plopping it back down on the pillow. “Hmmmnnnhhh … it’s already after 10, what are you doing to me Nazario?” She turned over in the bed to her other side and curled up against Damien’s warm body, allowing her mouth to find his and exchange a slow, lazy kiss while she trailed her fingers up his chest.
“Mmm, I’m sorry Miss Park …” Damien muttered between languid kisses, “I know I kept you up way too late last night …” His words were apologetic, although his tone was triumphant.
“And the night before.” Camille reminded him, leaning her head back slightly to peer into his eyes. “At this rate dating you is going to put me in a state of constant sleep-deprivation.”
“Well, do you have anything to do today?” Damien asked, a mischievious look in his eye.
“Besides meeting Nadia for dinner at 7, no … not really.” She quirked her brow as she studied him, intrigued by his implication. “What are you thinking?”
Damien gave her a devilish smirk before leaning his face closer to hers and capturing her lips with his. “I think we should declare today Lazy Sunday.” He whispered between kisses, his hand trailing down her side and over her hip. “Stay in bed, order in food, watch TV, catch up on sleep … Lazy Sunday.” His fingers grazed over the flesh of her thigh to settle between her legs, delicately probing her center and eliciting a soft moan from her.
“Mmm … why do I have a feeling that you’re not about to let me sleep yet?” Cami teased, her breath catching on the last word as Damien started twirling his thumb around her clit. She felt his hardened member brush against her thigh as he nuzzled his mouth into her neck.
Damien chuckled wickedly at her accusation, the vibrations tickling the spot beneath her earlobe and making her wetter in anticipation. “Do you want me to stop?” He murmured against her skin, knowing very well by her involuntary squirming that this was not the case.
“No-“ Camille sharply exhaled her reply, resulting in another amused chuckle from Damien as he slipped just the tip of his middle finger inside her. She wiggled against him, her body begging for more.
He lifted his head to peer down at her and placed one chaste kiss to her mouth- “Good,” he jested- before ducking under the covers and making his way south to her prime real estate. He pushed his one finger farther inside her and tickled her nub with his thumb as he placed wet kisses along her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth to slowly roll his tongue around it. Camille arched her back into him as a shiver radiated down her body to her core, magnifying the sensation of his finger tantalizing the area.
Damien slowly let his lips continue their journey towards her center, leaving wet marks across her abdomen near her belly button while he hooked his free arm under her hip to steady her. Cami writhed in anticipation as he neared his target, her body already buzzing with tension from the slow teasing of his fingers. As soon as he moved his thumb away and captured her clit in his mouth, she let out a sharp squeal of pleasure as her body neared climax. Her hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as he slipped another finger inside her and swirled his tongue against her sensitive spot. “Oh fuck!” She cried out, the overwhelming sensations exploding and racking her body with resonating tremors as he continued with unrelenting fervor. One.
As she came down from her high and her body relaxed, Damien flattened his tongue to lick a slow stripe from his fingers coated in her juices upwards to her clit. As he found her pink pearl again with the tip of his tongue, Camille gave a quick thrust of her hips in response. Damien chuckled as he peeked up to watch her breath hitch when he curled the two fingers inside of her, then took her excitement as invitation to plunge his mouth around her again. Already so sensitive from her orgasm just moments ago, it did not take more than thirty seconds to make Camille moan out his name when she came again. Two. And then yet again. Three.
Camille was seeing stars, not noticing when Damien made his way back up towards her face until she felt his mouth, slick with her juices, on her own. She was startled back to the present when his tongue found entrance, the taste of her arousal infiltrating her mouth. Suddenly she was very aware of his hands upon her, massaging her breasts as he settled between her legs. She felt his hard length pressing against her slit, throbbing with excitement as it slid easily across her slick folds. With a newfound sense of energy, Camille hooked one leg around his and pushed him over to his back so that she sat atop his hips.
“Feisty …” Damien murmured, the unmistakable desire in his dark eyes as he smacked her ass playfully. “What’s gotten into you?” He joked.
“Well unfortunately not you yet.” She replied curtly, dropping her hand between her legs to pump his cock in her hand a few times before positioning him at her entrance. Damien closed his eyes and released a slow breath as she sank onto him, resting a moment after he filled her to savor the feeling. When Damien’s hands grasped her hips and his eyes finally opened, pupils dilated with a primal hunger … only then did Camille move. Slowly at first, sliding up and down his length and smiling as he watched her, his eyes never leaving hers … But gradually she felt the coil deep within her tightening again and her body betrayed her with an increased pace. Before she could help herself she was bouncing on his cock, her breasts swinging in the air and Damien’s grunts chanting her on. Then the coil snapped, a wanton moan escaping her throat as her body pulsed around him. Four. Observing her ecstasy only fueled Damien on himself, his hips bucking up into her wildly and one hand venturing again to her sensitive nub. It didn’t take long for him to come undone, releasing a low grunt as he spilled himself inside her. The pressure of his fingers against her and his dick quivering inside her sent Camille over the edge again, this time with only a silent scream as her muscles fluttered around him. Five.
At some point after, Camille must have collapsed from exhaustion on the bed beside him. When her mind finally came to and her eyelids flitted open, she found herself staring at a very pleased expression on Damien’s face. “Wow. That was … wow.” He shook his head in astonishment, but still not shaking away the proud grin. “Hmm, wow is right.” Cami murmured sleepily, her mind fading as the physical efforts caught up with her. “I don’t think I could come again if I tried.” She admitted with a yawn.
“That sounds like a challenge.” Damien stated with a laugh, causing Camille to open her eyes wider in alarm.
“No! Just sleep. Sleep please!” She begged, her eyelids already drooping as she nestled into her pillow.
“Okay, just sleep.” He replied as he pulled her tighter against him and draped one arm across her back. “Just sleep.” She heard him say one last time as she felt him place a kiss to her temple before slipping into the warm comforting arms of slumber.
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Camille padded barefoot down the hall towards the sound of dishes clanging in the kitchen, clad only in an oversized t-shirt and the pair of panties she’d picked up off the floor. She wiped the sleep away from her eyes from her post-coitus sated nap, feeling surprisingly refreshed as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee penetrated her nostrils. She turned the hall corner into the kitchen to find Damien standing over the stove stirring scrambled eggs in a skillet, wearing only his snug boxer briefs and a loose dish towel flung over his shoulder. He reached to lift a cup of coffee to his lips as he stirred, taking a long draw before setting the cup back down on the counter beside the plate of toast. Camille glided in behind him and snaked an arm around his waist and placed a kiss to his cheek, soliciting a cheeky grin from him over his shoulder. “Why good afternoon, sleepyhead …” he greeted her lightheartedly. Camille didn’t think she would ever tire of hearing her once-gruff boyfriend greet her with such affection in his voice.
Camille glanced at the time on the microwave, unwilling to believe it was already past noon, yet … 12:14pm. She gave him a knowing look, cocking her head to the side. “I told you I needed some sleep … and then you wore me out again. A nap was definitely in order.” She gripped his cheek between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it teasingly.
He bent down to place a gentle kiss to her mouth, stilling for a moment to linger before the sizzling of eggs called him back to the present. “Coffee’s on if you want some …” he nodded towards the steaming pot in the coffeemaker, then turned back to the stove to turn off the burner. “… and breakfast is ready.” He ladled two huge scoops of eggs onto plates and garnished them with two slices of toast each. Cami filled her cup of coffee to the brim, sipping it slowly and savoring the warm robust flavor as it awakened her senses. When she turned Damien had already set the plates down on the kitchen table and had situated himself in one of the chairs to wait patiently for his dining partner. Cami sashayed over to sit beside him, very much aware of his hungry stare upon her as she approached.
She met his eyes as she sat down, causing Damien to divert his gaze to the plate before him. He cleared his throat and picked up his fork, picking up a large bite and gobbling it down. “So …” he started between bites, “I thought you were a morning person?”
Cami blushed, aware that her lazy demeanor this morning was somewhat unusual. “I am, but I also require a solid eight hours of sleep.” She replied, raising her eyes to focus on his. “Something I haven’t had lately since you’ve made a habit of fucking me into the wee hours of the morning.”
Damien snickered at the bluntness of her statement, but quickly put on a serious mask before answering. “Camille Park, I’d like to think that we’ve been burning the midnight oil making sweet love. Not something as vulgar as what you’re implying.”
“Okay, chill it Marvin Gaye.” Camille quipped, her brow quirked in amusement. “And I didn’t mean it as a bad thing … very much the opposite.” She set down her fork and leaned across the table, bringing her face within inches of his as he studied her closely. “While I’m sure the sentiment is there regardless, when it’s that good … it’s fucking.”
Damien leaned closer, his lips barely brushing hers as he whispered. “Mmm … I think I like it when you talk dirty.” And then his mouth was upon hers, his tongue slipping past her lips as he released a low groan and weaved his fingers through her golden curls. “My god, Cami … I just can’t get enough of you.”
“I know what you mean …” Camille mumbled, pulling away and pressing her forehead to his, trying to catch her breath.
“I just made you this gourmet breakfast- “ he boasted proudly, surveying the plates across the table, “yet all I can think about is how I want to bend you over this table and fuck you ‘til you scream.”
His words made her giggle and sent a thrill down her spine, coming to rest in a pool of heat between her legs. She loved how Damien made her feel beautiful, made her feel sexy … made her feel uninhibited and unashamed to give in to the powerful physical desires he stirred up within her. “Then why don’t you?” She gently pushed him back in his chair as she stood up, making sure that she didn’t break his gaze. She tugged the hem of the baggy t-shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, observing how his pupils dilated when her breasts swung free and she stood in front of him in only her panties.
Damien pushed his chair back from the table and leaned farther back, his eyes raking her body up and down. “Take ‘em off.” He commanded, eying the tiny lace thong she donned and squirming in his seat, lifting one hand to his groin to adjust himself. Camille’s eyes dropped to the bulge in his boxers, his arousal straining against the fabric as she felt the moisture accumulating on her thin lace covering. She did as he obliged, leaning over at a tormentingly slow speed and pulling them down her legs and past her ankles, grasping them in one fist as she rose to stand up straight before nonchalantly tossing them on his lap.
She thought her action would make him smile or even laugh, but instead his face remained stoic and focused on her as he picked them up and pressed them to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hand again palming his throbbing length in his underwear. “Goddamn, Camille, your pussy smells delicious. So sweet and tempting.” Fuck. Camille felt her core pulsing already, completely electrified by his naughty attention on her. “Come here.” he commanded, his voice both authoritative and gentle at the same time as he rose from the chair. He pulled his boxers down just enough to allow his cock to spring free, ready and eager for her as she situated herself in front of him. He reached his arms around her naked form and grasped her hands, placing them both palm down on the table in front of her. The angle caused her ass to press again him, his dick positioned between her cheeks as he rubbed it up and down. One hand dropped between her thighs, circling her clit, while the other stroked his cock along her wet folds. She rocked against his hand to gain more friction on her sensitive spot, her walls aching to be filled. “Please, D …” she begged him, her voice quivering as she sought her release.
“Please what?” Damien demanded, slowing his hand to taunt her some more. He knew very well what she wanted, and how she wanted it … but the thought of those dirty pleas spilling from her pretty little mouth made the anticipation so worth it.
“Fuck me, D. Please.” Camille whined, writhed back against him.
“That’s my girl.” Damien growled as he slammed into her. Camille jolted forward at the impact, her body already so wound up from his teasing that she knew she was about to explode around him. She could feel the wave cresting over her as he pounded her against that table, his finger kneading into the curvy flesh of her hips for leverage. “That’s right, Baby. Come for me.” He groaned as he felt her walls begin squeezing his shaft.
“Oh my god!” Camille blurted out as her body gave in to her climax and she bucked back against him. Six. And then as she felt her body coming down from the peak, Damien’s hand dropped again to press against her nub and sent her barreling over that edge again. “Ah fuck Damien!!” She screamed, this time unable to censor her vocal exclamations. Seven.
“I love it when you scream my name.” Damien groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. “I wanna hear it again. I want you to remember that I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
Damien’s possessive promise resonated down Camille’s limbs and spine, swirling in her center as he bent her over and pounded her aggressively. Her body was so deliciously sore yet enflamed, her arousal building again as she heard Damien’s telling groans behind her. She felt herself losing her balance on that peak of ecstasy, when- “Cami!” Damien shouted, pulling out of her to release his warm liquid climax across her lower back and ass- she finally fell over with another grunt of his name. Eight.
The two curled over the table catching their breath, Damien’s chest pressed against Cami’s back as they rested. Eventually as Damien stood up and noticed the sticky mess smeared across his abdomen and Camille’s backside, he started to chuckle. “Well, I guess Lazy Sunday is about to include a coed shower.”
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The shower was a nice change from the naughty activities of the morning. Although shower sex was something both Damien and Camille usually enjoyed, this time it was pleasant to use the time just for the sole purpose of bathing. Damien gently soaped Camille up, cleansing away the sweat and stickiness that had accumulated from their frisky morning romps. Cami washed Damien’s hair, allowing him to rest his weary head on her shoulder as she massaged her fingertips over his scalp. It was a surprisingly intimate experience, a true chance to connect physically in a way outside of the sexual realm. Both of them exited the shower feeling clean and content … and perhaps even closer.
The afternoon truly met the expectations of Lazy Sunday, the two spending most of the day lounging on the couch and watching reruns on TV. Camille made fun of Damien when he requested they pause on an episode of ‘MASH’ while channel surfing, finally admitting that it was a childhood favorite that may have led him down the path to a career in Interpol. Cami absorbed this new tidbit of information about him with a smile, her heart swelling at this private glimpse into the mind of Damien Nazario. Even after being friends for four years, it was obvious now how little he allowed himself to open up. And the fact that he was letting her in made her even more optimistic about their future together.
After two episodes of ‘MASH’, three of ‘Friends,’ a mid-afternoon snack of popcorn and apples (Hey! It’s all Camille had in stock and they weren’t about to leave the apartment!), followed by an inadvertent nap for both the clock already read 5:43pm. “Ugh …” Cami groaned as she noticed the clock on the DVD player glaring at her. Damien lifted his head drowsily from her stomach where he had nodded off to look up at her curiously. “We need to get ready for dinner with the gang.”
Damien sighed as he raised himself up on his knees, allowing Camille to slide off the couch. “I guess we can only hide out in this bubble for so long, huh? And we’ve got work in the morning …”
“Yeah I probably should get some sleep tonight if I want to keep my job.” Camille mumbled with remorse.
“Yeah, me too …” Damien responded, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. “So I guess I’ll go back to my place tonight.”
“Yeah, it’s probably best.” Camille agreed, despite the empty hole forming in her heart. She shook her head and cleared her throat. “So I’m gonna go get ready … we can leave at 6:30?”
Damien nodded. “Sounds good.” He plopped back down on the couch as he watched her walk towards her bathroom, resigning himself to distract himself with more reruns until he himself had to get dressed.
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“Well lookie here!” Nadia teased as she noticed Damien and Camille sitting at the table, waiting for their always-late friend/cousin to arrive. She sat down in the empty seat beside Damien, beaming as she glanced between him and Camille a few times. “Yep, you guys have the new couple sex glow! So tell me, did you even leave the apartment this weekend?”
Camille blushed, but after noticing Damien’s own reddened cheeks and stunned silence she quickly interjected with a defense. “Very funny Cuz … as a matter of fact we went to the park and the farmer’s market and then dinner yesterday.” Camille quipped playfully, sticking her tongue out to taunt her cousin.
“Uh huh …” Nadia chuckled, raising her brows suspiciously. “And today?”
Damien squirmed in his seat, obviously uncomfortable by the detailed questions of their sex lives Nadia was probing them with. Camille placed a hand on his forearm reassuringly before responding to Nadia’s inquiry. “Today we stayed in and had a lazy day.” Cami straightened, looking her cousin dead-on with a look that said ‘drop it or else …’. “So enough about us. Nadia, what did you do this weekend?”
Nadia grinned and took the hint, then tapped her chin as she pondered her weekend adventures. “Well let’s see … Friday I went to a gallery opening with some friends, yesterday I went into the studio to work on a piece … Oh, but you’ll never believe who called me!! Emma, all the way from Cordonia! She said she tried you too but didn’t answer. I’m sure you were …” Nadia’s eyes flitted between Camille and Damien, a knowing smile on her lips, “… busy. But apparently she and Drake just got back from their honeymoon. It sounded dreamy …” Nadia continued to rattle on about her conversation with their old friend, then proceeded to describe the new piece of artwork she was preparing. Gradually the tension dissolved around the table and the trio enjoyed their conversation and meal as they continued to catch up on the occurrences of the past week.
After dinner and saying goodnight to Nadia (but not first without her giving a sneaky wink to her cousin!), Damien insisted on making sure Camille made it home safely to her apartment. Camille didn’t argue that she was perfectly capable of making it home herself, happy for the additional time with him before the evening was over and they had to go their separate ways. At some point after they exited the subway at Camille’s stop, she looked down to realize that Damien had taken his hand in hers protectively. Such a small gesture, yet it filled her with such a sense of contentment and security. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so completely and utterly happy.
As they approached the entry to Camille’s apartment building, Damien tugged her into a darkened corner beside the building and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her against him tightly, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.
When they finally separated, Camille opened her mouth to speak but he lifted a finger to her lips to stop her. “No, please let me speak before I lose my nerve Cami.” She met his dark stare, full of a vulnerability she had only seen in him a handful of times, and nodded in assent. “Camille, I know we agreed to stay apart tonight, but to be honest I don’t want to. Sex or no sex, I just love falling asleep with you in my arms and waking up to you in the mor-“
Camille interrupted his confession with her lips upon his, her kiss telling him in no uncertain terms that she felt the exact same way. She didn’t want him to leave, no more than he wanted to go. “I don’t want you to go, D. Not at all.” She pressed a gentle peck to his smirking lips, unable to hide his happiness. “But we do have to sleep tonight! If this is going to work long-term, I cannot be losing my job for falling asleep at my desk!”
“Deal, Park.” Damien beamed down at her, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Shall we?” He offered his hand again, which she took gladly, to escort her upstairs to her apartment.
They had good intentions for an early bedtime, they really did. But …
Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
END
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Author’s Note (continued): Sexual stamina of this degree is not the norm. Readers beware and use extreme caution if attempting at home.