Author’s Note: A little sumthin sumthin just in time for July 4th with our favorite dirty boy Damien Nazario. 🔥🔥 This incorporates @enmchoices ‘s smut request for #20 “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.” Combine the request and the holiday and this is where my mind went! I hope you like it, thank you for reading and Happy Birthday America! 😘🇺🇸❤
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“Beer, check. Wine, check. Cheese and crackers, check …” Damien went through his mental checklist as he packed up the soft-sided cooler. Today was the Fourth of July, and although it was the fourth time he had celebrated this holiday with Camille it was the first one they would share as a couple. They were planning to meet Nadia, Sloane and Hayden at his favorite rooftop lookout for their own private firework-watching picnic party overlooking the East River. They were scheduled to meet them in about forty-five minutes, but he had yet to see his girlfriend as she had been getting ready for the past hour. “Cami!!! Are you almost ready?!” He called back to her bedroom. “We’re going to be late!”
“Just a minute D, I’ll be right there!” She replied in a song-song voice.
Ten minutes later, Damien had resorted himself to waiting on the couch with a pre-party beer. He knew better than to press Cami when she was getting ready. The more he chided her, the more irritated she got, which led to bickering and then eventually being even later than they would have been in the first place. So he kept his mouth shut, except for the occasional long draw of amber liquid from the bottle in his hand. He flipped aimlessly through the TV channels, eventually settling on ESPN highlights.
A few moments had passed when he heard a rustling and then footsteps coming from the direction of Camille’s room. “Finally …” he muttered under his breath as he stood up. “Are you ready to gooooo…” his voice dropped off as she turned around the corner, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
“Sorry Babe, I was trying to figure out what I could wear that was patriotic …” she mumbled as she glanced down at her dress and smoothed the skirt delicately with the palms of her hands. “So I settled on accessorizing.” She looked up at him nervously, waiting for his reaction.
Damien let out a low whistle as he scanned her up and down. “God bless America.” he replied with an approving smirk. She wore a simple chambray sundress that reached mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline and little straps that looped in tiny bows on her shoulders. Her petite frame gained several inches with the ankle wrap espradille wedges she donned on her feet, resulting in her lean legs looking toned and delicious. Her long, wavy blonde hair was swept up in a messy bun, loose tendrils framing her high cheekbones and deep blue eyes. To top it off, she had patriotically accessorized with a red white and blue star-spangled scarf wrapped around her tiny waist as a silky belt. Damien swallowed hard as he finished studying her, suddenly feeling very warm despite being inside the air-conditioned apartment.
“So … I take it you like it?” Camille teased playfully as she sashayed over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she looked up at him. Her eyes sparkled as she observed the growing desire resonating in his gaze.
“Uh yeah …” he replied as he gripped her hips firmly and pulled her flush against him. “I definitely like it. I just want to eat you up.” He growled in her ear when he leaned down and started nibbling down her neck.
“D …” Camille started in a sing-song voice, trying to keep her composure while he pulled the straps of her dress down and licked the bare flesh of her shoulder. “Mmm … D, we’re gonna be late.”
“Nmmph …” Damien didn’t seem to share her concern any longer, venturing farther down and trailing across her chest where her breasts spilled over the top of her dress. He grinded his hips into hers, his arousal pressing hard against her thigh.
Cami sighed at his touch, hanging her head back and closing her eyes, lacing her fingers in his thick locks. “Damnit Damien, first your getting mad at me for making us late …” she inhaled sharply when Damien grasped her nipple with his teeth through the fabric of her dress. “And now I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”
Damien disengaged from his exploration and stood up straight, lustfully staring into her eyes. “Do you want me to stop, Baby?” He grasped her hand and pressed her palm against his engorged length in his pants. “Do you really want me to keep this in my pants?”
Camille’s breath hitched and she felt the desire pooling in her abdomen. She rubbed her hand gently across the front of his pants, eliciting a moan from him and the beginning of a tingly sensation in her own damp panties. “Well no … “ she continued rubbing him. “But I don’t want to miss the fireworks either.” Her eyelids were getting heavier as she felt her carnal craving growing stronger.
The cocky grin on Damien’s face immediately signaled she was in for an adventure tonight. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and started clicking out a text.
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.
“Hmmph … just telling our friends we have to stop by the liquor store and we’ll be a little late.” He pressed send and looked back up at her mischievously after tossing his phone on the couch. “Now …” he stepped forward and scooped her up by her thighs, tossing her like potato sack over his shoulder and smacking her ass playfully. She shrieked in surprise at his sudden attack. “You said you want fireworks, I’ll show you fireworks!” He growled like wild animal and nipped at her ass as he carried her, wiggling and giggling, toward the bedroom.
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