"I sure like being with you," Damon breathes, pulling her into his arms for an ardent kiss. Just being near her makes his heart thrum a strong cadence inside of his chest.

"Where else would I be?"

"Do you want to take a walk?"

"I'd love to," she agrees, taking his hand when he offers it. The two walk alongside the stream, pausing every now and then so Damon can skip a stone across the water. As they walk along, she squeals, pointing at a cluster of bullrushes. "I love cattails."

"I love you," Damon tells her, stealing another quick kiss from her lips. Challenging him, she breaks into a run, widening the distance between them. Laughing, Damon takes off like a rocket, overtaking her in mere moments. Collapsing onto the sandy bank, he breaks out in raucous laughter when she plops down on his middle. With a devilish glint in her eyes, she starts to tickle him unmercifully. Laughing so hard that his belly hurts, he tries to get her to stop but she's too cunning. His beautiful girlfriend, her hair draped over her eyes like a curtain, moves her fingers to his ribs and then to his groin, knowing how ticklish he is there. Very quickly, Damon turns the tables when he lifts her skirt and slides his hands under the elastic of her panties. Her eyes immediately darken and brim with lust. Wasting no time, she unzips his jeans and starts to stroke him through the cotton of his boxer shorts. Grunting with pleasure, he rocks his hips in time with her strokes. Wanting nothing more than to be inside of her, he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. Pulling her panties aside, she slowly lowers herself onto his rigid length, both of them groaning aloud at the exquisite feeling of being joined together. "Holy hell," Damon hisses as she takes in every delicious inch of him. Once he's fully seated inside of her, he anchors his hands on her hips to slow her down long enough for him to get some semblance of control over his body. She's hot and tight and oh so wet. With his girth stretching her inner walls, she feels a pinch of pain since it's been awhile. Pain soon morphs into unbelievable pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt before.

Placing her hands on his perfectly chiseled chest to anchor herself, she starts to move. Using his hands, Damon helps guide her strokes. Wanting to savor every moment, she rides him slowly and wantonly, her eyes never leaving his as she swirls and rolls and pulls him in impossibly deeper. Damon's hands tighten his leverage on her hips, raising his to meet hers. "You feel like heaven," he moans, unable to hold his eyes open, his heart slamming against his ribcage at the intensity of it all. The pounding is so forceful that it literally takes his breath away. Feeling the coil in his belly begin to tighten, a delicious moan escapes his lips when she starts to ride him faster and stronger as she tries to chase down her own release. Not wanting to come before her, Damon starts to stroke her clit, feeling a certain sense of smugness when her bosom starts to heave and her breaths come in ragged spurts.

"Please, Damon," she whimpers, throwing back her head. With her mouth hanging open, he feels her body start to convulse, her walls tightening around him as she lets herself fall prey to the rapture. He's never seen anything more beautiful in his life than watching as her release washes over her. As her body continues to quake and quiver, he's acutely aware of every sensation. The feeling of her inner walls fluttering around him is intense. Needing his own release, Damon pushes even harder to reach his end too. By now the coil is impossibly tighter as the tendrils of pleasure intensify and radiate outward from his belly and into his groin. When he reaches his own Nirvana, it's glorious and earth shattering and so he clings to her, holding her body flush against his, vowing he'll never let her go.

Once she rolls off of him, she stands up and straightens out her skirt. Raising his hips, Damon pulls up his jeans then drags himself off the ground to stand beside her. Offering her his hand, she smiles and latches on, walking alongside him for a little while. Smiling she tells him to close his eyes. When he does, she presses her lips to his ear, telling him to close his eyes and count to ten. After stealing one more kiss from his lips, she pulls back. As soon as he counts to ten, he opens his eyes, his face falling when he sees that she's gone. Panicked, he looks in every direction but can't find her.

When he feels hands grapple his arms and start to drag him away, he sees only white walls, his pants hanging below his below the curve of his ass, exposing his buttocks.

"What are you doing to me?" Damon screams, panic exploding in his belly. They finally let go when they drop him onto a bed and walk out, locking the door behind them. Damon jumps up, pulls his pants up and starts screaming because he doesn't know what's happening to him. Fisting his hands in his hair, he starts to spin around, his fear ratcheting up when he sees the barred windows.

"What's happening?" he yells. Ramming against the door with his shoulder, he tries to break out but to little avail. With his shoulder now aching and not knowing what's going on, he sinks to the floor. When he hears the door start to creak, he jumps up. The two men in white are back, followed by a woman also wearing a white coat.

"Why am I here, what's going on?" he yells, clutching at his hair again.

"Damon, calm down. You were exposing yourself again. We can't let you do that."

"What? No, I wouldn't do that. There's nothing wrong with me."

"Damon, it's not your fault. It's because of your injury."

"I don't understand. Where is she, where did she go? I was with her, you know the girl with the long brown hair?"

"Damon, other than your mother, there's never been any girl here to see you. Your uncle was here yesterday."

"No, you're lying. She was here, I was with her."

"Damon, you're hallucinating again. You dropped your jeans when you were outside."

"You're lying," Damon screams again, not believing the woman for even a moment. When the two men move in closer, he starts kicking and yelling, struggling as hard as he can as he attempts to fend them off. But they're too strong for him. As soon as one corner of his pants are pulled down, he feels a pinch and moments later, he succumbs to the darkness.

Thank you all for taking a look at my other new story. I will caution you that NO more of this will post until 'St. Helens' is completed. I just wanted to give you all a little tease.

HUGE thanks to Eva for everything. She's invaluable truly. I love you sister for the late nights, pulling to ground me when I'm upset. You are an amazing person.

Thanks to Kate for the lovely cover image. Love you, my friend

I have posted the first two chapters of 'St. Helens'. I do hope you'll give it a look. It's set around the devastating eruption of Mt. St. Helens several years ago. That day happened to coincide with my mother's birthday.

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