Five months later, Damian was bigger and handsome as ever. His eyes, which initially had looked brown, were now a light brown with specks of green in them. It wasn't too noticeable unless you looked him directly in the eye. His hair was like Clara's, straight without a curve and it looked more like John's had been when he was younger. Overall, he was quite a handsome boy. Clara's body was now in shape and it looked tighter than before. She was wearing a short pink sleeveless dress with sandals, Damian resting on her lap as she waited for John to come home with diapers and some other necessities Damian needed.
John unlocked the front door, a smile on his lips as he came bounding through the door with about three bags. He always over did it when it came to getting Damian what he needed. He dropped the bags on the floor and walked towards Clara, a grin on his lips, "I may have gone a bit over board," he laughed and pointed to the bags.
He kneeled down in front of Clara and Damian and ran his fingers through the mop of hair on his sons head, "Hello little man," he smiled and touched his cheek, standing up to kiss Clara on the mouth, his hand holding her chin.
"Donna will be over soon, wants to see the little man at last. Have you posted any photos on Instagram or Twitter?"
She licked her lips after he kissed her and she shook her head in the negative. "I haven't. I want Donna to see him first and then the public can now. I already sent dad a few pics. Dad wants us to go over when Damian can go with us without making a fuss." She said softly and when Alan came running down stairs, Damian started jumping in her lap and talking nonsense to the dog. She started laughing.
"They've been like this all evening. Alan would run upstairs and come down later and Damian does exactly this."
John laughed and picked up Alan, holding the dog close to Damian's face as his hand reached out and stroked the top of Alan's head, "They're brothers, they should be bonding." He laughed and gently placed Alan down on the floor. Instead he stayed at Damian's feet, whining.
John sat down next to Clara and wrapped his arm around her, his hand touching the side of Clara's face, "I missed you," he whispered and kissed her cheek. John watched his girlfriend until Damian clapped his hands together, looked up at Clara with a toothless grin and yelled "Muma!"
"I missed you too, babe." She replied smiling at him. When Damian said that she completely froze and looked down at her son, her heart swelling with love. "Oh my god, yes, yes, I-I'm mummy, yeah." She smiled down at him, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at John.
John laughed happily, his heart hammering against his chest, "Oh my god, yeah mate, that's your mummy..." he said quietly, his fingers running through Damian's hair.
"Can you say dada?" He asked their son, a hopeful look in his eyes. Damian pouted up at John and held out his arms for him and shouted, "D-Dada!"
"Yes, he is!" She picked him up and sat him on his father's lap when the doorbell rang. "Now you are with dada. Be good my boys, I'll go get the door."
She moved the bags of stuff John had bought aside against the wall and opened the door, greeting Donna with a big smile. "Hello! Down to see your nephew at last!"
John grinned and held Damian in his lap, holding his tiny hands in his big ones, getting him to wave as his aunty walked through the door, "Afternoon, lovely sister!"
He yelled and waved to Donna. Donna hugged Clara and ran straight to John, picking Damian up from his lap and yelling, "Hello, little man!"
Clara chuckled and shook her head as she went to sit beside John to watch Donna with Damian. She wasn't like other mothers, who didn't want their sons to be picked up like that. She knew that Donna must have handled a few babies already. Clara turned to John, a grin on her face.
"What if Damian had been ginger, can you imagine?"
John snorted, "No way will my son be ginger," he looked up at Clara and pouted as soon as Donna smacked him full pelt on the arm and shouted, "Oi, watch it, pounce!" She yelled, covering Damian's ears.
John laughed and rolled his eyes, holding his arm as he adjusted his glasses, "Alright, alright," he muttered and then an idea popped into his head, "Donna, would you mind watching Damian for a few hours?" He asked his sister, avoiding Clara's eyes.
Clara raised an eyebrow at John and crossed her arms over her chest, then looked at Donna. Since they had Damian, their time together had been rather limited with work and such, but still, to spring this question at Donna after she had arrived. "What are you thinking, John Smith?" Clara used her teacher voice on John, hoping he'd give a straight answer.
John cleared his throat loudly, his blue eyes meeting Clara's. Donna snorted and started to walk around the room, bouncing Damian on her hip, "Oh Miss Oswald, I know exactly what he's thinking," she said, a smirk on her face. John rolled his eyes and glared at the back of Donna's head, not meeting Clara's eye. They hadn't spent time together, just them for at least four months now, all their time had been spent on Damian.
Clara blushed and looked at John, a mischievous smirk on her face. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "If it's to fuck, I'm in." She caressed his thigh lightly and kissed his cheek before she stood up.
"Well, uh, Donna, would you mind watching Damian, then?" She asked in a hopeful tone.
"Please?"
John smirked and growled in response to Clara's voice in his ear and looked her up and down, his blue eyes darkening. He stood up and took Clara's hand, his fingers interlocking with hers as he shot Donna a hopeful look, "Please," he pouted and before Donna could answer, John was dragging Clara up the spiral staircase and into their bedroom.
Donna laughed and yelled after them, "Don't be too loud!"
Clara laughed as she ran up the staircase with John and shouted down at Donna. "Go to the garden then and take Alan with you!" Once they were inside their bedroom, she closed the door and absolutely started attacking John's neck which was what she was able to reach at the moment.
John laughed and smirked down at Clara, his arms wrapping around her as he lifted Clara onto his waist, using his hands to pull her legs around him, "What do you want?" He breathed, closing his eyes as he felt Clara's kisses down the length of his neck.
"You." She breathed against his neck as her fingers threaded through his hair, her legs tightening around his waist. It was as if a switch had been turned on and all she wanted was him to have his wicked way with her.
John smirked, his blue eyes darkening with desire and lust for Clara. He dropped Clara onto their bed and climbed over her, his legs hanging off the edge as he pulled Clara's shirt off and kissed his way up her body, not bothering to go slowly. He growled under his breath at the sight of Clara's body as he unclipped her bra and threw it across the room, hearing it hit the door with a thump. John's hands reached underneath Clara's back, arching it on purpose as he left hickeys all over her stomach, breasts and collarbones.
"So perfect."
She moaned loudly. She had missed this. She had missed his hickeys the most though. "Mmm, whatever you say, darling." She arched her back on her own accord. Now that she was a quite recent mother, her breasts were even more sensitive. And her arousal was near boiling levels now. She had been waiting a long time for this.
John's mouth covered Clara's nipple, his eyes closing. "Oh, fuck, yes, yes." She moaned when he sucked on her nipple. Maybe the wait hade made her more vocal, she didn't know for sure but she knew that he liked it by the way he looked at her.
He groaned against her and moved his mouth away, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached her waistline. He looked up at Clara, his blue eyes lit with desire. John disappeared in between Clara's legs, spreading them as he tugged down her skirt and then her underwear, his head disappearing as he sent delicate kisses down her inner thigh, taking his time. As he kissed down her inner thigh, she could feel herself getting wetter already. She spread her legs wider, her hands cupping her breasts as she looked down at him.
John smirked up at Clara, his blue eyes watching her, "I've missed how you taste," he grumbled, his tongue flicking over her clit. He growled and pulled her to him, each of his hands wrapping around her legs to hold her in place as he dived down where she wanted him most and dragged his wet tongue along her cunt, closing his eyes as he remembered her sweet taste.
She moaned loudly, her hands pinching her nipples, her cheeks red. "And I've missed how good it feels to have your tongue on my pussy." She smirked down at him but her eyes closed again when he started devouring her. She undulated her hips against his face, her breathing heavy.
John growled and shook his head, "I can't wait," he muttered and sat up, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. He looked down and unbuckled his belt, throwing them on the floor as he stared down at Clara, his eyes devouring her body as his cock strained against his boxers.
She sat up and started kissing his chest and then his stomach, her hands on his hip. "Better get out of these jeans." She said as she started tugging them down, already seeing how his cock was straining against his boxers.
She kissed him softly through his boxers and looked up at him, eyes full of desire. "I'm going to ride you so hard. Get in bed."
John groaned quietly as she kissed him, his head dropping backwards. He smirked and flipped them over, pulling Clara on top of him as he kissed in between her breasts and left hickeys all up her neck, his fingers hooking in his underwear as he pulled them down and chucked them away. He adjusted himself and grabbed hold of Clara's hips, slowly and carefully lowering her onto him. She held his cock to align it with herself and slowly sank on top of him. She bit her lip as she did so and hummed a little. It felt weird to have him inside her again. Once she was all the way down on him, her legs on each side of him, she leaned forward, dragging her nails down his chest and kissed him hard as she started to move slowly.
John winced at the stinging sensation on his chest and smirked up at his girlfriend, his hands on her hips as he slowly moved Clara on top of him, fingers digging into her skin and leaving red marks as he leaned up and kissed her hard, biting down on her bottom lip to part her lips, his tongue exploring her mouth. She hissed slightly as he bit her lips but opened her mouth to him anyway. She loved when he did that. Her fingers held onto his face as she rocked against him, feeling the nails of his fingers biting into her skin. He would leave marks, as he always did.
John growled a little louder with each thrust and breathed into Clara's mouth, "Mine…" He snarled into her mouth, his blue eyes darkening. John lifted her all the way off of him and back down, incredibly slowly as he breathed out, keeping eye contact with Clara.
She gasped loudly when he lowered her into him, her mouth open in a wide 'o' her eyes wide as she looked down at him. Her mouth suddenly turned into a cheeky smirk.
"I'm yours and you're mine, correct?" She asked softly as she squeezed her walls around him and slowly rocked against his body.
John growled and let out a sigh, his head falling back onto the pillow as she rocked against him. He roamed his hands all over Clara until he was cupping her breasts with his hands and flicking his thumb over her nipple. He groaned loudly and leaned forward to kiss her, "All yours, my Clara."
She kissed him hard, speeding up on top of him. She leaned over him, his head touching the bed and she undulated her hips slowly, up and down, and moved his hands from her breasts to her ass as she focused all her attention on the kiss, her tongue playing with his. John groaned loudly, his fingers digging into her ass as he pushed his hips up in time with hers. He growled into her mouth, his eyes closed as he kissed her, his tongue fighting Clara's for dominance.
She broke the kiss when it became apparent that she needed air. The way he was fucking her right now was perfect, his cock was hitting her g-spot perfectly and she moaned beside his ear, arching her back.
"Yes, daddy, right there, fuck yes." She gripped the bedsheets beside his head and bit her lip.
John watched her, a growl forming in his throat as he thrusted his hips in time with hers, pushing himself deeper inside of Clara, "Good girl," he muttered, his hand grabbing her chin as he forced her to look down at him, a smirk on his lips.
She looked down at him, her eyes open wide, dark with desire. She liked it when he got this dominant. He was almost scary but she didn't feel scared because she knew he wouldn't hurt her.
John flipped them over, growled into Clara's ear and started to move his hips again, his hand moving to her throat as his fingers wrapped around her, his face inches from hers as his other hand pulled Clara's legs around his waist, "You want this, my Clara?" He asked her, his fingers squeezing her throat gently as he pulled all the way out of her and pushed inside of her again immediately afterwards, repeating the same action.
Clara's thighs trembled when he pulled out and when he pushed in again. She let out a long drawn out 'oooh' and bit her lip as she involuntarily squeezed her walls around his cock. Something about him choking her, even just a little bit, turned her on more than words could describe. If he kept doing that, she would be cumming in no time.
John smirked and kept up his pace, his fingers around Clara's throat squeezing until he heard her gag. He grinned and let out a series of groans, starting to hit her g spot with every thrust. He growled under his breath, "Be a good girl and cum for daddy."
After a few more thrusts, her thighs trembled a little bit, her back arched and she came. She made a sound, but as she was being choked still, it sounded more like a faint gasp. She breathed heavily looking up at John and tapping his arm so he could stop choking her. John released Clara and groaned loudly into her mouth, his breathing heavy and unsteady as he came inside of her, his hands pushing Clara's hair from her face as he leaned down to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly, pressing him down on top of her. She loved to feel his weight on top of her. She broke the kiss softly and just looked at him. "Thanks for making me cum, sir."
John growled under his breath, smoothing back Clara's hair with his hands, "No problem, love..." He muttered and kissed her forehead. John slowly pulled out of Clara, letting out a groan as he lay on his back, breathing heavily.
She curled up next to him, resting her chin on his chest as she looked at him. She noticed a bead of sweat on his temple and wiped it away. "I think it'll be better if we compose ourselves and take a shower as well. I don't think Donna would mind." She leaned a bit over and kissed his lips softly.
"I love kissing you, really." She kissed him again a few more times, it was more of a peck, if she was honest, just quick kisses.
John kissed Clara back, his breathing calming down as he composed himself. His hand touched her cheek as he gave you a few more kisses, speaking in between them, "I missed kissing you properly," he muttered, his hand roaming over her body, "I missed touching you," he pressed a kiss to her neck and sat up, reaching his hand out for her.
"Shower we go."