by Ravenna Tate
He stayed inside her, moving in and out slowly as he whispered endearments in Spanish, until her contractions subsided. Then he withdrew gently and turned her around, pulling her into his arms to hold her and stroke her damp hair and back.
There were no words. They weren’t necessary. She knew how much they’d both enjoyed that. It was evident in his touch and in the way he softly kissed her hair every few seconds. Sela knew without asking why that her life had just changed forever.
Chapter Six
Damien helped Sela pick up her clothes and shoes, and led her upstairs to his bedroom suite. While she was in the bathroom, he sprinted back downstairs and grabbed some water, a bottle of wine, two glasses and snacks. When he returned to his bedroom, she was lying on his bed with her arms behind her head. The urge to simply fuck her again was almost stronger than his own essential needs.
He eyed her lazily for a few seconds, debating. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Where would I go?”
He grinned, shaking his head. He hadn’t had sex like this since he was twenty. Hell, he’d never had sex like this. She was unlike any woman he’d ever been with, just as he’d known she would be.
After he took care of business, he crawled onto the bed next to her and pulled her into arms. He could hold her all night and it still wouldn’t be enough. Damien drank in her scent, all funky and warm now, wishing they were lovers and she lived here with him. He’d never get any work done, but would that matter? Not to be with a woman like Sela.
The fact that he was thinking this way after one evening should freak him out, but it didn’t. She wasn’t the kind of woman he’d make love to for a while and then ease away from before things got serious. He wasn’t that man anymore, and even if he had been, Sela would have changed him overnight.
Something had happened to him two days ago when he’d spotted her again, walking through that unfinished unit. She was a beautiful woman and he certainly had an eye for them, but this was different. Her eyes had pierced his soul, and he’d known somewhere deep inside that he had to have her. He had to possess all of Sela Chavez.
Damien released the embrace and leaned across her to lift the plate of strawberries off the nightstand. “How long has it been since you’ve had these?”
She sat up, her eyes wide. “Oh my goodness. I have no idea.”
He held one up, and she opened her mouth. Damien placed it on her tongue, and she took it inside, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she chewed. Madre de Dios. Even the way she ate was seductive. “I have missed the taste of berries.”
“I’ve missed a lot of things.” He popped one into his mouth. “Starting with the taste of fresh fruit, plucked off a tree or a bush, not procured from the hothouses.”
She pushed pillows against the headboard and settled back against them, hugging her knees. “What else do you miss?”
He sat next to her and balanced the plate on his thighs so they could keep eating. “Well, let’s see … the sound of the ocean, real stars at night, the smell of rain, and watching birds fly, for starters.”
Her gaze turned sad, and he almost wished he hadn’t said anything. “I miss the oddest things. Like echoes. They aren’t the same here.”
He nodded. “There’s a perfectly logical explanation for that, but it involves math and physics, and there’s not much blood in my brain right now, so I’m afraid it will have to wait.”
“Gee, I wonder why there’s no blood in your brain?” They both laughed, and her smile faded again. “I also miss the moon. Why can’t they put a fake one in the sky? We have fake stars. Or does that explanation also involve math and physics?”
He smiled slightly and shook his head. “No, that one is actually pretty lame. It’s the same reason no one bothered to figure out how to alter the fake sun’s position. We still use the same calendar, but the seasons don’t change. The position of the sunlight and the fake stars never change, so no one felt it was necessary to bother with a fake moon.”
“Well I miss it. I also miss blowing dandelion seeds in the wind, and the sound of the wind itself, echoing through the canyons at night. I even miss the plaintive howl of coyotes.”
Damien nodded. “I miss all the animals. I mean the pets. I know we have animals, but only the ones we eat. I miss having pets.”
She shifted her body to face him. “Do you think if you and your friends succeed one day and shut down The Madeline Project that we’ll find any dogs or cats still alive up there?”
“I wish I knew. It’s been nearly seven years now,” he said gently. “Where would they have hidden all this time?”
“I don’t know. Caves, maybe?”
“They’d still have to find food and water.”
She hugged her knees tighter. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Damien reached across to the nightstand again and brought the bottle of wine close to his chest so he could open it. Sela handed him one glass at a time, and he poured the dark red liquid into them, then she placed the bottle back on the nightstand for him. “What a lovely idea, Damien. Thank you.” She lifted her glass. “What shall we drink to?”
He gazed into her beautiful dark eyes, wishing he’d pursued her six years ago. What a smug asshole he’d been. “To new beginnings, and endless possibilities.”
The warmth on her face made his dick hard again, but then, he suspected it wouldn’t take much for the rest of his life for that to happen. All he’d have to do was think her name.
“I like that.” She clinked her glass against his gently. “To new beginnings and endless possibilities.”
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They finished most of the strawberries and a glass of wine each while Damien asked her questions about the studio. She talked about furniture and what she planned to put on the one unmirrored wall, and then Damien placed everything on the nightstand and pulled Sela into his arms again. She forgot all about her earlier sadness over the state of their planet above ground as his mouth found hers.
They fell back onto the comforter wrapped in each other’s arms, their tongues exploring and their hands all over each other. Sela ached to have Damien fill her again, but then she remembered the incredible way he’d made her come with his mouth. She wanted to return the favor.
Pushing him onto his back, she climbed on top and straddled his chest, wrapping her hands around his dick. It pulsed in her hands, thick, red, and ready. She smiled down into his face. “Fair is fair, Damien.”
His eyes widened. “Is that a fact? You mean I don’t even have to beg for a blowjob?”
She laughed. “Not even a tiny bit, but what will I get when I’m done?”
His gaze turned molten and dark. “What do you want, niña?”
She shivered. “Oh, what a loaded question.”
He reached up and caressed her right breast. “Anything you want is yours. Just name it.”
“I’ll have to give that some thought.” Sela slid down Damien’s muscled legs and spread them apart, but then he grasped her hair. Not hard enough to hurt her, but she knew he meant business.
“One request.”
“What is it?”
He moved to the edge of the bed and pointed toward the floor. “On your knees.”
It didn’t matter either way to her, but there was something quite decadent about kneeling in front of a man to suck his dick. She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees. At least the bedroom was carpeted. It would have been painful kneeling on the stone downstairs the way he had done for her.
Damien groaned softly and held her head with both hands as she licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock, and back again. She tortured him as he’d done to her, enjoying the way his soft groans grew louder, and the grip on her head increased.
Sela took several inches at a time into her mouth and sucked, alternating that with moving her lips up and down his shaft, increasing the length she took inside each time. He squirmed on the bed for several minutes, and then he pulled his cock away f
rom her. “I can’t take it. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ve changed my mind.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind if you do.”
The tender look he gave her melted her heart. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I want to fuck your hot pussy again. Come back up here and get on your hands and knees.”
She couldn’t have disobeyed that voice if she’d wanted to. Sela crawled onto the bed and did as he asked, then moaned softly as he caressed her ass cheeks and her soaking wet pussy. “You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
He nipped at each cheek, and she giggled. “I could eat you up, Sela.” The mattress shifted, and she watched him grab one of the strawberries they hadn’t eaten. Thinking he was going to put it into his mouth, she gasped when he rubbed it slowly over her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs, following each pass of the berry with his tongue.
The stickiness of the strawberry, coupled with his hot tongue, was surprisingly arousing. She moaned softly as he plucked another berry off the plate and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her at hip level, and rubbed the fruit over each breast, sucking and licking the juice off her. When he finally stopped, he kissed her, and he didn’t seem to mind that she was sticky. After he released the kiss, he crawled off her and asked her to get on her hands and knees again.
“Well that was new,” she said.
Damien caressed her pussy from behind. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it.”
“Then I’ll have to experiment with other things.”
Her orgasm was so close she could hardly stand it. “Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Ice, perhaps? Peanut butter? Hot sauce?”
She giggled again. “You’re very sexy, Damien. I’ve never known a man like you.”
He kissed her lower back. “And I’ve never known anyone as fun and adventurous as you, Sela. Thank you for this.”
Before she could answer him, he slid his cock into her pussy. She moaned loudly as he thrust deep and hard, and just as she thought she was going to come again, he pulled out and picked up one of the berries again.
Sela moaned softly as he rubbed it over her pussy. Her arousal shot through the roof. She’d never imagined being covered in strawberry juice would feel this incredible. She wanted him to keep going, but when he licked her from behind, she cried out in pleasure. Kink with fruit. Who’d have thought it could be this much fun?
As he continued to use his tongue to send her excitement to new heights, he reached underneath with his left hand and played with her clit. She pushed back against him, arching her back and silently begging for release, but he stopped before she came.
“Oh, please! This is crazy fun, but I’m dying here!”
He chuckled and kissed each ass cheek. “Do you think I’m not ready to explode?”
“I think you’re having way too fun much torturing me.”
He sank his dick into her pussy again, fucking her so slowly she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. At the same time, Sela enjoyed it far more than she could process. “Sadist,” she muttered.
“No shit.”
His comment made her laugh, but that soon turned to loud moans as he fucked her rougher now. He still didn’t let her come, but Sela was loving this. When he pulled out and returned to rubbing the strawberry over her ass and pussy, she sighed, closed her eyes, and simply let go. Sela wanted to experience all the sensations without analyzing them or worrying about the impending orgasm. This was way too much fun to ask him to stop.
“You’re all sticky, niña.”
“I’m sure I am.”
“Are you enjoying this?” His soft, smoky voice sent shivers down her spine.
“I am. Very much.”
He caressed the side of her breast. “I want you so hot for me that you can’t stand it.”
“I’m already there, Damien.”
He moved to her side and kissed her deeply. “You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear you say that.”
She couldn’t even answer him. All she could do was stare into those intense, dark eyes. Was he real?
He kissed her again, and Sela’s heart did more flip-flops. “Thank you for being so sexy and adventurous.” He kissed her hair. “And for being beautiful and fun.” This time, he planted a kiss on the side of her breast. “Did I thank you for being sexy?”
She bit her lip. “Yes, you did.”
He kissed her lips again. “Oh, good. I didn’t want to forget that one.” Damien moved behind her again, and this time when he slid his cock inside, he thrust hard and deep without mercy. When he reached underneath to flick her clit, he didn’t stop even after she came. Sela’s climax was insane. She cried out loudly and pushed against him, trying to take even more of him inside her.
He grunted as he fucked her rough and hard. Droplets of sweat landed on her back, but that only spurred her on even more. She had to grasp fistfuls of the comforter to keep from falling onto the bed, and still he slammed into her. She shook her head and rode the waves of sheer pleasure and desire racing through her, until finally he called out her name and shuddered.
When he finished coming, he withdrew, wincing audibly, and then he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Their bodies were damp with sweat and sticky with fruit, but Sela didn’t care. She’d never had an experience that had even come close to this. All she could do was lie there, matching her breathing to his own until they each slowed theirs. She never wanted to leave this apartment or Damien’s arms.
When she drifted off to sleep, it was with a huge smile on her face. Her life had truly changed forever.
Chapter Seven
Sela woke to the smell of coffee and fried eggs. She took another sniff, and bolted out of bed. If that wasn’t the smell of huevos rancheros, she didn’t know her own name. Her stomach rumbled as she glanced around for her clothes, finally spotting them folded on a chair, along with a brightly-colored satin robe and a note.
She picked up the note and read the same flowing script that had been on the card with the flowers.
You may keep this robe, and wear it if you wish while we eat breakfast. I hope you like strong coffee and traditional foods.
Santino had worked for Damien six years now, and Sela had heard of his reputation, even before moving underground. All the perfect things he’d said to her last night came rushing back, along with the memories of being covered in strawberry juice. And of course, the incredible fucking. The insane, over the top, amazing fucking.
Sela let out a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mere days ago, this was exactly what she’d sworn she would not let happen. How could she have been so weak? He’d seduced her, plain and simple, but now what?
She’d have a few days, weeks perhaps, before he moved onto the next woman. That’s what. Santino would call her a fool and then things would be strained between him and his boss. Why had she allowed this to happen?
She was still sticky from last night, so she used a washcloth and a fresh bar of soap she found in the bathroom to clean up. Then she put on the robe, stepping in front of the mirror over his dresser to see how it looked on her. She loved it. It was something she’d have chosen for herself. Where had he found it? How many other woman had worn it before her? It looked brand new. Did he buy one for each of them?
As she followed the cooking scents to the kitchen, Sela stopped when she heard Damien singing a song the band had played at the concert last evening. He had a nice voice. Had anyone ever told him that? He was such a sexy man. He loved the same music she did, he was a gentleman, he made love like a hero from a romance novel, he could sing, and if the smell wafting from the kitchen was any indication, he also could cook.
He glanced up and smiled as she walked toward the counter. He wore sweats and a t-shirt, and she’d never seen any man look so damn sexy. Plus, he was barefoot. She’d always had a thing for guys in bare feet. This would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so damn gorg
eous and charming.
“There you are. Good morning.” He walked over and kissed her, and it was all Sela could do not to cry. Her thoughts were so confused. “Do you like the robe?”
“It’s beautiful. Is it new?” She might as well find out now rather than later.
“Of course it’s new. You think I’d give you some other woman’s clothes to wear?”
Which means he’d bought other women clothes to wear. “No. You wouldn’t do that. Where did you get it?”
He turned around and resumed cooking. “From the surface. One of Addison’s teams procured it for me, along with other things I asked for.”
Damien placed a tortilla with fried eggs and a generous helping of salsa on each of two plates, and then he poured her a cup of coffee and slid that over to her. “I hope you’re hungry.”
She took a seat next to him. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to do it. Last night meant the world to me, Sela.”
His intense gaze was almost too much right now. Sela could barely process everything that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours. Surely last night had been a one-time thing for him. How often did he really do this? As often as Santino told her he did? Why had she let herself be taken in by him?
“I have to work today, but I have my laptop with me and had planned on doing so from home. I also want to visit the mall and see how things are progressing. I haven’t been there since running into you on Wednesday.”
She tasted the coffee to distract her thoughts from Wednesday. “Wow. That’s strong.”
“Too strong?”
“Almost, but I like it. I’ll definitely be wide awake soon.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Good, because I might want to repeat a few things we did last night.”
Her traitorous body responded, but she couldn’t repeat last night. Not yet. Maybe not ever. “I thought you said you had to work?”
“Well, I can’t work all day, can I?”
