by Linda Verji
"Oh."Despite herself, Aiko couldn't prevent her lips from parting as heat flushed through her body.
Leaning closer to her, Damián rubbed his thumb over her fleshy bottom lip. "Do you want to know what I thought of doing to you?"
Aiko shook her head vigorously. Hell, no. Something told her that whatever he was about to say would lay ruin to her composure.
He laughed. "Chicken."
Then before she could respond to that accusation, he cupped the back of her neck, dragged her to him and covered her lips with his. His nip at her lips caught her attention and forced her to part her lips, but it was his foray into her mouth that caught her breath. Ruthlessly, determinedly, he seized her senses and hauled her into the kiss.
His voracious kiss - the way he plundered her lips and tattooed his passion and need on her body - scattered her intent to remain dispassionate. Despite herself, she drew closer to him and to the kiss. With a low growl, he dragged her into his lap.
"Aah!" Her gasp of shock rent the crackling air between them when she felt his cock beneath her, trapped firmly between their bodies. Electric thrill soared through her body at the feel of him so large, so hard, so delicious beneath her.
She wanted more.
He froze, his mouth still on hers, when she subtly moved her hips. Her eyes locked on his, she did it again. The groan that rumbled through his body was almost as satisfying as the exquisite sensation racing inside her. He lowered his hands to her ass; massaged, squeezed, and urged her to do it again. So she did it again. This time the head of his cock parted her folds, rubbed against her clit.
"Ooh!" She broke the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed at the sweet ache that pricked from her pussy right into the rest of her body.
Aah! Why did this feel so good? She ground against him again, biting her lips at the wonderful sensations that rocketed through her. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this; she was supposed to be surviving it. She dragged her pussy against his length again, her folds slippery with her desire and the heat inside her building. But, ooh, it felt so good.
Maybe if she tried to end it fast, she would feel less guilty. She reached between them, her intention to end this torture, this temptation, this pleasure. She even managed to grab his slippery length and guide him towards her aching core.
"No." Damián's fingers closed over her wrist. His eyes, dark with need, held hers. "Not yet."
Before she had a chance to utter a protest, before she could even draw breath, he slanted his lips over hers in a hungry, scorching kiss. His lips stoked the fire within her, twisted it into an inferno that crackled and burned, melting her senses.
She didn't even realize that he was moving them until she found herself on the bed on her back with him half over her. But even that realization dimmed under the force of his possession. With each expert kiss, Aiko slid further into desire. Her traitorous arms stole around his neck, rubbed at his back urging him to lay completely over her.
But Damián had other plans. His kiss petered into soft nibbled on her lips. Then he was touching his lips to her nose, her forehead, her temple, her cheek - right over her scar... Aiko instinctively turned her face to keep him from that ugly part of her, offering him her other cheek.
He stared her for a long moment, then cupped her chin and turned her face to its original position. His lips went right back to the scarred cheek.
"Don't." Her hand flew to her cheek to keep him from kissing it again.
"Why not?" He kissed the back of her hand.
"Just don't," she whispered. His fingers, still on her chin, kept her from turning from him.
"Why not?" he repeated, his voice moist on the skin of her hand.
She parted her lips, tried to give him a good reason, but no sound emerged from her mouth. How did you tell a man you barely knew of your insecurities? That his touching his lips to your scar didn't give you pleasure, it only reminded you of your ugliness? Feeling helpless and exposed, she stared at him.
He must've seen something in her expression, because his eyes softened. "Okay." This time when he leaned forward it was to touch his lips to hers. "I won't."
This kiss was soft, almost apologetic. His lips moved gently over hers, nipping, suckling, urging her back into desire. Slowly, he stoked the hunger that had dimmed when he'd kissed her scar back into a roaring fire. He explored her mouth with thoroughness that left her breathless. And before she knew it her hand moved from her cheek to curve around the back of his neck.
"Damián," she protested when he tore his lips away from hers. When his kisses started to trail her face again, she tensed and her nerves knotted in anxiety. Fortunately, he didn't kiss her scar this time.
His mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her neck, pausing only to whisper, "Relax."
That was kind of hard to do. Especially when his tongue dipped into the hollow of her neck and traced an erotic circle on her skin.
"Oh," she gasped and reflexively arched her back as her fingers eased into his silky hair.
Pausing only to wedge his body between spread thighs, he kissed each of her shoulders before reaching for her breast. Aiko dragged in a breath when his hand closed over the round fullness. And when he squeezed it, the last of her resistance melted away.
"Do you like this?" He watched her as he teased her nipple with a light squeeze between his fingers that seared straight to her pussy.
She nodded jerkily.
"Mmm, good," he murmured before lowering his head and sweeping his tongue over that sensitive tip.
"Da - Damián," she whimpered. "Please."
"Tell me what you want." He blew against her nipple, his breath heating her beyond belief.
"Pl- please," she cried out, unable to word what it was she really wanted, unable to even think. The fire that was burning within her was too hot, too fiery. She shifted restlessly beneath him as her grip on the back of his head tautened, urged him back down to her breast.
"You want this?" he asked before taking her in his mouth.
"Damián. Damián. Damián." His name spilled out from her lips interspersed with moans as he tasted, suckled, teased, drove her determinedly into insane pleasure.
He was killing her.
He was giving her life.
"So good," he murmured, his breath hot and moist against her skin. "You taste so damn good."
Spasms of desire shivered through her as he set those wicked lips to her other breast, suckled, scraped his tongue across the sensitive tip, grazed it gently between his teeth.
"Oh, my - oh, Damián!" Her voice was hoarse and broken with desire as her body arched under his ministrations, struggling to ride the fiery tide he'd so recklessly let loose.
She moaned in protest when he released her breasts, tried to pull him back to her. He soothed her protest with his hands, cupping and caressing her needy breasts - made her gasp even as his mouth and the rest of his body trailed downwards, downwards…
"Damián," Aiko gasped when she felt his hot breath at the top of her bare pussy. Her thighs immediately closed around his neck to keep from going any further. "No."
Sex was one thing… but this was different. This was something you did if you really trusted someone, really wanted to please them. And Damián wasn't supposed to be pleasing her. She was supposed to be pleasing him… that's what he was paying her for.
"Yes," Damián insisted as he pried her thighs apart.
"You can't." She twisted in the bed, tried to get away.
But his hold on her thighs was as insistent as his determined gaze as it locked on hers. "Yes, I can." Then he lowered his gaze to her most private place.
She could feel the burning heat in his dark eyes as he took her in; took her all in. She could only imagine what he was seeing; her swollen, trembling and wet for him. Her lungs impossibly tightened with both anxiety and desire, her senses focused on him, as she watched and waited for his reaction.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." His voice was a deep, dark growl as he stared, licked his
lip then…
"Oh, my - aaah!" Aiko's lips parted in a silent scream when he licked her there - right there. A flood of heat washed over her senses when his tongue eased between the folds of her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but he held her open with both hands as he dived in. His tongue, like a wet finger, traced lines up and down the soft damp petals of her womanhood before it flicked at her swollen clit
"Oh, my, god." She sucked in rapid breaths, shuddered and moaned as her body writhed in illicit pleasure. Need and passion were a growling, raging hunger in her belly urging her to undulate her hips, ride his tongue, search for relief.
Her whole body was taut, alive and keenly attuned to every little flick of his tongue. Damián held her steady, answered every buck of a hips with a taunting brush of his tongue at her clit. And when he had her mindless with need, he plunged his tongue into her.
"Ssss!" she hissed, throwing her head from side to side. The room began to spin, the light seemed dimmer yet bright at the same time, white stars flashed behind her eyes. Her fingers dug into his skull and her legs widened instinctively as she bucked upwards into his face seeking release. "Damián. Damián. Damián."
When her climax hit her, it rushed her like a dam whose flood gates had been opened; drowned her under its waves. Damián relentlessly drove her deeper in; he forced his tongue deep into her throbbing opening, stabbed at her, thirstily drank every drop of pleasure she gave. She shuddered, trembled and shivered in his arms, her wits numb to everything but the sensations he wrought within her.
The climax left her physically and mentally gasping, reeling… yet still searching. Damián, it seemed, knew just what she was searching for. She felt rather than saw him kissing his way up her stomach, flicking his tongue against her nipples, licking her chin, setting his lips to hers, kissing her…
Then she felt the broad head of his cock settle at her entrance.
She tore her lips from his, forced her eyelids up to meet his. His face was flushed, his lips wet and his eyes so dark they looked almost saturnine. His gaze still on her, he eased one hand beneath her neck to cup it while other gripped her ass, anchoring her, holding her steady as he pushed in.
Aah. She uttered a breathless scream, not of pain but of pleasure. He'd prepared her enough that her slippery entrance sucked his throbbing erection in easily. Her senses stretched taut to their limit, she started to close her eyes.
"Look at me," he ordered, pushing more and more of himself into her.
Forcing her eyes open in the face of all that torture was hard, but somehow she managed. Her eyes met his just as another several inches of his rod descended into her. A soft mewling sound fell from her lips as her hands roved down his back to his ass, urging him to sink into her completely.
And he did.
Intense pleasure ripped through her when he thrust hard and deep into her willing body, finally seating himself completely inside her. His groan mingled with her own whimper as he tucked his head into the crook of her neck and dragged in deep, rough breaths.
Aiko couldn't believe how utterly stretched and full she felt. She shifted under him, wound her hips a little.
"Don't," he grunted as he squeezed her ass hard. He turned his face to hers and their lips touched, softly meeting in a kiss that grew more wild and passionate with every passing second. Tangling her hands in his hair, she kissed him back, moving her mouth lushly, submissively under his. He, in turn, began to move his body.
Clutching the back of her thigh, he carefully pulled his lubricated shaft out of her then rocked slowly, gently, deeper into her. His thick heavy length massaged the thousands of sensitive nerve endings inside her pussy as he withdrew it again.
"Damián," she moaned his name, whimpered and tightened her inner muscles to keep him in her.
"Don't do that," he whispered against her lips as he jammed himself back into her. "I won't last."
But she was too delirious to listen to him, too fired up. She worked her hips against him, beneath him. Her hips lifted from the bed, seeking more pleasure, more sensation and more of him. And he gave it to her. The slow, long strokes became more powerful and his hips worked a little faster. Both his hands moved to her buttocks gripping them hard as he tilted her upwards so he could grind deeper into her.
"Mm. mm. mm." Her whimpers and his grunts merged with the slick sounds of their bodies moving together as he fucked her. Every inch of his heavy thickness pounded into her thrust in deep, filled her over and over again. Slowly, deeply, determinedly he peeled every inch of sanity away from her, leaving her naked and completely open for him.
"Ah - oooh - Dam - sss." The incoherent words flew from her lips as the pleasure built inside her.
"Come for me." He bent his head and licked her jaw.
His dark words and the touch of his tongue drove her over the edge and into the abyss. She arched and wailed as her climax started. He caught the sound in his mouth, licked it up and swallowed it even as his cock continued to piston inside her.
Aiko's world shattered as she came apart. Every cell in her body seemed to fragment into tiny little pieces leaving her dizzy and breathless. Her eyes wide open and her lips parted, she clung to Damián tightly as jolt after jolt of pleasure rippled through her reducing her into a shivering mess. The orgasm was nearly painful in its intensity. Its ripples caressed his shaft urging him to fall in with her.
His eyes mud with lust, Damián propped himself up on straight arms so he could plunder without restraint. He watched her as he surged into her, hot, heavy and hard. Her eyes widened even further with his every possessive stroke; even as her body accepted him over and over again.
She clung to him, rubbing her hands over his arm, his shoulders as he plundered her. His breath became rougher and his features sharper as he rode close to the edge. With practiced strokes, he pulled out and thudded back in.
Fast. Short. Sharp.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out…
"Fuck." He threw his head back, arching convulsively as his body jerked into hers. With a loud groan, he held himself inside her as stream after stream of his seed flooded her.
Drained and sated, he slumped over her. He should've felt heavy against her, but all Aiko felt was warmth and deep satisfaction as she relaxed into the hazy world between paradise and the mundane. Mentally sighing, she nuzzled her face into his neck to inhale his masculine scent as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and stroked his back.
She bit back a cry of protest when he suddenly pulled out of her. The loss of his warmth when he untangled her arms from around him and climbed from the bed, was almost a painful wrench.
"I have to go." His detached expression as he scooped his clothes from the floor and hurriedly put them back on was like pin pricking at the haze that eclipsed at her thoughts. It shoved her back into reality. Damián was just a business partner, not a lover who she wanted to stay in her bed. Yet, she did. She wanted him to stay with her all night long.
What the hell was wrong with her?
"Get some sleep." His voice broke into her thoughts. Fully dressed, he strode to the bed and pecked her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He turned away and left the room.
Even as Aiko watched the door close softly behind him, her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She was both angry and disappointed in herself. Why? Why couldn't she control herself when it came to this man? Why was it such a herculean task to reel in her desire when he was in the room? Why was it so easy for him to melt her reservations? Was something wrong with her?
Ugh! She flipped onto her back and buried her head into the pillow. Immediately his scent hit her nose, reminding her of what they'd just done. Oh, God. She turned back to look up to the ceiling. There was definitely something wrong with her? Maybe she'd gone so long without sex that her body was gorging on it; like a starving person presented with a table laden with the most delectable of feasts. Eventually, the hunger would fade, and she'd be able to control herself better, right?
Right.
>
Or at least she hoped so.
CHAPTER 10
Aiko woke up the next morning with new resolve. She was going to put aside her conflicted feelings for Damián and start on the right foot with his daughter - whether he was there to help her or not. Before she headed out of her morning jog, she checked to make sure that Zoe's door was still locked.
Yup! It was still locked.
"Hmm," Aiko snorted as she crossed the hallway. We'll see about that as soon as I get back from my run.
She was aware that there was a gym somewhere in this mammoth house, but she loved feeling the wind on her face and hearing the sound of the world coming alive as she ran. After waving a quick good morning to Major, who already in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and ruffling Queenie's fur, she headed for the front door. Early dawn's cold air stung at her as soon as she stepped out of the house. Her awareness of it quickly disappeared when she saw Damián coming toward the house from the gate.
Apparently she wasn't the only one with a taste for jogging and fresh air.
There was no doubt that the man was fine. Even with sweat beaded on his forehead and his black, running outfit sticking to his body he was sight for sore eyes. He was built for endurance; that long muscled body such an elegant pleasure to look at that Aiko had to move her gaze upwards and away from it.
Only for her gaze to clash with his.
The moment their eyes locked, immediate heat rose inside her as a clear memory of last night invaded her thoughts. The heat worsened when his gaze burned a slow tour down her body; from her hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her hoodie, her run-tights, down to her sneakered feet. It was a wonder she managed to keep walking towards him and smile. "Good morning."
"Morning," he greeted as his eyes returned to her face. "I didn't know you run."
"I do." She almost offered to run with him the next time. Almost. But then decided that being around him, even while running, was too nerve-racking. She'd probably trip over her own feet. So she waved. "See you later."
She could've sworn she felt his gaze burning into her back as she started a slow trot toward the gate, and it took everything in her not to turn back and look at him. With a wave to the security guard, she left the confines of Colter estate.
