Worth The Risk (9 page)

He began laying soft kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me in a way that he knew would draw out my orgasm. His tongue made a tra
il from my thigh to my sex. Using his hand to spread my folds, he licked every inch of my center. The heat of his mouth caused me to shiver with pleasure. He covered my clit, flicking his tongue against it in a rhythm that was so skilled it had me squiring and whimpering. I looked down at the vision in between my legs devouring me. The concentration he had amazed me. All his energy revolved around pleasing me. His tongue pushed into me, curving every time it pulled out. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, pushing hard to be released. He brought his attention back to my clit; his mouth sucking on it as two fingers pushed in and out of me. The overwhelming sensations had me at the edge of an orgasm. My fingers threaded into his hair, trying to ground myself and encourage him to not stop. Suddenly, he stilled. He pulled his fingers out of me, placed my leg down, and stood up. I knew my disappointed was written all over my face, when Damien looked at me frowning. He caressed my face as if to wipe away my sadness.

“I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he explained. He pulled out my breast from my dress, taking it into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on each nipple giving them the attention they deserved. He stepped away from me to quickly remove his clothes
and put on a condom. Once he was naked in front of me, his cock stood freely at attention. I licked my lips as thoughts of wrapping my mouth around it assaulted my mind. He moved close to me tilting my head to kiss me. His tongue pushed into my mouth seeking mine. I could feel his hard cock pushing up against my stomach, as he put his hands behind my knees pushing me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard cock laid against my stomach waiting to be placed where it belonged. My pussy pulsed, eager to be filled by him. I grinded my hips into him enticing a moan from him. He never overly groaned, moaned, or grunted which I loved. There was nothing sexy about hearing your man be louder than you in bed, and Damien always made sure I was the doing the screaming. I knew he liked that I was very verbal and noisy, it heightened his pleasure.

He slightly moved back to position himself to enter me.
The first thick inch pushed into me slowly, making my vaginal walls latch onto it greedily.

Damien groaned, “I’m not even completely inside you and you’re already squeezing me so tightly baby.”

“I need you to fuck me Damien. I can’t take the teasing.”

“Patience love.” Patience was the last thing on my mind in that moment. I tried to wrap my legs tighter around him to draw him closer, forcing him to go deeper, but his strength over powered mine. He didn’t move an inch; I contracted my vaginal muscles again to drive him crazy like he was doing to me. He smiled, knowing my intention, and pulled out of me completely. He stared at me for a split second then kissed me ardently.
My lips collided with his with so much urgency. I whimpered when his lips left mine too quickly. At that moment, the sound of a knock on my bedroom door froze me.

“Catali
na, are you ready for dinner?” My dad asked. Damien chose that moment to drive deep and hard inside me. My pussy welcomed and embraced him openly.

“Yes!”

Damien chuckled at my reply knowing I was responding to him and not my father. The sounds in the room were filled with my moaning and Damien’s heavy breathing as his eyes never left mine. Distantly I wondered if my father could hear us, though I didn’t really care because all I wanted was to feel Damien, to come for him.

Damien pulled out of me again, replacing his cock with his fingers. His thumb massaged my clit as his fingers efficiently did the job his cock was previously doing. Abruptly, he took his soaking wet fingers out of me, putting his cock
back in my pussy and two fingers in my ass simultaneously.

“Oh God!”

My body tensed at the foreign intrusion. To my surprise the initial penetration was the only sting of pain I felt. I never experienced anal pleasure but I was always curious. Finding the right person to try it with was the obstacle. I didn’t want to explore with just anyone, and being that my love life was non-existent before Damien, I didn’t have much options.

The world around me was a blur until I heard my father’s voice.

“Catalina, are you alright?” I couldn’t answer my dad’s question because in that moment Damien wined his hips, moving inside me in ways I never felt. My fingers dug into his back, making him release an animalistic growl.

“Answer your father baby,” he whispered. I tried to pull myself together to give my father an answer that would make him leave. Damien interrupted my concentration as his thrust became faster
simultaneously with his fingers.

“Yes! I’m good. I’m gonna come!” I felt Damien’s breath against my neck as he chuckled, kissing it softly.

“I know you are. Do you like me being inside of you like this, filling you?”

“Yes, m
ake me come Damien please,” I moaned. “I need to come. I want you to feel me come.” I couldn’t understand what had taken over me. I felt so free, so wanton. Damien had the power to bring out things in me I never knew existed. I clinged onto him for dear life, aware that I’d be leaving marks on him. But the idea of leaving my marks on him excited me; the possessive part of me wanted him to be mine completely.

I could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the pace of mine. He bucked into me hard
, pushing every inch inside me to the point of pain. I winced at the contact. Damien’s body went ridged at my reaction. He slowly pulled two inches out of me, meeting my gaze with concern filled in his eyes.

“Sorry baby. I want you so bad I lost control and got too rough.” The shame in his expression pulled at my heart. I knew he would never do anything to hurt me purposely.

“I’m okay. I like it when you’re rough. It’s just that I can’t fit all of you inside me, you’re so big,” I smiled. My words did nothing to erase his concern. I gently caressed his cheek and brushed my lips against his. I could still taste myself on his lips. The passionate, sexual man that was with me a second ago was gone. The fire in his kiss was extinguished by what had just happened. I pulled my lips from his to try and will him back to normal.

“Damien, I’m fine trust me. Now make me come before my father comes back and interrupts us again.” I pouted biting my lower lip seductively. His mouth slightly curved up and the spark returned in his eyes. He held my gaze as his fingers moved in a small circle in my ass and his strokes became
deliberately slow. I cursed under my breath at the way he was torturing me. I could feel his cock growing harder inside me. It felt so good but I needed to feel that release now.

“Damien please
. I need…” He silenced my pleas with a rough kiss. His lips moved eagerly over mine, biting into my lower lip. My hands moved all over him as if touching him just wasn’t enough. His pace picked up little by little. My eyes closed shut as the pressure built inside me. I began to shudder as I felt his tongue trail across my shoulder. My body tensed up as the onslaught of my orgasm hit me so hard. I screamed Damien’s name as I felt him bite my shoulder. His finger pulled out of my ass as I felt him come. All tension left our bodies as we sank to the floor. Damien wrapped me in his arms, kissing the bite mark he left on me.

“I keep getting too rough with you. I’m sorry Catalina.” I hated that he kept regretting being truly himself with me. I loved that he could let loose with me, that his deepest sexual desires came out when he was with me. But I needed him to be comfortable with it.

“Baby, I love that you can be like that with me. I want to explore things with you. I don’t want you to hold back with me. I’m a grown woman Damien. We’ve both expressed to each other that the age gap between us isn’t an issue.”

“Its not but…”

“But nothing,” I interrupted. “If I ever felt uncomfortable I would say something. And I know you would never hurt me. I trust you baby.” I could see the worry and guilt slowly leave his eyes. My gaze left his eyes and drifted to his lips. It amazed me how soft they were and how they fit so perfectly against mine. I slowly licked his lower lip and pulled it into my mouth sucking it. I felt his cock jerk inside me as he released a groan. The way I could affect him filled me with so much confidence. It felt good because he affected me the same way.

“Catalina,” he whispered pulling his lip from me. “If you continue doing that I’m going to take you again. And your father would come breaking down the door wondering why you’re moaning and screaming so much. Though it was sexy watching you str
uggle to answer him while I was inside you, I prefer not to be interrupted when I’m with you.” The thought of skipping dinner and heading straight to Damien’s house crossed my mind. I could spend hours making love to this man without a care in the world.

“Point taken.” He stood up effortlessly with me still in his arms. My legs stubbornly tightened around his waist.

“Baby you need to unwrap your legs from me,” he said smiling.

“Do I have to?” I pouted. I knew I was acting like a baby but he felt so good inside me.

“I don’t want you to but, yes.” I sighed my disappointment and slowly unwrapped my legs pulling him out of me. I moaned as I was left empty. Stepping aside to walk to the bathroom to quickly wash up, Damien grabbed my arm stopping me in my tracks. I couldn’t help but look down at his cock still semi hard, and a rush of hope coursed through me. I was ready for a second round.

Lifting my gaze to meet his, he smiled saying, “I will make it up to you later with no interruptions and hours of limitless pleasure. I promise Catalina.
” I whimpered as I felt my pussy throb in response to his words. Abruptly he pulled me against his hard body molding mine with his. The warmth of him called to me. I felt like a nympho. Never had I felt such intense desire towards someone until I meet Damien. His lips eagerly pushed against mine, invading my mouth with his tongue searching for mine. My hands instinctively threaded into his hair as my hips moved against his now fully hard erection. He gently pulled away from me breathlessly.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me Catalina?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me. I’m beginning to wonder how you waited so long to make love to me.”

“It wasn’t without immense
self-control, but it shattered the first night we made love. Now I don’t know the meaning of self-control when it comes to you.” I looked into his eyes and saw some realization brighten it. Before I could ask him, he turned away from me to get dressed. The emptiness I felt without his touch, without his warmth paralyzed me. I needed him and that scared me.
What if I lost him?
I didn’t think I would survive if that happened.

He walked over to me and kissed me on my forehead. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” He walked away with so much grace, you could never tell we just fucked five minutes ago. The scen
t of sex surrounded me as I stood alone in my room trying to pull myself together. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized sadly I didn’t have the grace Damien had because I looked like a hot mess. I took the quickest shower known to man, brushed my hair, got dressed, and headed downstairs to face a possibly intense dinner. As I entered the sitting room I could hear Damien and my father discussing current business news. So deep in conversation they didn’t realize I was there. They seemed comfortable and cool with each other. Damien showed no sign of nervousness or fear which was calmed me.

I cleared my throat and all eyes were on me, “No business talk tonight gentlemen. Shall we eat?”
They both stood up, my father leading the way to the dining room. I glanced at Damien as I crossed in front of him to follow my father, but his eyes quickly avoided mine. I frowned thinking maybe I imagined it. I was overwhelmed with emotions, it was possible my mind was playing tricks on me.

We all sat down at the table and Damien immediately took the seat across from me instead of beside me. Maybe he thought my father would prefer it that way, which was understandable but I missed the heat of Damien next to me. I tried to push my desire aside to focus on dinner, this was important. My hunger for Damien would have to wait.

The appetizer and main course went by without trouble. My father tip toed around the real reason for the dinner, engaging in other conversations such as questioning Damien about his background and upbringing. No doubt strategically getting the answers he was seeking. Though my father worked with Damien for about a year now, he wanted to get a deeper feel of who he really was. Throughout the conversations I observed them both closely. My father was like a detective. It was interesting seeing him like that, playing the caring, concerned parent. I thought that Damien would be sweating under pressure, but there was no sign of that coming from him.

However, something was wrong because he still avoided any contact with me visually and physically. He went out of his way to not touch or look at me while passing the salt. It made no sense to me.
Did I do something wrong?
We had just discovered another intense level of intimacy a while ago. Why was there such a disconnect between us now? Maybe he was still mad at himself for being rough with me, even though I told him I liked it which was one hundred percent true. But that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t be avoiding me. Maybe he’s ashamed and filled with guilt. I was growing frustrated with all the thoughts going through my mind; this needed to be addressed, now. I got ready to excuse myself and Damien so we could talk about what was bothering him. But my dad’s question stopped me.