Trust Me (13 page)

“Alli, I’d like to be inside you without a condom more than you know. I swear that I am clean, and I have never had unprotected sex with a woman. Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My one-word answer causes his eyes to darken into sexual heat. He slowly turns me to face the room. I gasp and bring my hand to my mouth. Damien has had someone put candles on every surface. They are glowing and giving off the most subtle flower smell. The fairy-tale romantic appearance is absolutely breathtaking.

A massive black platform bed is the focal point of the room. It is larger than any king bed I’ve ever seen. Openly inviting us to make use of it, the heavy black bedspread has been turned down to reveal cream sheets underneath.

Matching furniture—a TV stand, chests, and bedside tables—accent the room, and large pieces of artwork are displayed on the neutral-colored walls. There is a sitting area on the far end of the room in front of a fireplace where a fire is slowly crackling. The air has been turned down to accommodate for the excessive heat.

This room screams masculinity. I am in the beast’s lair, and I cannot contain the excited shiver running down my back.

“Baby, do you like it?”

“Oh, Damien…” Turning to him, I grab his face and bring it to mine for a kiss. “This is unbelievably perfect.”

“Alli, I…” He stops mid-sentence and starts kissing me again.

The hunger is still there, but the kiss has turned sensual as our tongues entwine while we taste each other. Slowly, my hands feel his hard chest as he backs us up to the bed. When my legs gently come into contact with the side of the mattress, Damien steps back to look at me. I feel self-conscious as he continues to devour me with his eyes.

Unhurriedly, he brings his hands up to my waist and undoes my belt. From our earlier escapade, my hair, I’m sure, looks unruly and wild, like Damien’s. His deep blue depths have me riveted in place as I hear a thud from my belt dropping to the floor.

Stepping close to me again, his hand goes to my back. The sound of the zipper coming down one tooth at a time causes the anticipation to build. Damien has woven a web, and I am caught, unable to resist.
When he releases my dress, I am standing there in nothing but my lacy boy shorts and brown cowboy boots.

“One day, we are going to fuck with you wearing just your cowboy boots.”

I go to say something, but he quickly continues, “Tonight, I’m only making love to you.” He takes in a stuttering breath as his eyes roll down my body. “Alli, I am the luckiest man alive to have you here in my room.”

Holy hell.
With how wet I feel myself getting, if he doesn’t start this show soon, I am going to start dripping on the floor.
Can that happen?
He gently lifts me onto the bed and then slides one boot off at a time. He runs his hands up each leg in a slow pace as if he’s memorizing the feel of my body. My heart is hammering in my chest. He reaches the top of my boy shorts, and slips them off my legs.

Crawling back up the length of my body, he starts kissing my breast. He licks and sucks each one until they are both throbbing tight points. His assault continues down to my navel.

Is he going where I think he is going?
What if I’m not what he’s used to? What if I’m lacking in some way?
I have never been this exposed to anyone in my life. My body goes stiff as my thoughts spin out of control.

Damien stops and looks at me. “What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no. I just…I, um…well, I…”

“Alli, you are perfect, absolutely perfect. You are more than perfect. Baby, I need you to orgasm for me one more time in order to make it as painless as possible when I enter you. Okay?”

I nod. When he starts tonguing my navel again, all my self-consciousness begins to drain from me. I focus on the pleasure he’s giving to my body. As he slowly moves farther south, he continues to watch me for signs of distress.

Blue eyes look into mine as he takes his tongue and slowly licks up my swollen sex. Watching him is so intimate, but the moment he begins to suck, I close my eyes to the feeling. He inserts one finger into my heat and begins moving it inside me—working, stretching, and building me. As I bow off the bed, his other hand comes up to my hip to hold me in place.

He murmurs, “Nothing can even compare to you.”

And just like that, I go into the abyss that I’m starting to crave. I’m just not sure that life could get any better than this moment. Damien continues to wring out every bit of pleasure he can get from my orgasm.

As I lie boneless on the bed, he stands to take off what is left of his poor shirt. He sheds his boots and removes his jeans in seconds flat. His graceful quick motions leave me breathless. Damien’s black boxer briefs begin right under that V-shaped muscle below his six-pack and end where they hug his muscular thighs. They are removed in one fluid movement, and his erection springs free.

For all that is holy, I have no idea how that is going to fit inside me.
There’s no way it’ll fit.

Watching me closely, Damien notices my subtle tenseness. “We’ll fit together perfectly. Do you trust me?”

Instantly, I nod because I honestly do. He brings his body on top of me, and the feeling of his skin on mine is even more pleasurable than it was in the truck. When his mouth comes down on me once more, I notice a salty taste added to the normal Damien flavor. His erection is pressing against my stomach as he uses his muscles to bring me to the center of his bed.

This is it.
This is the moment when I give Damien this gift that I will never be able to give to anyone else. He moves his body down to where the tip of his erection is poised at the entrance of my sex. His body weight is resting on his elbows as his hands go to each side of my face. He is cherishing me, making this moment like I have always dreamed.

“You are so gorgeous. Are you ready, baby?”

I nod. I have never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

“This is going to hurt. I am going to go as slow as I can. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Confident and nervous at the same time, I respond, “I promise.”

He eases an inch into me and pauses. He feels big, and it’s uncomfortable. I stiffen again from the pressure I’m feeling. I’m not sure what to do.

“You’ve got to relax, baby, and stop fighting me. Breathe, Alli. Trust me.”

I follow his instructions and try to relax one muscle at a time. He moves farther in again, and it starts to sting a little, causing me to wince. When he leans down and kisses me, my muscles begin to loosen up. He moves out and then goes in a little deeper. My body feels full with him inside me. As his lips move to my neck, he continues the in-and-out motions several more times, getting my body used to him.

“I’m all the way in, baby. Nothing has ever felt this perfect.”

My body is finally acclimating to him. It’s just an incredibly full feeling. He pulls all the way out and pushes back in. As he continues this movement several more times, my pain starts to ebb, and a different feeling replaces it. The friction is causing my body to climb again. He repeats the motions a little faster.

“Alli, you’re mine. No one else is ever going to have you.”

We continue to climb as the pace increases.

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m all yours, Damien. Please. Please. Faster.”

We are at a near frantic pace, and I am so close to the edge. He thrusts once more, and I finally fall over. Damien follows suit, and I can feel his warmness spilling into me. I am truly his now as he becomes a part of me.

He collapses on top of me, but he immediately raises himself as he slowly and tenderly pulls out of me before he moves to lie at my side. Right away, I feel empty, and I want him back inside me.

Facing each other with our legs entwined, he is rubbing soothing circles on my hips. I reach out and start tracing the tattoo symbol on his chest, and I absently wonder what it means. His chest is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I shiver. Instead of recognizing my body’s natural response to him, he mistakes my shiver for being cold. He grabs the sheet and pulls it on top of us.

“Alli, did I hurt you?”

“In the beginning, it did hurt, but now, I can’t even describe the feeling. It was perfect.” Snuggling closer to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and rub my foot up and down his leg. “Thank you for making it so special. Was it okay for you? Did I hurt you? It must have felt like a vise gripping you.” Laying my head on his chest, I listen to his strong heartbeat.

His chest rises and falls as he chuckles. “I don’t think I have ever laughed as much as I do with you.”

I look at him, confused.

“Baby, that was the best experience of my life, hands down. You were perfect. You felt perfect. You fit me perfectly.”

“Nice recovery. You were about to be in big trouble if you were making fun of me for asking if I hurt you. How would I know since you’re my first?” I lightly hit his chest as I nuzzle deeper into his body.

He pulls me tighter against him. “And I’m going to be your last, Alli.”

My body stiffens at his words, trying to think if I heard that insinuation correctly. For now, I just ignore it.

“Baby, I’m going to draw you a bath before your soreness sets in. Now that I’ve had you, there’s no way I’ll be able to go a full day without you.”

I smile as he gets up and makes his way through a door near the sitting area.

Listening to the fire crackle, I lie there and think about what we just did. My V-card is gone, and he made it more incredible than I ever imagined. Damien Wales has possessed me in a way I never even knew was possible.

I’m in love…whoa.
I need to slow that train down.
It’s too soon. If I start confessing those types of sentiments right away, he will go running into no man’s land for sure. We know a lot about each other, but at the same time, we have only known one another for less than a week.
It has to be too soon to feel this, right?

Damien emerges in all his naked glory, and I just stare. We smile at each other as he continues striding toward me. Seeing his muscles naturally flex as he walks has me wanting him…again. He leans down and gives my forehead a kiss prior to picking up the phone and dialing three numbers.

“Please have the bed linens changed within the next twenty minutes. We will be in the bathroom, and we are not to be disturbed. That will be fine. Thank you.”

He hangs up the phone, pulls back the covers, and reaches for me. Now, I see why he has made that odd request about the bed linens. The evidence of my lost virginity is very apparent on the cream sheets. I blush and look away. There’s not a lot of blood, but it’s enough to know what happened.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That was one of the most incredible things we just shared.”

Hearing his earnest tone induces me to look into his eyes, and I shyly smile. He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.

It is, of course, as decadent as his bedroom. When he sets me down in front of the tub, I realize the marble white floors are heated. The warm tiles are soothing as I flex my toes. The tub is large and could easily fit three to four people in it. Three faucets are running simultaneously to fill the tub quickly. Across from the tub is a large walk-in glass shower. Two beautiful and luxurious sinks with a vanity sit in between the shower and tub.

I hold on to his offered hand as I use the steps to walk down into the tub. When I take a seat, the warm water and scent of chamomile envelop me. Damien follows me in and pulls me to him, settling me onto his lap with my back to his front.

He reaches over for a glass of water and two pills and hands them to me. “Take this aspirin. It will help with the soreness.”

“Damien, I’m fine. I promise.”

“Please take them. If you don’t, I won’t be able to have you tomorrow, and that is like asking a man to breathe without oxygen.”

I immediately take the pills and water. “I wouldn’t want to do that.”

He chuckles at my eagerness. One of his hands comes around to rest on my stomach. “Thanks, baby. Glad to know you want to keep me around.”

I turn around to straddle him. “What makes you think I’m going to leave?”

Pain flashes across his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, Damien. You’re stuck with me.”

“Let’s just say I’m trying to learn from my past mistakes.”

The look on his face absolutely crushes me.

Leaning into his chest, I try to comfort him. “I have no idea what that means.”

He takes a deep breath. “Tonight, let’s focus on us. We’ll talk about it later. I promise.”

Before I have a chance to respond, he dips his head down and starts kissing me. I can feel him getting hard again, and I become consumed with desire. I move against him, making him groan.

He barely pulls his mouth from me. “Alli, we need to stop and let your body rest. There is going to be plenty of time.”

“Damien, please. We can take it slow. I want you. I need you. Please. I promise we can still do this tomorrow even if I’m sore. Please.” Sex has reduced me to a needy mess.

Forcing some space between us, he grabs me by my shoulders to get my attention. “Alli, I would never hurt you. If we do this, it has to be slow and easy, baby, even when your body tells you to go harder. After this, we’ve got to let you rest.”

Reaching for his shoulders, I lift my hips and then ease onto him. He fills me completely again. The soreness is definitely present, but it’s not going to stop me from reaching that high. His hands are on each side of my waist, requiring me to keep a steady pace, as I ride him.

The water is sloshing around us as Damien starts thrusting his hips into me, causing the build to come faster. Releasing one hand from my hip, he pinches one of my nipples and squeezes it.

The heavenly high assails me. “Oh, Damien!”

My words cause him to follow suit, and he pours himself into me again. The thought of him being a part of me stirs a deep emotion within me. He lifts me off of him. My body is languid as we both stand. In a haze, I get out and throw a towel around me, barely drying off the water. Damien follows me out of the tub and wraps a towel around his waist.