She moved faster, her body taking over, knowing what she needed.
"Yes, yes, yes," she called with each rotation. He sped his fingers up, knowing her release was rising.
"Oh!" she screamed in pleasure, her head thrown back as she pushed down hard against his body, her tight core flexing, squeezing his staff in wave after wave of contractions. He continued circling her flesh with one hand while he gripped her hip with his other.
He moved his hips up, taking over the movements as he thrust deep inside of her a few more times, making her cry out as he prolonged her orgasm. Her cries of pleasure led him to his own. He rose up into her, buried himself as deep as he could, and then exploded.
His body released, monumental tremors overtaking him as his erection pumped over and over again, his shaft releasing inside her.
By the time he stopped pumping, the last of her tremors settled. With a sigh of pleasure, she collapsed against him, obviously drained of every last ounce of energy.
Damien knew they should discuss what had just happened, knew they had to talk, but he couldn't even open his eyes, much less speak.
With the very last ounce of energy he possessed, he pulled out of her, then grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over them. She was already asleep before he even covered their bodies. He soon followed her.
Chapter Thirteen
"You have one week."
"What?" Sierra mumbled as she woke up and stretched her sore muscles. She felt aches in places she didn't know possible to feel pain. She'd lost track of the number of times Damien had woken her during the night with his hands sliding over her body.
They made love once more in the night, though after that he'd continued to use his hands and mouth to do things to her she hadn't known were possible.
A shudder racked her as she remembered her last orgasm. She'd literally blacked out afterward. The man knew his way around the female anatomy.
"I called the board and told them everything's on hold for one week so I can take you exploring," Damien said.
Sierra looked at him in awe. Was this the same man she'd arrived on the jet with? He was actually smiling at her. She'd never seen him looking so carefree and happy.
"You called who?" she asked, her brain still foggy from lack of sleep. She glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost ten. She never slept that late. Of course, she hadn't slept much at all last night, so it didn't really count.
"I called my board of directors, here. I told them to put everything on hold – that something important came up."
"Really?" She grinned, starting to feel excitement.
"Really. Now, I have a hot bath ready for you to ease your aches, and room service will be here in forty minutes. I told them to send up double of whatever they've been sending all week."
At the thought of feeling so completely taken care of, Sierra couldn't help but pull his head close to her, kissing him good-morning. His arms quickly wrapped around her as he deepened the kiss. She forgot all about the bath and food.
"No," he said with a chuckle as he untangled them and jumped from the bed. She was disappointed to see he was already dressed.
"We could stay in bed a while longer," she offered shyly.
"You're going to be the death of me, woman," he groaned as he took another step back.
Sierra felt instantly self-conscious. Maybe she'd been horrible at sex and he was taking her on a tour of the island to avoid sleeping with her again. Her good mood instantly vanished.
"Hey," he said as he quickly bent down and lifted her naked body into his arms. "What's with the face?"
"I … guess it wasn't that great for you," she mumbled, feeling her face flush – her humiliation was complete.
"Are you kidding me? It was fantastic!" he exclaimed, his eyes rounding in shock.
"Then … uh … why don't you … " she trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
"Oh, I want to, I really, really want to, but the reality is that last night was your first time, Sierra. You're sorer than you realize which is why I drew a bath for you. I had some special salts sent up to help with the soreness. You'll feel it soon, believe me," he said as he started walking to the bathroom.
They entered the steam filled room and he carefully lowered her into the almost scalding tub.
"Too hot," she screeched, trying to scamper back out.
"Give it a minute and you'll adjust. The heat will work on your sore muscles. When we get back tonight, we'll take a bath together and I'll rub the aches out of you," he said, his eyes dilating.
She was still unsure if he was humoring her or not, but he did seem to be uncomfortable. As if he could read her mind, he reached out and grabbed her hand, quickly placing it on the stiffness straining against his pants.