This was different. She was twenty-five, far too old and experienced to have never had sex.

“Why? How?” he uttered, his body throbbing with the need for release, but his horror at the situation refusing to let him move.

“Finish. Please. I need…it hurts…” she cried, frustration, pain and confusion mingled in her voice.

“Of course it hurts. I’m too big. I shouldn’t –” he started to say as he began pulling out of her.

“No!” she cried in panic. “No. My body. It hurts. It’s burning. Please, please don’t leave me like this,” she finished, her voice breaking as her eyes started to fill with tears. “Please.”

She moved her hips again as she tried to find her release.

Still almost senseless with his burning desire, he couldn’t resist her pleas, though he knew he should. He knew the right thing would be to pull from her and stop. It’s too late, anyway. You’ve already taken her innocence, his body taunted.

He pulled her tightly against him and moved away from the wall, taking gentle steps across the room, back to the bed. He wasn’t making love to her for the first time against a wall. He’d make sure her first time was perfect, and pleasurable.

He sat down on the bed, their bodies still flush, then he moved them both backward until he was on his back with her sitting on top of him. She looked down at him with confusion.

“You set the pace, Sierra. I don’t want to hurt you,” he uttered, the words passing through his clenched teeth. It was taking everything in him not to grip her tight, thrust hard inside her and relieve the pressure making him feel like he was going to explode.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” she uttered, her face flushing.

He reached his hand up and caressed her warm skin, his eyes gentling as he looked into her frightened eyes.

“Just do what feels good to you. Slide up and down me, listen to your body. When the pressure builds, move faster. Your desire will lead you.”

She looked deeply into his eyes, hers filled with trust as she tentatively began moving. She flexed her hips, adjusted her knees, then moved off his body a couple inches before dropping back down.

She did this a few more times, her tight heat gripping him as her expression turned from insecurity to wonder. She shifted, allowing her to move further up and down his shaft, her body almost releasing him before she pushed back down, taking him fully inside her again.

He wasn’t going to make it through her exploration. He felt like he’d pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. From the eroticism of watching her feel new sensations, and the tight grip of her body, he was doing everything in his power to keep from exploding.

Her face brightened with pleasure at the feelings surging inside her. He could practically read the emotions flickering through her eyes.

She began moving faster – up and then quickly down – over and over. As she became more confident, she started moving in a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out, and sometimes only a few inches.

He felt the pressure building, felt his orgasm reaching higher and higher, just barely able to hold it back as she searched for her release.

She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs, unknowingly exposing her incredible breasts, flat stomach, and pink core to his view. The sight of her wet folds moving up and down his throbbing staff was too much.

She was stunning.

Sweat glistened on her body as she exerted herself, her breasts bounced with each thrust, and her pleasure center was wide-open for him to see.

Reaching his hand forward, his fingers quickly found her swollen womanhood. She cried out as he began circling the sensitive skin, coordinating his movements with each of her thrusts.

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.

“You turn me on so much that this is killing me not to take you. You’re something to behold, surrounded in bubbles, your breasts skimming the water’s surface…It’s going to cause me to have a stroke,” he growled before giving her back her hand.

Sierra felt elation fill her as she took in his pinched features. She felt a surge of power unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Testing her newfound boldness she pushed her breasts up, exposing them to his view.

His gaze snapped to her curves bobbing on top of the water before finally moving back to her face. She smiled at him in what she hoped was a seductive manner.

He glared for a moment before turning around and practically running from the room. Sierra felt so good, laughter spilled out as she lay back in the comfortable tub and let the heat start working her sore muscles.

When she started washing her body, she realized he was right. As she came in contact with the sensitive area between her thighs, she grimaced. It was incredibly tender down there. She gritted her teeth and finished washing, then climbed out and found the fluffy white robe hanging behind the door.

She wrapped it around her before brushing her teeth and putting her hair up in a bun. She placed a minimal amount of makeup on, and went to find Damien. Her day was starting out great.

She found him in the dining area, a table with covered dishes already waiting.

“Sit down. We have a lot of ground to cover today, so you’ll want to fill yourself,” Damien said as soon as she entered the room.

“Where are we going?”

She sat and he lifted the lid, exposing the French toast and extra crispy bacon she loved. She picked up a piece and started nibbling as she waited for him to speak.

“It’s a surprise.”

She’d never been surprised before and found herself even more excited. She hurriedly ate her meal so she could get dressed and leave the room. It was large and beautiful, but after a week, the enormous space felt claustrophobic.

Sierra was surprised when the bellhop came to start packing their luggage. Where were they going?

“We have a short flight so we can do this right. Make sure you have your swim suit,” Damien told her, but he wouldn’t say anything further.

As they made their way downstairs Sierra was giddy with excitement. She couldn’t imagine what they’d possibly be doing, but she’d wanted to go swimming since she’d arrived, and not just in the hotel pool.

They got into the car and drove straight to the airport where they boarded the jet. She sat back, her eyes glued to the windows as the jet took off and climbed into the air. Before long they began making their decent.