Taking his Risk (Year of the Billionaire Part 2) (2 page)

"But, Tristan, you
are
powerful. Why would you need me to affirm that?"

"There are different kinds of power. Money is only one kind. Emotion is another entirely different kind."

"So what you're saying is that you're long on money and I'm long on emotion?" I said it with a smile, but I was only partially joking.

He chuckled in return. "That's a rather harsh way of putting it. Did I mention bluntness as part of your charm?"
He pulled me across his lap and held my head against his chest. I think he didn't want me to see his eyes. "Take what I have to give you. Give me your truth."

Risk and return. That was his life, after all. He hadn't asked me to love him. We'd never used the word. But that's what he wanted from me all the same. He wanted my love and he wanted to buy his way out of reciprocating. And yet there were so many ways I could
read
his . . . care for me. He had protected my parents. He had spent a great deal of thought putting this trip of ours together. Quite simply put: here I was. 

He smelled
pure and the comfort of his chest moving up and down against my head was a lullaby. I didn't want to continue to analyze. I was willing to put aside expectations for the here and now. If the moment was all I had, I was going to seize it.

Pulling him to his feet, I led him back to the bedroom. We
had
this
time and I
would
cherish it. I turned back the covers on the bed and stood in front of him inviting him to possess me in any way he desired. Tristan stepped toward me and put his hands at the collar of my robe and pushed it away from my shoulders. A pool of red velvet slid down my legs in a soft wave to my feet.

He spread his fingers apart and
grazed his hands down around my breasts, along the curve of my waist, over my hips and behind me to the globes of my ass. My flesh bloomed under his touch, my nerves stretching under my skin to meet his caress. We had stayed apart for long days and long nights to keep me and my parents from harm's way. It was an agonizing eternity being in one another's company and staying apart. Now, we were completely alone, 30,000 feet above the earth and no one could see us. No one knew where we were.

He pulled me against him, pressing my hips into his. As his robe parted I felt the hard flesh of his cock against my belly. I
accepted his desire for me, remembering his words. Through my yielding response he drew power. I would give myself over to him, believing that his body spoke in ways his words could not.

Tristan lowered me onto my back on the bed and dropped his wrap to the floor. The light in the room
cast glowing highlights on his smooth skin and accentuated the definition of his subtly athletic build. I loved to watch his muscles move under his golden skin. Having his utter maleness towering over me was enough to spark the chain reaction of my body's lust. First I felt the warmth seep into my chest, then my nipples tightened and reached for him. The fire spread down my belly and fanned the flames inside my core, calling my clit into high alert. A fountain of warm wetness made ready to receive him.

"I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are." His eyes traveled over my body as if it was his
whole world. "You remind me of . . . I don't know, maybe a fawn, or a colt. So natural and pure."

Take one average girl like me and put her on a mile-high bed with a textbook specimen of a gorgeous man, add lots of pampering and top it all with a compliment like that and you have a recipe for 'wow'.  I was speechless.
Please, oh please, don't ever come up for air
.
Whatever spell I've accidentally cast on you, please don't let it wear off.

Tristan took his place beside me on the big bed and stroked my side as I faced him. He started to kiss me, softly at first. Just glancing his lips over mine so that I could feel his soft lips and taste his minty tongue. His face was shaved baby-bottom smooth and his cologne was fresh and spicy in my nose.
I murmured my appreciation into his mouth. Tongue to tongue we fueled our hunger with restrained urgency, neither of us wanting to hurry the moment.

Our hands strayed down each othe
rs' sides. Tristan's skin was smooth--perfect. I traced the muscles in his chest and twirled the soft curls of hair on his chest before I followed the golden line down his flat torso. He groaned when I twined my fingers in the silky bush of hair around the base of his shaft and lightly traced the side of his penis up toward the head. I ran my finger around the edge of his glans and over the tiny slit at the end. I found a warm drop waiting for me there and caught it on my fingertip. Bringing it to my mouth, I glossed my lips with it and kissed him. I felt him pull a deep breath as he tasted himself, as if the intimacy of it took his breath away.

He reached over the side of the bed to the floor and pulled the satin sash from my robe
. There was a silk tassel on the end of the sash that he began to trail over my skin. It was a tickling sensation that raised goose bumps on my skin. "Have you ever been fucked blindfolded?" he asked me.

Before I could answer 'no' he continued. "Have you ever wondered what it was like to have the sense of sight deprived while a cock is smashing into your sweet, dripping pussy?"

Dear God, the words he could use so casually! I wasn't just hearing his hot questions, I was feeling each one deep inside the most primal part of my brain.

He dragged the tassel down my legs and pulled it over my clean shaven mons. I felt the thread
s cross my erect clit and one or two caught in the moisture of my cleft before he tugged it free. He raised himself over me, knees on either side of my hips and rocked the sash over my chest, the tassel swaying like a pendulum from one nipple to the other.

"I'm going to wrap this around your head and block your sight. Then I am going to tease you and play with your naked, succulent body
until you beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you tell me how much you want it." He put the satin over my eyes and lifted my head from the pillow so he could bring the belt around again. I felt him tie the material at the side of my head. If I opened my eyes under the blindfold, all I saw was a red glow.

He gave me a deep, bruising kiss and began his journey down my body. I was already so excited I could easily have taken him there and then. But it was clear that wasn't his plan. I was faintly aware of the hum of the engines at first until his noises and his voice became the only sounds worth hearing. He nuzzled my neck with his nose and inhaled the perfume I had dabbled there.
"
Les Larmes Sacrées de Thebes,"
he whispered at my throat. "Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head.

"The Sacred Tears of Thebes. As far as I know, the phrase didn't exist until the house of Baccarat made it up for that perfume." He licked the hollow of my throat. "I would like to earn more of
your
sacred tears."

He remembered. The single tear of pure ecstasy that
escaped my eye once before. I had come with such force it took me to a place where my emotion just welled from me, impossible to contain. It was at Brian's, when he had commanded me to masturbate myself to orgasm as he watched. I had let him into a secret place and the whole experience had overwhelmed me. It was only the beginning.

Tristan lingered at my breasts. I didn't know if it was because I couldn't see him or if he was exaggerating the sound, but he slurped at them noisily and
made sounds as if he was devouring a delicious meal. He sucked on one while he twisted the other. When he pulled his mouth away he kept sucking until my nipple left his mouth with an audible pop. Before he left my chest he took each breast in turn and, holding on with one hand, he slapped with the other. The sting and the sound combined in an exquisite combination of sensory overload. My nipples contracted in tiny angry fists and he flicked them each once with his tongue as he headed south.

When he came to my navel, he poked his tongue deep into me. It was an odd sensation. He made his tongue rigid enough to
trigger that feeling of attachment inside. I squirmed a little, I've never really liked having my belly button poked. He laughed and buzzed into me again. I tried to turn my waist so he'd move away.

"Ah . . .
a weak spot. We'll save that for later," he chuckled. Then he blew a big raspberry onto my belly until I laughed hard. I was beginning to see that sex with Tristan could take many forms. He could blend the serious, the dominant, the gentle, and even the funny aspects of passion all in one compelling package.

He skipped over my pussy on his way to my legs, as I thought he would. Before that part of me got any attention, he seemed determined to explore every other square inch of me. He
nibbled at my inner thighs, alternating kisses, sucking and nipping bites to the tender flesh. I couldn't help but grab a handful of his hair and try to nudge him up toward my sex.

Pushing my hand away from him, he said, "I think you're not quite ready yet. We have so much territory to cover."

His mouth found the back of my knees and I moaned with the pleasure of his attention on them. The blindfold kept me guessing as he repositioned himself. Then I felt him place each of my calves across his thighs. He was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed.

He began a slow foot massage on one of my feet. Rolling
both of his thumbs against my instep and up over the ball of my foot gave me a wonderful feeling. When he pulled my foot closer to his face, I could feel his breath close to my toes. Suddenly, I felt his tongue snake between my big toe and my second toe. I didn't know what to feel! He moved to the space between the second and third. God it felt divine. I never realized how sensitive my foot was. I didn't want to groan. Something in me was saying "No, no. That's kinky stuff, weirdness. You should not enjoy this so much." But I did enjoy it. A lot.

"Oh dear God, Tristan. That feels so, so good."
Maybe it was better that I didn't see his mouth on my foot, maybe it was easier to let him do these things when I couldn’t see.

Tristan just murmured and ran his tongue down my instep before he took the other one up for its share of attention.  B
y the time he was done with my feet, I was writhing against the mattress ready to yank the man up between my legs by his ears.

I felt him shift again as his legs went out behind him and he kissed his way back up my legs. His broad shoulders burrowed under my thighs as he began to nuzzle around my pussy. I could feel how swollen I was. The petal folds were plump with arousal and my clit was
quivering, engorged, needy. Tristan kissed into the place just where my body meets my leg. He took his mouth and pressured the skin just next to the lips. Then he took the lips in turn and kissed and sucked on them, too.

I was dying to have him take my clit in his mouth. I was so turned on by this time that I was sure it would be a matter of 1,
2, 3 and I'd be blasting off into a sonic boom of an orgasm. But he just kept working the edges, swelling the swollen even more. Occasionally, he would flick my throbbing erection with his tongue or pause to suck it into his mouth but he didn’t apply any pressure or begin any rhythm.

I began to whi
mper with need. "Please, please . . ." I thrashed my head from side to side, suddenly more aware than ever that I couldn't see him or what he was doing to me.

"Please what, my sweet, tasty Raina?" he asked from between my legs.

"Fuck me Tristan, now. Enter me. I can't wait any longer."

"I think you can."

He started to work on my clit, but too slowly and softly to push me over. I tried to grind myself into him harder, to get the pressure I wanted, but he deflected my effort.

"Tristan, please. You're driving me crazy."

"Tell me."

I could hear the huskiness in his voice. I knew my arousal pleased him. I knew that, if I could see his eyes, they would be half-hooded and clouded with desire for me. "Now. I want your cock in me. I don't want to wait
to fuck you. Now!"

"Listen to yourself," he whispered in my ear as he positioned his body over mine. "Listen to what a demanding horny bitch you've become, my Queen." He growled with special emphasis on the 'horny bitch' part and returned to pure honey on 'my Queen'. I loved the sound of that--Tristan King's queen.

His cock was just at my entrance and he moved his hips so that the head slid back and forth over my slick folds. I opened my legs wide and urged him into me. He filled me with a slow smooth thrust. The pure sensation of joining body to body, engulfed us both.

Moving ever so slowly, Tristan began to
stroke inside me. He positioned himself high against my pubic bone, over me, rather than deep within me. I wrapped my legs around him and rocked against him.

"That's the way, concentrate on getting that clit massage
d . . ."

The base of his cock and the angle of his bone against mine had zeroed in on my needy erection perfectly. I began to push back against him each time he reached the apex of his shallow stroke
. He breathed encouragement to me.

"It's all yours, baby. Your cock, for just your pleasure. Show me how good it feels."