C1 Prologue

Prologue

18th FEBRUARY

06:30 pm

Today is the first day of my life to attend a function, filled with dignitaries and all the wealthy people from around the country, Men and women of timber and caliber, the whole hall is permeated with the scents of power brokers, stylish, talented, witty you name it people whose appearance commands respect. Except for being a waitress for a top-notch restaurant or an errand girl for an event planning business. Nothing in the world will journey my imagination into the fantasy of being in such an event. But for my newfound Love, I am dressed in expensive wear to fit the function and have been severally complemented by Castro's friends and Business partners since arrival.

The whole hall is quiet as the master of the ceremony takes the podium to list out the activities on the bulletin which has been distributed on a kindle to every table, leaving

two persons to one. The event seems like a date, as compared to other dinner parties almost everyone had a date, and each couple to a table well decorated with a vase of beautiful roses with champagne, red wine, and bottled water.

He looks directly to our table taking a careful inspection of my dressing as he ushers Castro to the stage as the Man of the event. I felt so shy as He locks his arm over mine and gently walks up to the stage to take charge of the podium...

Fast forward to the end of the events. We drove out to Castro's Hotel, being the gentleman he has always been, He takes Me by the hand and gives a gentle kiss on the back of my hand as he carefully leads me to the glass doors of the magnificent hotel of New York City. Tony is seated with some men dressed in black, One of which stares at me restlessly, with a returning stare from me, our eyes lock as he stutters “H..e..l.l..o... Nelly” Castro interrupts with guilt in his voice “ He is Raymond, the guy from one of our Hotels in Kentucky and the others are his Colleagues from our other business outlets” I don't know if to believe his statements or not but they felt like lies to me. I was suspicious as to why Raymond knew my name and his sudden looks and the resemblance to my fiance. I excused myself using the lift straight to the penthouse leaving Castro behind. He rushes to stop the lift yelling " Nelly, Nelly, Nell..”I could see the rage in his eyes and veins protruding around his neck with the transparent lift elevating, fear grips my heart, my palm and feet becoming cold. But his prior actions set me on the defensive. Using either the stairs or lift minutes later Castro is by the door while being partly undressed staring at me with this dear devil's look. I try to turn away before his strong hands tenderly stroke down my back to my arse, learning my undiscovered, erogenous zones, beneath the sheer fabric of my lace knickers. I glide my arms over his shoulders, and my legs automatically clinch his waist. Frantically, my mouth moves with his as his erection throbs at my core, pressing deliciously against my wet heat.

His lips warm mine with fervor, and my mouth parts to give him full, unrestricted access. Accepting my invitation, the muscle of his tongue swipes fluidly against mine. The noises escaping from his throat encourage me, and I match him audibly with every stroke.

My mind is disseminated with abandon, my body fulfilling many unbridled fantasies I’d had about this moment for so long, but never dared to believe one day it would materialize. I moan into his mouth, preoccupied with all the things I want to do to him - and what I want him to do to me.

The air around us shifts, and he directs us back to the bed. From the corner of my eye, I can see the twinkling lights of New york outside, but I’m too far gone in my heightened sexual state to tell him to draw the curtains. I’m no exhibitionist, but suddenly, I feel more exposed than ever. Sensing my fears, his lips move to my ear, licking the delicate skin beneath it. My body heat goes up a notch when a stream of warm breath touches my neck. “Nobody can see us up here, baby.”

His tongue outlines the cartilage of my ear, before nipping my lobe. I moan in desperation, while one hand travels from my behind to my mid-back. His nimble fingers skim across my stomach, and I stifle a giggle as he fumbles and curses, trying to locate my bra fastener. I recognise his frustration and decide to end his misery.

“It's at the front,” I tell him breathlessly. His eyes glint wickedly before they grow darker.

With one last kiss to my lips, he works his own over my chin, sucking at the curve underneath as he moves towards my neck. I tip my head back slightly, giving him more room for manoeuvre. It isn’t a selfless act; this alone has the power to make me unravel spectacularly.

He resumes his journey south, making the most of every inch of bare skin along the way. His lips leave my body until they no longer touch me, and it’s just his tongue, taking long licks from my neck to my collarbone. My legs spasm impossibly harder with the pleasure of each small conquest. He growls out several times, and my limbs grip and release him continually. I’m desperately trying to achieve something more and hold on to rational thought simultaneously.

He finally reaches the valley between my breasts, and places a simple kiss just above my central bra fastener. His midnight blues reflect in mine, piquing my attention, anticipating his next move. He grins, taking the plastic clasp between his teeth. Mesmerised by the sight of him, he snaps it, and my breasts bounce free from their confines. I watch as the fabric falls and languishes at the sides of my rib cage. He leans forward, forcing me to lean back, as he openly peruses me, before peeling the obliterated bra down my arms. I observe his actions, helplessly enraptured, until he throws it to the floor like a used tissue.

Amid desire intoxicating me, infusing my mind, and holding me prisoner, it takes long minutes to register that his knee is now nestled between my legs, close to my sex. I brace one leg to steady myself, keeping the other curled around his calf. His thigh shifts, causing mine to spread wider. Completely exposed to his lustful gaze, a flood of heady sensation develops between my spread limbs. I accept his solicitation, rocking my hips up, rubbing myself on his thigh.

“All in good time, baby.” He repositions me as per his choice. Assessing me, admiring me. Inside, all I want to do is cover myself, but I resist the urge because he makes me feel something I can’t openly admit to. Yet.

“Castro...”

I stretch my hand up to him, and his body looms over mine. The hardness of him makes me react further, and I feel my knickers becoming undeniably wet. Talented hands tease up and down my centre, from sternum to groin, over and over. His eyes are filled with unspoken questions; questions of what he will do to me, or questions of whether I will let him. I gauge his expression with an open mind. I allowed him to take control last night. I allowed him to take me to a place I didn’t think I would ever be able to feel comfortable in. But I’m glad I did. It was amazing, and I want more of whatever he is willing to give me.

The sound of fabric stretching catches my attention. Looking down at my hips, the flimsy material that was once my knickers are being torn clean from my body. He holds up the shredded remains of the lace, and his eyes convey mischief, whilst a boyish smile creeps lazily over his lips. I can't help but reciprocate the look when he tosses my shredded underwear aside.

“We won’t be needing those again tonight,” he states proudly.

I continue to watch, holding myself up on my elbows, while he nudges my thighs again. He closes his eyes and breathes in, sighing out content through his nose. A shudder ripples through me as his lids open; his pupils are dilated and irrefutably heavy.

I let out a shocked yelp when he pulls me down the bed by the backs of my knees and adjusts his position in anticipation. A flush of heat surges through me, and I stare up at the ceiling, my mind speculating wildly at what is finally going to be a reality. I can feel his breath on me, and I know he won’t make me wait. Hopefully.

I cry out the instant his teeth drag across the overly sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He soothes the area with warm, wet kisses, and my body clenches anxiously, silently demanding more. I raise my hips up, showing him what I want.

Instead of reciprocating, he chuckles softly, gliding his body up mine, until we are eye to eye again.

“Greedy girl. All good things come to those who wait,” he admonishes playfully, wrapping my hair around his fist.

“I'm through waiting, ple-” His finger over my mouth scuppers my impending begging. He rolls his eyes, and I brazenly roll my hips up to him.

His mouth smashes against mine, and I grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh for leverage. He kisses me so hard, I fear my lips may bruise from the invasion. His hands support my head firmly in place, just the way he likes, as he continues to plunder and ravish my mouth. One hand tightens in my hair again, holding my head from behind, whilst he brings himself over my breast. His talented fingers roll my nipple until it forms a hard tip. Circling it leisurely, his mouth swallows my moans. My body temperature begins to rise, and he slowly trails his other hand over me, seeking out my neglected nipple. Again, he rolls, pinches, and nips, until, it too, peaks to the point of pleasurable pain. He ventures lower, leaving my mouth both breathless and empty. His tongue draws wet circles repeatedly as the heat builds rapidly. His lips graze around my areola, sucking with such rigour, my hand pressures the back of his head. I don’t want him to move, it’s too incredible for words. Knowing I’m enjoying this, he gives me a little smirk and grunt, then switches sides again. Fingering my sucked nipple, the moisture from his mouth encourages the tangible pulse originating from deep within. I arch into him, as he sucks and nips relentlessly.

With his free hand, a fingertip runs the length of my middle, stopping and circling my belly button, before dropping further down. Cupping my sex, my body bows harder, and my hips roll in desperation against his hand.

“Ah, God!” I scream out.

My eyes flutter open and shut, feeling his fingers memorizing my shape. His hand leaves me temporarily, until I feel a finger circle and linger at my opening. I rock my hips up again, thus assisting in its insertion. I moan with approval, and slowly, he starts to fill me, his finger working in my wet heat with determination.

Due to my earlier confession, I expected him to treat me like glass, but he doesn’t. He isn't rough in the slightest, just extremely sure of what he can do, and I’m grateful for it.

I tug on the pillows behind me, levitating my back higher. I want to watch him. I want to see everything he does to me. His black, ravenous eyes meet mine from between my thighs. They smoulder undeniably, drenching me more than I ever dreamed possible. His mouth lowers, and I recognise his smirk before his tongue flicks over and over. I cry out, enjoying the way he sucks my nub with determination.

Unlike last night, everything about his conduct today is determined. He is making a statement. He is claiming me.

He extracts his finger, and I stare, automatically licking my lips as he pops it into his mouth. His cheeks flush, and his sparkling eyes glaze over and hood heavily. And it is the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed. With that vision deeply embedded, I wonder what it would be like to reciprocate. The thought sticks in my mind and refuses to budge, and I fear I may come just by thinking about it.

I watch intently, with bated breath, as he rubs down the back of my knees and bends them up slightly. He lets out a pained groan, then lowers his head back to my centre again. My hips elevate in a jerking motion, the instant his tongue slides across my opening again.

“So wet and delicious...and finally all mine.”

The warmth against my folds is taking me over the edge faster than I want it to. His tongue pushes in and out incessantly until my body allows the release I’m concentrating on and craving for. I cry out loud, coming with more force and intensity than I have ever done manually. Instead of stopping, he continues, until I feel the need to push him away to regain some composure, but at the same time, I don’t want to stop this hedonistic sensation from welcoming me into its world again.

Crying out, his tongue eases down and slowly withdraws from me. I throw my arm over my face, attempting to control my breathing. No use, I’m already gone; lost in this crazy passion he is unleashing from the pit of my soul. My heart knows I will never be able to fight him or his intense desire, not even if I wanted to. The result is truly dangerous and truly breath-taking.

The sound of the packet ripping causes my eyes to open wide, and I throw my arm down and stare at him.

“Castro, I don’t think I can.” I know I definitely can’t withstand another one of those orgasms.

“Baby, you can and you will,” he says huskily, before reaching up to kiss me. “I’ll stop if you ask me to. Promise me, you will tell me.” I nod my head, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I promise I will, but I know you won’t hurt me, even if this will be the death of me,” I say flatly, and he chuckles beautifully.

I run my hands up his chest and hold his cheeks in either palm. With his crown ready and waiting at my entrance, he massages my backside. Staring intensely into the eyes penetrating my soul, he eases himself inside, pulling me towards him gently.

We stare at each other as he slides deeper into my depths. The instant reaction is amazing. He feels perfect filling me, even the slight burn is gratifying. I drop my thighs over his arse, letting them linger rather than wrapping them. He reaches forward, effectively climbing up my body. The movement causes him to throb hard inside me, and I quiver against his chest. The back of his hand strokes my cheek and tears of hope build behind my eyes. My heart almost breaks when I see the conflict raging inside his.

“Nelly, I…”

Seeing his uncertainty, and fearful he may end this before it begins, I find my voice again. “Take me, Nelly” I whisper, but he remains still inside my aching core. Unsure what to do, I rub the inside of my thigh against his leg, urging him to move.

“I thought you would never ask,” he sighs out. “But if I hurt you in any way-” I don’t allow him to finish, and quickly press my lips to his to placate him, waiting for him to make me his. I don’t have to wait long until he eventually starts to rotate his hips in a circular motion. I place one hand on his chest and press the other to the headboard, realising I will need the extra support before this journey is through.

His body is rigid; tight against mine, and smooth chest muscles rub my nipples deliciously. One of his hands presses over mine on the leather headboard and the other disappears between us, searching. He plays with me flagrantly, thrusting out to the edge, then sliding back in again. Each time he touches somewhere deeper inside me that intensifies my impending climax.

Enjoying the deep-seated vibrations rocking me internally, I learn that when I raise my hips, they strengthen. I smile to myself with that newly formed piece of education and start to meet him thrust for thrust. He shudders inside me numerous times but never climaxes. I coil my legs around him, encouraging him closer, feeling him elongate deep within. I squeeze as tight as possible, but still can’t seem to get enough.

He pulls up until he is almost kneeling. He grasps me firmly as he positions me and holds me close to him. My chest is hard against his; his heart beating wildly. I’m sat on his thighs, and he’s buried to the hilt. He lifts me and down on his hard, throbbing shaft effortlessly, hitting me deep inside, massaging places I never knew existed. My body stretches the moment he finally groans out and gives in to his release. He comes with a growl, and I feel him jerk inside me. I smile as my own body builds up for the inevitable.

“Come,” he commands me, and I obey with pleasure.

I fall back, curling my fingers into the sheets until they are numb. I’m a little too loud, and I really don’t care. I moan over and over, as the elusive tidal waves of ecstasy carry me away with them. My eyes never deviate from his while he roars out the last of his release. I rejoice he is smiling as we ease down from the most amazing natural high.

My body is tucked against his, and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I can’t help but laugh at the amazing transformation I’ve undergone in the last seven days. My one and only past experience didn’t give me much hope for a future, or even the ability to perform even the most innocent of sexual acts, but I love this feeling and the hum rolling through me. I love it even more with a man who enjoys giving it to me. Or maybe it’s just the man himself that makes me feel this way?

“Did I hurt you?” His fingertip grazes the skin between my breasts. His look of contentment makes me happy.

“No, you feel amazing. You made me feel amazing.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, not even close. Trust me?” He grins like a naughty schoolboy, and I smile and lift my brows in over-exaggeration. I have no time to catch my breath, as he leans over and rolls us until I am on top.

Looking at the ruffled bedsheets to see where I can find leverage, I baulk. “Castro, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I mutter, a little embarrassed and a lot worried. I know my inexperience will be hideously apparent this way. He grips my waist and guides me onto him. He lifts me up and down, studying me with such veneration, I feel my heart pound frantically. He holds my body gently, his large hands guiding me, until I find my own unique rhythm. Circling my pelvis on his centre, his breath lapses momentarily.

“That's it, baby,” he groans out, relaxing his hands on my hips. “Ride me.”

Lying on top of Castro I watch, satisfied, at the rise and fall of his chest with each intake of breath. I trace every hard line from his waist up, committing to memory every ridge and flaw. Damn, he is beautiful. Even I’m not oblivious to the realisation that I am in imminent danger of falling too fast, too soon. I’ve never believed you can fall in love at first sight, and I don’t know if I am, but the things I’m feeling for this incredible man have started to make me question my own better judgement.

“Penny for your thoughts, my love?” he murmurs quietly in my ear, kissing my neck. “Just thinking.” “About?”

“You. Me. This. Us. Plenty going on up here.” I point to my head, and he chuckles against my throat.

His fingers start to draw long fluid lines up and down my spine. The gentleness of his touch induces a shiver to build and run under my skin in time with his caress. His hand drifts lower and kneads my behind softly. I gaze at his dark head of hair and sigh in relief. Closing my eyes, I never want to let this feeling go.

For the first time in my adult life, I am just happy to feel something with another human being. I’ve never managed to get close to someone before. My fear of being hurt has never allowed me to. So to be here, bare in his arms, is a breakthrough. It might not have been the way most first times - or second times, in my case - happen, but to me it was perfect, and I wouldn’t change it even if I could.

I gently nuzzle against him, and he lifts his head, holding my gaze with his. I still, and apprehension grips me when his finger dips down between my cheeks and strokes around my backside. My eyes widen in astonishment, but I don’t say a word.

His finger continues to move around the area, and I shut off completely. I honestly don’t know if I am able to let him do that to me, not this soon anyway. My reaction causes his jaw to tighten, and the veins in his neck start to bulge out. I place my finger over his mouth the same time his lips begin to part. I refuse to break eye contact with him, until my mobile rings from somewhere on the floor, puncturing our beautiful post-coital silence.