Page 27 of The Billionaire

Then, he was gone. He was off of me.

Those five seconds of silence felt an eternity.

I heard a drawer open and the flicker of a match. Moments later, I smelled the warm cinnamon smelling of burning incense or a candle. I inhaled deeply until a sudden buzzing made me jump.

Was that . . . ?

I heard him laugh a small chuckle as I heard the removal of his clothes fall on the floor. The need for him swelled and swelled. Suddenly, I felt his warm, luscious lips and his thick wet tongue at the bottom of my stomach kissing in small circles.

He made his way to my hipbone once more as his hands propped up my knees spreading my humming eager juicy folds. I went wildly wet with anticipation. A lubricated, buzzing thick vibrator entered into my delicate chamber and I coiled with delight. He moved it deeply within me and I felt it automatically find that magical spot.

He kept kissing my hipbone and his hot tongue trailed down to the sensitive skin of my upper thigh, right along the folds of my labia lids and I twisted and turned, squirming in pleasure. He then found my place again with his warm mouth.

I cried out in blind pleasure. I never wanted this night to end!

This man! The way he made my body respond . . . was just too amazing.

Too amazing but oh so good!

I convulsed into spasms as the inevitable orgasm was already coming as his tongue rolled in slow steady motions over my begging clit. Around and around, to the left and to the right, his tongue laped. There was no stopping!

There was no stopping until he removed the object and his tongue at just the right time before I came.

It was such a tease.

I heard the foreign object drop on the wood floor and felt the bed beneath me shift from the weight of his body, the warmth of his body covering me.

Instinctively I reached to touch him, to pleasure him, to grab his throbbing thick member but my hands were tied. I was just about to sigh when I felt his tip on the bottom of my pouty lip.

I opened my mouth like a baby begging to be fed and finally felt his gorgeous Johnson in my mouth and I welcomed him deep within as he moaned above me. It wasn’t a forced fuck, but a gentle, letting me suck him and pleasure him at my own discretion.

I hadn’t gone down on my old boyfriend very much. He felt like it was degrading for women. So I never got much practice in. But now, here on this night, in this room, in this magical sexual place, filled with such a desire to please him, I took him all the way into my mouth and felt him touch the back of my throat.

I sucked in deep and let my lips touched the hanging of his balls. He pulled out as I lifted my head in effort to repeat the pleasure for him. In and out I sucked hard and lavishly made love to his marvelous dick.

The way he even smelled down there was rich! It was luxurious and I wanted all of him!

He grunted and sighed.

“God, McKenzie, do they have classes in Texas or something. You are something else. I guess everything is bigger and better down there.” He moaned and I smiled wickedly on the outside at being able to please him in such a way.

He finally pulled out and I was out of breath, panting. Just as I caught my breath, I felt him enter me and I cried out. Again, I tried to reach out to him, to drape my hands over his strong neck, to stroke his face, to run my fingers through his hair, but I clenched my fist as he bore deep with in me. My slippery swollen clitoris rubbed once again against his rock hard abs.

The weight of his sweaty body in complete control over me was so thrilling and exciting that after just a few moments of him over me, exerting his power, strength, and sex, I came. The inner walls within clinched tightly as I came down from my release.

His beautiful rhythm in sync with mine, as he came long and hard. It sounded so beautiful. So romantic. I had never been so proud to hear a man come because of me than in this moment. I felt him release inside of me as he grunted long and hard.

Even though in the beauty and excitement of the release and in the aftermath of fulfilling my fantasy, an aching developed inside of me. A longing for him. A realization, a wondering if I would ever be with him again. I had to be with him again. This was too wonderful. Too amazing. Too perfect to only experience one night. But even it was, the memory was lush enough to last a lifetime.

But I didn’t want it to be just enough to carry me through a life that he belonged in.

He collapsed on top of me and I could barely breathe but it was exactly what I wanted. Him.

What was happening to me? Strings of attachment were sown rampant between us and there was no lessening them.

He let out a long sigh as he kissed me on my neck.

“How was it?” He breathlessly asked. “Everything you ever imagined?”

---