Page 65 of The Billionaire

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Momentslater we were back in our grand suite. It was still in the low 70s outside but he had the fire crackling creating an ambiance of extreme coziness. Next to the fireplace, a plush black sheepskin fur lay.

I was still in my designer gown and he was in his suit.

“Will you be a good girl and go put this on already?” His voice was tender.

I nodded as I bit my lower lip and turned around and walked to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against the wall and sucked in a deep breath. The huge smile on my face was undeniable

I quickly changed out of my dress, letting it fall to my ankles.

I called out, “Do you want my heels still on?”

“You can take them off.”

My toes thanked him majorly!

A buzz of anticipation flooded me. I had seen a new’s special once on CNBC on the study of sex and how more couples today had engaged in anal sex. This possibility had never crossed my conservative sheltered mind. But with him? Oh god, with him anything would be erotic and sexual. Anything would be good. All he had to do was ask and lead.

After freshening up, I stood in front of the mirror decorated with a large gold baroque border and stared at my naked body with the gorgeous set of jewels sitting just above my bare queen V. I turned around to see how it looked over my ass. He was right. It looked spectacular. This instantly gave me confidence. I breathed and tried to calm my heartbeat of rapid anticipation.

My swelling silky folds rubbed against each other as I walked back to him by the fire sending arousal pulsing through my veins. I buzzed all over in need. I was so hot with desire, sweltering with anticipation of the unknown.

“Come here, gorgeous.”

I breathed in and my nipples hardened at the site of him, at the sound of his voice. Loving this good should be illegal. I squealed on the inside thinking how crazy this was that this was my life right now. He lay there on the ground next to a mirror propped up at the back of the bed. A basket of oils in gold bottles I couldn’t read at first glance were in an iron basket.

The fire was crackling and he lay in his boxer-briefs. He had undressed while I was in the restroom. The grin on his face was like a boy who dreamt of being a star pitcher was told he was going to play in Yankee stadium.

“You know I’m crazy about you right? Do you trust me? Do you trust that I know how to make you feel good?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Lie down on your stomach.” He ordered softly as my naked body lay against the soft fur. My sex throbbed in need as the fur tickled my swollen lips. He reached for the basket and I could hear the sound of lotion in his hands as I stared into the fire-logs and the embers in relaxation.

In this moment, I realized I loved being told what to do. This was so much fun not knowing what was going to happen but just trusting. It made sex exciting.

His touch along my back muscles was so relaxing. My body melted into his touch. His thumbs slid down my muscles as his remaining fingers draped along my sides and peeked to touch my stomach. My intimate parts begged for attention as he continued to perform smooth stroke after stroke.

“You should be a mousse. You’re really good.”

“Just wait.”

My Queen of the south begged for attention to the point of going just bonkers.

“Okay.”

His hands then found my plump soft butt cheeks. He massaged deep into the muscle with his thumbs as his fingers generously worked their way to my hip muscles. He continued this again, his thumbs at the bare bottom of my plump cheeks, running along the muscle, over the top and down the sides. Slowly. Deeply. Hypnotically. He worked his magic for a few more minutes as I was lost in my thoughts staring into the fire.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me babe.” He joked.

“Oh, trust me. I couldn’t with the need you create in me.” Shit. Did I just confess that?

He laughed, “Oh that’s what I want to hear. Music to my ears.”

My ass cheeks were gently separated more as this spread wide my glistening folds, heightening the need to be filled. My dewy need for him throbbed like the loudest drum, vibrating into my ears and temples. He lifted my hips a bit as his fore fingers gave my swollen nob a little attention, which she was very grateful. I let out a sigh as one hand played a little and another warm, lubricated finger gently slid slowly and carefully over and in my backdoor opening. It was warm and it felt instantly numbing. I let out a sigh as both spots were being stimulated by his gorgeous fingers.

“That’s it baby, relax.”

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