Page 73 of The Billionaire

“Depends.”

He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink.

“Craziest thing you’ve done?”

“Define crazy.”

“Okay, out of this world.”

“You and me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know how to get right into a woman’s panties, don’t you?” I teased. “No, really. Tell me. I’m curious to know—how does the rich elite have sex? I mean, besides at the club. Because something tells me it sure ain’t the missionary position now is it?” I winked.

He laughed and squeezed my thigh, the touch sending an instant reminder of missing his tongue and the way he tickled my inner thighs with his tongue and wet lips.

“Come on, babe. Don’t act like we are from two separate worlds. I had the same upbringing as you.”

I ignored answering that. I wanted to tell him we were in fact from different worlds now. A whole decade lived in his twenties, I went through puberty and survived hell in high school.

The closest to crazy I witnessed were my undergrad ways with Shelly at the sorority parties she drug me to. And of course, the elite sex club. And that was pretty different.

“Okay, do you really want specifics?”

I nodded and even as I did, I couldn’t banish it away but I felt the buzz awaken in my inner walls, and they clenched in desire to know in more ways than one. I felt myself growing wet with desire, with the ever-encompassing need to know.

“I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“How about I show you? Remember our little agreement last night? You said you liked being told what to do?”

“Okay.” I felt excitement surface throughout my body, sending ripples of chills across my skin.

“Tonight, you will see. But first…there is a spectacular waterfall calling our name and calling all clothes to come off.”

“Ohhhh…” I smiled and clinked his flute with my own. “I like that calling.”

We both finished our flutes and he tossed them into the basket. We both laughed like school children, not having a care in the world as we undressed. I nearly fell with the unsteadiness of the rocks and from the light champagne buzz creeping in.

“Careful there.” He steadied my fall as he was just down to his boxers.

I was down to my sports bra and thong as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs again around his waist. He was so strong! My sex throbbed, yawning to touch that punishing swollen dick of his, skin-to-skin, face-to-face, love-mate to love-mate.

He kissed me hard, exploring deeply into my mouth, his tongue draping across my bottom lip and up against my smooth teeth and gums.

“Are you sure this is safe?” I said woozily and playfully as I freed myself from his grasp, not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to save my body from dozens of bruises if we fell against the rocks.

He freed my busty breasts from the sports bra and tossed it on the rocks as his hands caressed them and twisted one of my nipples.

Okay, who cares about safety. This feels too damn good!

I closed my eyes and sighed as I fell once again into his hard chest. I could never grow tired of his touch.

I reached down and removed his boxers, his Johnson springing free, proud, eager, and ready for the next adventure.

I shimmied out of my thong as he reached for my hand.

“Okay, follow me.”

And there we went, naked, in the middle of the rain forest in Maui in his private estate, and were off to make love under the rainfall.

The waterfall gushed beside us with misty water floating in the air kissing our bare skin as the trailing water brook along the rocks provided the most beautiful symphony I had ever made love to. Every once in a while, a bird called out and sang to another who replied with a sweet echoing chirp.

As he sat down on the sand that led up to a natural rock enclave behind us, he sat down and wrapped me around him; he knew this was my favorite position. I didn’t need any foreplay; my tingly pussy already was spasming with desire to be filled once again.

As his smooth member entered me deeply, and as my puffy swollen clitoris pleasure center found it’s favorite landing strip on the base of his lower abs—she was ready for her diamond to be shined and polished again all sparkly and bright. And there we were, in our already familiar rhythm of making love.

As we continued this familiar intoxicating rhythm, I couldn’t help but wonder in sultry anticipation of the erotic adventure he had yet to show me later tonight.

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