Page 83 of The Billionaire

“Opps, sorry about that.” He laughed. “I pushed the wrong button.”

He pushed another button and my separated legs were now bent slightly, elevated in a comfortable resting position. My pussy’s swollen throbbing lips were separated and my thong now rested between them, causing friction to lightly touch my begging mound. I squirmed feeling all worked up and ready to explode.

He trailed his fingers over my thighs again. This time, letting his fingers trail along my delicate inner thighs, trailing right under the upper thigh down to my knee.

I clenched in desire for what was to come and my nipples hardened.

He continued this stroking as I lay there enjoying the pleasant feel, the slightest touch causing my bubbling desire to explode; and wanting him.

At another push of a button, I now felt a slight vibrating sensation massaging my entire body from head to toe. It felt so nice and relaxing. I couldn’t help but laugh at the creation of the now apparent sex chair.

Satin tie was laced around my free arm. I watched him lace tie after tie from my wrist up to the top of my lower bicep. One after the other, he tied a knot, and then another and another until he made his way to my legs and did the same…he laced them to the top of my knee.

“And now my dear…”

I smiled at him as he restricted my last limb.

“Mmm…yummy.” I said as I lay my head back. He took a seat near the foot of the bed, a loose sheer cabana drape flowed against the back of his neck.

I lay there with intense throbbing and my breath was elevating.

He pushed a button on a cordless remote and my legs were slowly inched wider and they stopped as I lay completely spread eagle.

I lifted my head off the table. “What do you have going on here, mister?”

He stroked his bottom jaw as he placed a digital clock next to him on the side table and I saw the seconds quickly go by. I thought about the women on the first floor and wondered if they were still at it.

He stood up and strolled over to me with a look of concentration as he took one of my arms and lightly trailed his fingers alone the inner portion of my arms, it was so sensitive. With the touch of another button, the upper part of the chair declined and I was nearing a very low lounging angle. The perfect pool lounging angle.

He kissed me hard and passionate—one of those kisses that reminded me the way he kisses me down below. He sucked on my bottom lip and toyed with my gums. He left me breathless as I lifted my head for more.

He trailed his fingers down my sternum and across the lace of my bra. My nipples begging to be touched. He slowly trailed down below my stomach, over my hipbone and directly over the thin fabric covering my eagerly pounding pussy.

His fingers trailed over my very swollen clit and just at the touch of him, my hips bucked slightly at the natural reaction for wanting more.

I looked at the time. It read 10:54:32.

He trailed his fingers down my inner thighs and did it all over again. My collarbone, my nipples, my stomach, my hip bones, my engorged pussy, my inner thighs.

And he did it one more time.

He pushed another button on the remote and my legs began closing in slow motion. This slow movement made my pussy keenly aware of every feeling possible. The way my pounding aching inner walls drummed with a dull longing to be filled. My legs were now together and I felt my swollen lips pounding, vibrating and feeling each other and the thin fabric of my lace thong that now was bunched in one line that teased every centimeter of my mound. I was so horny, so turned on, so swollen that just the touch from my fabric in that right place would get me off.

If we would just touch me now!

He trailed his fingers over the top of my bra and let the pads drape lightly over the lace. Whenever he would land on my hardened nipple, he’d swirl his finger slowly in a small circle over the nipple. As he drew the small circle lightly, he’d draw it faster and a bit faster and I noticed my breathing caught and chills flooded up my neck and down my spine.

I longed so badly just for him to touch me skin to skin.

The clock read 11:00:42—6 minutes of tease—and I wondered how long this charade was going to last! I was going crazy with wanting to be undressed and touched and my swelling pussy was growing impatient too.

I wondered when he was going to open my legs again because that pounding was growing to an aching intense longing to be released!

He trailed his fingertips once again down to the top of my panties and traced the top and the outline that sit below my pelvic and low hips. He traced back and forth, back and forth until finally he lowered down just to the top of where my queen longed to be polished, to be touched. And he lightly started diving down in between my tight legs and drawing up with his finger, drawing up again, and drawing up again as a light sigh escaped my lips.

He pushed a button and my legs, slowly this time, started opening as he continued the slow drawing up over my panties. The sensation of the cool ocean breeze against my ever growing widening pussy, and with the lightest touch of this finger, I felt an orgasm rising and this was first for me—to be stimulated to coming through my panties.

I was dripping with hot need. My swollen lips now were engorged over my thong to the point that the thong itself began a little camel toe action and I was spasming like crazy. Then, he let the slightest of peaks with his pointer finger fill my swollen lips and he explored all the silky folds. My ample juices provided crazy lubrication only adding to my sensitivity and pleasure.

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