Page 38 of Beauty and the Billionaire

The same sort of pain, as if my body rejected the very idea of moving along with this, spread hotly from my hole.

“Stay like that,” Dominic whispered soothingly. “Just like that.”

I did. The tip of his length was in me, but barely, and I let the pain fade away. It only took a fraction of a second, the hot and brilliant discomfort melting into pure and simple warmth. Dominic pushed himself a little deeper, careful not to hurt me, but I knew we were past that.

Nothing hurt anymore.

Even the memory of the pain was fading into obscurity.

Dominic’s other hand landed on the other side of my head, his hips taking over the work, and he sank into me with such caring gentleness that I would have given him anything he asked of me in that instant.

Our bodies united in a symphony of pleasure as he entered deeper into me. Even now, I could feel myself stretching to embrace him, struggling to contain him, but the stupendous joy of having him in me was far more powerful than anything else I felt.

It was hardly just the physical act that did this to me. It was the merging of bodies and souls, the joining of two into one, that made me gasp for air and lift my arms up to hold on to his biceps. The sensation that we had not just taken our clothes off but all the prejudice and shame we had been taught to wear, that we had shed off the self-consciousness and propriety, that we had turned away from embarrassment and sheepishness in order to reach for something beautiful—that was why tears filled my eyes and why moans rose from my lips.

Dominic fucked me slowly and passionately, each thrust calculated and aimed to heighten the pleasure for both of us. His cock entered me deeper and deeper still, filling me until I felt like I couldn’t possibly take more of him, only to discover that I could.

His grunts met my whimpers and moans as he filled me, the pace increasing steadily, almost unnoticeably, until he was pounding me and sending cries of joy out of me in ripples and bursts. Sweat covered my brow, beads trickling down my spine, and I knew he was covered in perspiration, too. Where his front met my back, pure fire emerged.

Dominic wrapped one arm around my upper chest and shoulders, lifting me off the mattress and pillow, ramming into me with growing urgency.

I wished I had more experience so I could do something to please him more. I wished I knew how to tackle him down and ride him until he lost his mind, but I didn’t. And I was happy to be able to lie still for him and have him in me.

I could tell that he was holding back because it was my first time, but I also knew, from the way he breathed and the way his muscles worked against my back, that he was enjoying having me.

I held on to the arm that was wrapped around me, my torso arching back, my shoulder blades pressed against his chest, and I let myself lose the last semblance of control. My body, strained and exhausted, couldn’t hold back any longer. Each thrust of his cock sliding into my body made my dick rub against the linens, and the effort it had taken me to keep away from the climax was more than I could do.

“Dominic,” I cried. “Fuck…I’m close.”

“Come, baby,” he huffed, ramming into me harder yet still holding back, making me wonder just how much he had to offer. I was sure he could take me to the moon and back, to heaven andhell, if he only let himself be a little more careless. But even so, he had given me the kind of pleasure I had never dreamed of.

My body glimmered with excitement. Tension grew so high that when the orgasm thundered through me, I cried out freely and loudly, sinking my fingernails into his arm and rubbing myself against the bed in the rhythm of Dominic’s movement.

My dick throbbed violently, and cum spilled into a pool of warmth around the tip of my cock, slicking its length as I rubbed through the small puddle of hot wetness.

Dominic fucked me for a minute longer while tingles descended to my feet and rose to my jaw. They spread to the tips of my fingers, intensifying each time Dominic thrust his cock into me. It was a minute that felt like ages. It was the finest, most wonderful minute of my life. As the embers of my climax still glowed, fanned by Dominic’s careful and deliberate movements, I recognized a pit of longing in me, a regret that I had almost given this up for life; at the same time, I saw with incredible clarity how lucky I had been to wait for Dominic to come into my life and give me this.

With shallow breaths and urgent movements, Dominic pulled his cock out, leaving me empty and needy of him, pulled the condom off with a snap, and stroked himself to the end just over my ass. The hot splatter of cum landed over my back and ass, giving me more joy than I ever would have guessed, and Dominic collapsed on top of me, holding me close and still as we caught our breaths.

“This was…” I whispered, but words failed me. I breathed deeply and lay beneath him, enjoying his weight given to me so freely.

When he rolled over, I missed him, but he kissed me quickly on the lips and told me to wait. He went into his bathroom, and I heard the water run. A few moments later, he reappeared with a wet towel and began to wipe my back and butt. “What a messI made,” he said with an unmistakable note of pride. His hand was slow and thorough with the towel, wiping me clear before he nudged me to turn over. When he wiped my softening dick and the puddle in the linens, I looked into his eyes.

Had I truly thought of them as cold not that long ago?

Had I not realized what kind of a man could be looking at me from behind them?

We didn’t speak. Exhaustion set in as much as the lack of anything to say. To tell him he had given me something I had never thought to want seemed superfluous. So I said nothing. But when Dominic carried the towel away and returned to the bedroom, he didn’t wait for me to leave. He joined me in his bed, not quite smiling, and put a hand around me.

Sleep finally embraced me, dreamless and deep and restful, and the warmth I felt through the night was the warmth of his naked body pressed against mine.

CHAPTER 10

A Visit

Dominic

The morning wasclear and bright, sunlight pouring through the large window and bathing us in bright gold hues, but it was Zain’s warmth that woke me up. My mind swam from the dark depths to the bright and easy surface, my eyelids opening easily as if I had had the best night of sleep in my life. The truth was that we had slept little, and the day was still young, judging by the light that kissed Zain’s bare skin.

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