Page 46 of Beauty and the Billionaire

But he was brave, too. In searching for the highest pleasure I could offer, he lifted himself higher and leaned against me, taking me deeper into his body and holding his breath until Iknew that every trace of pain was gone. All of him relaxed again, warmth welcoming my cock as I slid deeper into him.

Zain’s fist was closed tightly on the small of his back. It relaxed now as I put my other hand on his hip and held him in the proper position, swinging my hips slowly back and forth and letting him get used to the sensation.

I watched the muscles of his back ripple as he took me deeper in. He lifted his torso and punched his free fist into the mattress, gritting his teeth and panting while I fucked him. Beads of sweat collected on his back as we worked together for mutual pleasure. My hips swayed slowly, then faster, testing his limits in this delicate dance we danced.

His eagerness won over his inexperience. It made up for any seeming lack of knowledge, as it always would. He didn’t need to know the particular ways of moving his body or some specific positions that would drive me crazy with wanting, so long as he expressed his desires as earnestly and honestly as he did. To see him strain to receive me or lift his head and grunt his pleasure was all I wanted. It was all I needed.

My chest tightened as I let go of his wrist and dragged my hands up his back, over his shoulders, and wrapped them around his neck. I neither tightened them nor moved them. They rested around his neck firmly, unflinchingly, as the muscles in my abdomen worked to keep me moving.

Our voices, low and high, mixed into a symphony of our own.

Our entire beings moved, connected, and transcended their physical form.

I gently tightened my hold on his neck and lifted Zain up, his torso rising straight as I impaled him on my length. His back pressed against my front; sweat and heat sealed us together, and I wrapped one arm around his tense torso, leaving the other to hold his throat.

Zain’s head fell on my shoulder, and I kissed his cheek.

His hands held on to my arms. Swinging his hips to match my rhythm, Zain thrust his butt against me, taking me in with newfound ease. And I knew he loved this. I knew he was glimmering with pride and confidence that he could do this. I remembered my own first time and the somewhat misguided sense of adulthood that came with knowing I was capable of this.

“Fuck me harder,” he pleaded hoarsely.

My legs rubbed against his, the fabric of my pants caressing him as I picked up my pace. I held back, of course, but I gave him enough intensity in this wandering exploration of physical pleasures that he cried out.

“Just like that,” he begged, clutching my arms so hard that his nails must have left marks on my flesh.

I held him tighter. My own body was out of my control. The oneness with Zain was all I could feel, all I was still aware of. I kissed his cheek, his ear, and his jawline and lost myself in the scent of his washed hair and the gentle, distant scents of sex and lube. I gave myself to the music of his moans and gasps and the intensifying wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

I didn’t stop him when he reached to touch himself. My hand followed his. I wrapped it around his fist and held him tightly and still, ramming myself into him and thrusting his hips forward. His cock pushed through his fist with each move I made, and the tension rising in his body was palpable. It culminated so perfectly in a rising cry of joy, a glorious display of pleasure, and his hot cum spilled on the bed and down the back of my hand.

He shuddered and trembled and moaned as I fucked him, my paces reaching a new high as I neared my climax. The sensation of the hot, wet spill down my fingers was enough to push me near the edge, and I hurried to seize the moment of bliss that was offered to me.

I lifted my left hand, Zain’s cum glistening white all over my fingers, and brought it around his neck to my lips. As I licked it, Zain turned to me, and I brought the fingers to his lips to watch him taste himself. Deviously, deliciously, Zain licked the whiteness off my fingers, and I lost every last ounce of restraint, slamming my lips against his and sharing the flavors of his cum between us.

My dick throbbed hard before I could pull it out and take the condom off. It jerked violently inside Zain’s tightening, pulsing hole, and I filled the condom while grunting and growling hard against his mouth.

The slow, unpredictable journey from a place of innocent beauty to devious desire brought us to a moment of complete unity. And when it was over, this blazing moment in time, I pulled my cock out of him, threw the condom aside, and brought Zain down to lie with me.

I didn’t want to lose him. Not even for a moment. Not even for as long as it took to shower the sweat off our bodies. I didn’t want to part with him just now.

So I held him as we caught our breaths.

Sweat cooled on our bodies, but the fire that had burned in us so hotly still gave off its heat.

“Boyfriend,” Zain whispered, looking at me from beneath those long, dark eyelashes.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck. I didn’t know why. Part of me wanted to hide my face. Part of me was still so desperate to preserve the shards of my heart from any hurt that could come my way that I didn’t want him to see how incapable I was of holding back a smile that one word dragged out of me.

I was happy.

I was so unspeakably happy that it terrified me.

So I kissed his neck and breathed slowly, holding him so tightly that neither of us could move.

Somewhere in this wonderland, we both fell asleep, and the night embraced us gently, taking us slowly to a new and exciting day.

CHAPTER 12

The Day of Reckoning

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