Page 15 of Spring Break with a Billionaire

“Thank you for tonight, Cameron,” she whispers sincerely, her voice barely louder than the waves. “Being with you always feels special.”

I cup her cheek gently, thumb brushing tenderly across her soft skin. “You’re special, Cricket.”

Her eyes soften with warmth, and she rises slightly onto her toes, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to my lips. I savor the moment, hoping desperately for more.

“Goodnight,” she whispers against my lips, but this time, when she starts to pull away, her fingers don’t slip from mine. They linger—tight, warm, trembling slightly.

Her eyes search mine, flickering with something that makes my chest tighten.

“Come inside,” she says, voice hushed but steady, barely louder than the whisper of the ocean behind us. “Please.”

Everything in me stills for a moment. The longing in her voice, the way her eyes soften as she looks at me. It isn’t uncertain. It’s a quiet invitation, layered with nerves and want and something deeper.

I nod once, not trusting my voice, and follow her.

She leads me through the softly lit cottage, her hand still in mine. The space smells like lavender and salt air, and every step makes my heart beat harder in my chest. When we reach her room, she pauses, then turns to face me fully.

“I know this changes things,” she murmurs. “But I don’t want to overthink tonight. I just want you.”

I step closer, cupping her face gently. “You have me.”

She rises onto her toes, and this time our kiss isn’t tentative or polite. It’s a release—hungry, deep, filled with the tension that’s been building since the moment we met. Her lips part, and I kiss her like I’ve wanted to from the start—like I’ve been holding back and can’t anymore. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer, and I don’t hesitate. My hands find her waist, her hips, her lower back, pressing her body to mine as we stumble back toward the bed.

She’s all soft curves and warm skin, and when her dress strap slides down just enough to reveal the barest sliver of her nipple, I lose my breath. Her breasts are full and perfect beneath the thin fabric, and I swear I’ll never forget the way she looks right now—flushed, breathless, radiant. I help her pull her dress over her head, her toned legs brushing against me, and I groan at the sensation.

I lower her gently to the mattress, following her down without breaking contact. She wraps her legs around me, and the feel of her is almost too much. Her hands roam over my back, under my shirt, fingers dragging across skin with a hunger that matches my own.

We move together like we’ve done this before, like our bodies already know the rhythm. Kissing. Pausing. Laughing softly between gasps. Her smile in the dark is brighter than any star I’ve ever seen, and the sound of her moan when I kiss down her neck drives me wild.

There’s no hesitation anymore. Only touch. Only heat. Only us.

I stand and remove my clothing. Her eyes watch every movement of my hands. I don’t miss the widening of her eyes when she sees my cock. He’s hard and angry-looking with pre-cum already dripping from the head.

I climb back onto the bed and remove her panties. The last barrier between our bodies. I run my finger through her slit, finding her soaking.

“You wet for me, angel?” I ask her.

“Yes, it’s just for you,” she responds.

“Good, because you’re mine,” I add before lowering my head between her thighs and getting my first taste of heaven. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

A blush spreads across her body, but I can tell she likes the dirty talk as she pushes her pussy into my face.

I take one finger and spread her lower lips apart. I begin to make love to her with my mouth, my tongue entering her tight hole and then licking my way up to her clit. That tight bundle of nerves standing at attention, begging to be sucked. I insert a finger into her pussy as I suck her clit between my lips.

Instantly, she screams my name, and I feel her come around my finger. I look up at her flushed face and unfocused eyes. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I sit back and pump my cock in my fist a couple of times. “Are you ready for me, angel?”

“Yes, please, Cameron, make love to me.”

That’s exactly what I do, I make love to her like I’ve waited years for this—slow and reverent, then urgent and raw. Her breath hitches when I whisper her name, and when she comes undone beneath me again, her body clinging to mine, I swear I lose myself in her completely.

After, we lie tangled together in the quiet, sweat cooling on our skin, breaths still heavy and uneven.

She traces idle circles on my chest, her cheek resting just over my heart. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I murmur, brushing a kiss into her hair. “It was.”

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