Page 51 of Below Deck Billionaire
He shifted then, and Tiffany was so boneless she fell back against the mattress as he knelt between her thighs, reached under her shirt and dragged her underwear down, stripping it off one leg and leaving it dangling around the other ankle.
Pushing her shirt up to just under her chin, he exposed her to his view, his nostrils flaring as his gaze flicked to meet hers. ‘I’ve been dreaming about this moment ever since I woke to find you gone all those months ago.’
Tiffany swallowed. She’d been dreaming about this too. Him above her, his eyes raking over her body like it was his own personal playground and he had an all-access pass.
‘Spread your legs,’ he commanded, blue eyes burning, the roughness of his voice thickening his accent. ‘I want to look at you.’
Her mouth dry as toast, her pulse an erratic drumbeat through her ears, Tiffany did exactly as he asked, easing her legs apart, conscious that his gaze was drifting down. Down, down, down. Zeroing in on the hot, liquid slipperiness between her legs, his eyes lingering on the dampness of her inner thighs before drifting back to her core.
His eyes devoured the sight. ‘You are so fucking wet,’ he muttered, his voice somehow filthy and reverent at the same time.
Tiffany couldn’t speak at all as he stared at her, her hands gripping the sheets as she fought the urge to roll her hips in wanton invitation. After several screamingly long moments of nothing but Theo looking at her, the thread of her patience snapped.
‘Shall I start without you?’ she demanded, untangling her fingers from the sheet and sliding them to her clit, which spasmed at the touch, causing her breath to hitch.
Theo snatched at her hand, reefing it away. ‘Nuh uh.’ His eyes blazed a warning. ‘Mine.All mine.’
At any other time, a man making such a possessive claim would have had Tiffany using several of those words she’d learned far too young on an outback cattle station, but right now she was prepared to surrender all her agency to have Theo Callisthenes looking at her pussy like itwashis and his alone.
He lowered himself, settling on his belly between her thighs, his face hovering mere centimetres from her slick folds as he pushed her legs wider, tossing one over his shoulder. Tiffany held her breath for one beat, two, as he looked his fill again, clearly relishing the closer view before his mouth touched down.
‘Ohhhh…’ she moaned as his tongue swiped right up her centre straight to the hard bullet of her clit, sending spirals of pleasure along muscle fibres that tightened deep inside her belly. And when his hands smoothed up her body to each claim a breast, his fingers pincering the nipples simultaneously, it wrenched a gutturalfuuuckfrom her throat.
Tiffany felt like she was falling and flying at the same time, and she ploughed the fingers of one hand into his hair and twisted, holding him there as he wreaked havoc, desperately needing a connection to keep her grounded.
If it hurt – and it must have hurt – he didn’t mention. He just hummed appreciatively as he licked and sucked, swirled and lashed, all while he squeezed and released her nipples in rhythmic pulses, catapulting Tiffany so quickly and thoroughly to orgasm it felt like he’d rewired her entire brain.
‘Theo,’ she cried out, her back arching as the building wave morphed in a flash from a pinprick of light into a starburst of sensation, hurtling her through a cosmic vortex of pleasure that swirled and spun and twisted, bucking through her body in ripples that intensified until she was moaning and thrashing against the bed.
His elbows clamped tight around her hips, keeping her in place as his relentless tongue drove her orgasm right to the edge of her consciousness where everything was hazy and indistinct before it started to fade, and he gentled his stimulus to long lazy swipes of his tongue and light swirling caresses around her nipples that eased her back to earth.
Tiffany was panting hard, her pulse still a water hammer through her system as she slowly came back to herself and her surroundings. She was aware of her fingers still twisted in the silken strands of his hair, the weight of her leg still thrown over his shoulder and the warmth of his breath as he nuzzled her inner thighs.
‘Hey,’ he murmured, his lips bussing the sensitive flesh. ‘How you doing up there?’
Tiffany gave a half laugh as she raised her head off the bed, and he looked up, their gazes meeting over the top of her still-quivering body. ‘I think I just touched the face of God.’
Theo chuckled a very smug chuckle. She knew the man’s ego didn’t need any more compliments, but it had been a transcendent experience, and she believed in giving credit where credit was due. ‘You’re welcome.’ He grinned as he withdrew his hands, dragging her shirt down with him. Easing her leg from his shoulder, he nuzzled his way back up her body, resuming his position behind her as he slid an arm around her waist and spooned her close.
He was still hard as a rock, his erection settling between the cleft of her buttocks, prodding Tiffany out of her post-orgasmic glow.
That had to hurt.
She rocked back against him, smiling to herself as he groaned and tightened his arms around her. She did it again and his low, ‘Stop that,’ made her smile harder.
‘I can return the favour,’ she suggested, hormones that had been drunk on satiation seconds ago perking up again.
‘Sex ban,’ he grunted.
‘No rules against blow jobs,’ she reminded him, rocking again.
‘Yeah… but I know how you and me work. If you so much as breathe on my cock I’m going to want to sink inside that pussy I just ate out.’
Tiffany drew in a ragged breath at the startling visual. She wasn’t smiling any more because, bloody hell – she wanted him sinking into her, too.
‘Now, quit moving and go to sleep,’ he ordered.
Sleep? He had to be joking. With his admission over how little control he felt around her? And the echo of her orgasm still glowing in all her pleasure receptors? And another kind of glow, a different kind. In her chest. Glowing away at how good it felt to sleep with him cocooned around her like this. How right.
