Page 73 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
Playing with her, I let my fingertip circle the sensitive peak of her sex then slide past it to caress the wet folds.
I lifted my head from her breast. “Know what I’m painting now, Scarlett?”
She shook her head, her breath shuddering. “What?”
“My masterpiece. I’m going to call itRhapsody in Scarlett. People will come from all over the world to see it, collectors will clamor to get it for themselves. They’ll offer their fortunes to have it. But I’ll tell them it’s part of a private collection. Mine.”
I slipped a finger inside her, and her inner muscles clenched around it, causing me to inhale a sharp breath. “All mine.”
Withdrawing the finger, I finger-painted her slick outer folds then her clit, using soft flicks and nudges circling steadily, while my tongue painted circles on her sensitive nipples.
I could tell my work of art was almost complete when her knees drew up and her back arched. She pushed her bare feet against the mattress, pressing herself into my hand, wanting more stimulation, seeking more complete contact.
Her hips rocked up and she started a chant ofyes, please, oh yes.
My dick strained against my pants, furious to be trapped in a cage of confining fabric when there was a hot, wet woman nearby begging to be satisfied.
I ignored it, continuing to paint dirty pictures between Scarlett’s legs.
When she came it was wild and loud and utterly fantastic. Her hips bucked and her mouth opened in a silent scream followed by an audible one. I was grateful Vivi’s room was at the other end of the very long hallway and that the mansion was built of solid marble and limestone.
Just in case, I muffled her screams with my mouth, kissing her and kissing her as the ecstasy moved through her body and left her limp and glowing beneath me.
When she opened her eyes, they were shining.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow is right. I love making you come.”
She smiled so big it was almost a laugh. “You are averygood artist.”
“Thank you. You’re an excellent muse.”
Rolling onto her side, Scarlett reached for my pants, opened my button and zipper, and delved a hand inside, palming my cock and then stroking me.
“My turn.”
I hissed a breath between my teeth, loving the way she touched me. She was confident about it,knowingI loved it. In fact, I was loving it a little too much.
I folded my fingers around hers, removing her hand and standing at the side of the bed to step out of my pants and underwear.
She watched me do it, her blue eyes widening and filling with anticipation at the sight of my unrestrained hard-on.
I loved the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, the way she so clearly wanted me. I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick got even harder.
She slid back on the bed and let her legs fall open.
Fuck.
There was literally no where else in the world I wanted to be. I climbed over her, almost in disbelief that this was my life, that I was this lucky.
Scarlett stared up into my eyes and reached up to stroke my abdomen and sides in a clear invitation I was so ready to accept.
I wasn’t in the mood to go slow this time.
Positioning myself against her, I pushed inside her tightness and heat, and she moaned, her face blissed out. She looked so sexy with that half-lidded smile it was almost enough to make me come then and there.
Of course I wasn’t going to let that happen. My new mission in life was to give this woman as many orgasms per day as possible.
