Page 44 of Dating the Billionaire
She sprawled across his chest, where she attacked the buttons on his shirt, pulling them free so she could part the material and push it from his shoulders. He caught her wrists in his hands, and she expected him to slow her down as he had that first time.
But his need must have matched hers, because he moved his hands from her wrists to her hips, and he pulled up her dress and pulled aside her panties. Then he unzipped his pants and released his cock. Within seconds he had it sheathed in latex and then inside her.
She gasped as he filled her.
“Too fast?” he asked. “Aren’t you ready?”
“I am always ready for you,” she assured him, arching and shifting—taking him deeper inside her. She’d never reacted to anyone the way she had him. While she’d enjoyed sex, she had never come as easily or as powerfully as she did with him.
“I couldn’t wait,” he said, his voice gruff with passion. “I had to be inside you. It feels like it’s been so long. Too long...”
It had been too long; she’d felt so empty the past few days, so hollow inside. He filled her. Thrusting his hips, he drove deeper and deeper.
He moved his hand between their bodies and stroked his thumb over her clit.
She pushed against him, meeting his thrusts with her hips. Grinding against him and shifting, she desperately sought release from the pressure building inside her.
He shoved the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pushed it down her body, freeing her breasts. Then he lowered his head and kissed them, closing his lips around one taut nipple.
Pleasure arced from where his mouth touched to her to where his cock filled her. And finally that pressure broke, and she came, screaming his name.
He caught her scream in his mouth, kissing her deeply. Then his body tensed and shuddered as he found his release, too. Sweat beaded on his brow, which he pressed against hers. “Oh my God,” he murmured. “Every damn time I think it can’t have been that good, can’t have been that intense...”
She smiled with understanding. “And yet, it is even better—even more intense.”
Too intense.
Too addicting.
How was she going to leave him this time? Because she knew she should...before she told him anything. She didn’t want to ruin the magic of this experience with honesty. Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Maybe it was best to end this now—without ever telling him the truth, and then really never see him again.
He must have sensed that she was about to run because he lifted her from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. “Let’s clean up together,” he said.
So that she didn’t take off when his back was turned like she had last time? He knew her much better than he thought he did. He knew her too well.
He also knew exactly how to touch her and kiss her so that the pressure was building inside her again, the passion burning hotter than the warm water that washed over their naked bodies. His fingers trailed over every inch of her skin, followed by his lips.
Once again he had made her his main course. After washing the soap from their bodies, he carried her back to the bed and dropped her onto the tangled sheets. Then he followed her down, and he made love to her with his mouth, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
She shifted against the mattress, desperate for release. His hands covered her breasts, molding them—stroking the nipples with his palms. She arched against his mouth and came, shuddering against him.
So much pleasure...
She wanted to share it with him. But he wouldn’t let her push him back onto the mattress. Instead he slid inside her, and wrapping her legs over his shoulders, he drove deeper and deeper. She shouldn’t have been able to come again so soon, but she loved the way he filled her, the way he felt moving inside her—touching her so deeply and not just physically but also intimately.
So she came again.
Then he shuddered and collapsed against her.
She lost her breath at his weight. But he rolled quickly to his side, bringing her with him.
“I’m not going to let you go,” he warned her. “Not again.”
She smiled at the thought. The impossible thought.
