Page 84 of Billionaire Romance

Eric’s hand curves under my head, fingers weaving in my hair and cradling me as he lowers his face to mine. “It’s going to hurt a little, but I promise, after it’s going be amazing. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I nod, and let him kiss me. I close my eyes, again, choosing to trust him, trust that he’ll take care of me.

Eric rocks his hips and he inches forward, cock sliding deeper and I can’t cry out because his mouth is covering mine. And then he’s deeper and deeper and deeper and I don’t think I can take more but I do. My body is pulsing around him, trying to figure out what this is, how this feels and how to react. It can’t decide between pleasure and pain until suddenly there’s a burst of pleasure deep within me and Eric stops.

He pulls back but only for a moment. “That’s all of me, Sally. My cock is completely inside you.”

I moan, because I don’t have words. My brain is scrambled, and my body is adjusting, relaxing, realizing that this isn’t bad. This is nice. I feel complete in a way I haven’t felt ever, full and stuffed and bursting. But also, safe. Surrounded by Eric’s body, being taken from him, it feels like nothing bad can ever happen again.

And I suddenly smile, because I remember that it’s still Valentine’s Day. I’m having sex, and it’s on Valentine’s Day. Deep contentment spreads through me as I look at him, and my smile is reflected on Eric’s face.

He hasn’t moved an inch, seated deep inside me. “You’re going to fuck me now?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “You’re not ready for that. But trust me Sally, when your body can handle it, I will fuck you senseless.”

He moves then, and I’m shocked that a movement that small can make me feel so much. Eric rocks his hips, making his cock rock into me a touch deeper, and again I feel that burst of internal pleasure that’s so new and so strange.

He rocks again, and again, and again, and suddenly I feel an orgasm coming. My clit is so sensitive that I can feel it, and every time he brushes it, I’m shaking with pleasure. But this other feeling building deep in my gut is vast and overwhelming and it’s never happened before, even when I used toys.

“Eric,” I say, “I—”

“Let it happen,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

That quick rocking motion takes me up higher and higher with every little thrust hitting that spot inside that’s making fireworks behind my eyes. And suddenly it’s there, and I’m falling over the edge and into pleasure with an orgasm that feels like sinking into a warm ocean. It rises and covers my body with pleasure like a blanket, wraps me up and rises to a peak before sinking through me and out.

And we’re still connected, Eric staring down at me with awe and lust and I smile up at him. “I like not being a virgin,” I tell him.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come.”

I feel a surge of confidence. This feels good, and I want more of him. “Make me do it again.”

He smiles, feral and hungry. “Are you ready for more?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around him to pull him closer.

“Good. Wrap your legs around my hips.”

I obey, and immediately groan because the change in position makes him feel bigger, lets him slide home to that place of pleasure without any movement.

This time, he’s not just rocking his hips. Eric pulls back, and slides into me again. Not a full thrust, and I know that he’s still holding back, but this feels like more. Bigger. My body is so aroused that I don’t have to work for an orgasm to surface, it’s already there waiting, and I come again on his third thrust, crying out into his ear. Pleasure is splashing over me and I don’t want it to end. Everything is new and raw and overwhelming and I know that I’m not going to stop coming.

And I don’t. Eric takes his time, thrusting into me and my body responds by letting me live in a world of pleasure. This is perfect, and I hope that it’s always going to be like this.

I don’t want it to end. Ever.

I know that it’s impossible. Love this fast isn’t real. It can’t be, right? It’s not possible. And yet the feeling that’s growing in my chest doesn’t feel like it can be anything else. It’s impossible and fragile and most of all it’s true.

I’m very much falling for Eric Marshall, and as he thrusts into me again I accept it. Stranger things in this world have happened. Stranger things happen every day.

I come again, my vision disappearing. All I can feel is pleasure blooming, and suddenly Eric’s thrusts become erratic. “Sally,” he says, and I hold onto him as he thrusts a little harder. My body is so awash with pleasure that the little bit of pain doesn’t matter, makes it better, and I lift my hips to meet his, pull his mouth to mine as I feel his release.

He groans as he thrusts into me a final time, holding himself deep as his cock jerks. It feels like it’s a moment that’s infinite.

When he’s finished he presses his forehead to mine with a breathy laugh. “You are very thoroughly not a virgin anymore, Ms. Landing.”

I giggle. “I know.”

He slips out of me and off me, disappearing for a moment, but then suddenly he’s back, beside me pulling me against his body and a blanket over us together.

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