Page 82 of Billionaire Romance

I circle closer, and closer, and when I’m just close enough, I kiss her clit. Barely a touch, but it’s still enough to make her groan. “I love the way you taste,” I say, moving so I can press my lips to her entrance. She shudders underneath me. “I could spend hours here.”

She moans, and I laugh. Because that sound is one of longing and desire and also frustration. I lick her clit softly, gently, slow strokes that aren’t designed to make her come, just bring her pleasure. I want to bathe her in it.

I expand so the strokes cover her pussy, sliding across her entrance and swirling up and over her clit to come back down. I move faster and then slower, and then faster again. I make a point of never doing the same thing twice, because I want to drive her crazy. I want to make her beg.

I don’t want to make her come. Sally’s going to come when I’m inside her. Not before. She doesn’t know that yet. But I want her to be so aroused that there’s no pain, only pleasure as I take her for the first time.

Slipping my tongue inside her, she gasps. Her flavor is the purest here, and I drink her in, stroking as deeply as I can reach, fucking her with my tongue.

Her hips are rising to meet my mouth, trying to get closer, and I place a hand on her stomach pressing her down. I don’t want her to go too fast. I make my back up to her clit and wrap my lips around it, teasing it, licking the underside before sucking deeply and feeling her start to shake. “Sally,” I say, pulling my mouth away. “Are you going to come?”

“Yes,” she says.

“I don’t want you to,” I say, sucking her clit between my teeth and grazing it so she moans.

“Why?”

I don’t lift my mouth, making a seal over her skin and creating suction in pulses, again, and again and again until her hands are fisting in the sheets and she’s squirming, and she asks me again. “Why?”

“Because this won’t be easy, and I want it to feel as good as it possibly can for you. And I want you to come on my cock.”

I lower my mouth again. She won’t be able to take much more, but I take the risk. Using my breath, I tease her before sealing my mouth over her one last time. Sally is so close, I can feel it, and I pull back just at the tipping point. She curses with frustration as I laugh.

It’s time now, and we both know it. She watches me as I finish undressing, her eyes tracing the lines of my body, and staring at my cock as it appears. I let her look at me. This is the first time she’s ever seen a man naked, the first time she’s been naked with anyone else, and I want her to remember.

I take a moment to retrieve a condom before I return to her on the bed. I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her, drunk on the overwhelming feeling of skin on skin. “Are you comfortable?” I ask. She nods, biting her lip. Still nervous. “We’re going to go as slow as you need. We’ll stop if we have to let you adjust, but we’re going to do this.”

“Okay.”

I lean back and part her legs again, I fit myself against her, and I slowly sink into heaven.

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