Page 19 of Billionaire's Surprise

Then reality had started to sink in. Not nerves over what had happened between us, because hell, yes, I wanted it again. If his hard cock poking into me this morning and the way he kept touching me was any indication, Fray had no regrets either. He’d given me two climaxes last night. It had been so natural, and there hadn’t been a bit of nerves between us.

With my dress being a cock-blocker, we laughed and gotten up to get ready for the day, so we could eat before the excursion today. As I’d dressed, I’d made myself a vow: I wasn’t drinking a lick of alcohol today. Tonight, Fray was making love to me, even if I had to do a throw down and cowgirl him.

I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin at the thought. I had no fucking idea what I was thinking. Cowgirl him? What the hell did that even mean?

I squeezed his hand then let go, dragging my fingertips over the back of it then over to his thigh. I parted my legs a little. “Have at it, then. There’s no one around to see.”

Fray made that growly sound I noticed came out when he was happy about something—usually something to do with me and giving me pleasure. He pulled at the leg closest to him and draped it over his, opening me up more. The arm still around my shoulder hugged me tighter as he turned to me toward him—as much as the seat-lift bar would allow him to, anyway.

“Give me your mouth,” he commanded.

His lips were on me, opening, devouring, kissing me deeply as those naughty fingers pushed into my shorts. He didn’t bother with the leg this time, instead, popping my button and slipping in past the waistband and into my panties.

I groaned into his mouth as he stroked two fingers up and down my pussy, getting me wetter and wetter with each pass.

“You like that?” he whispered against me.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”

“I…” My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t do that, um, dirty talk stuff. Sure it turned me on, but I’d feel silly.

Fray’s fingers stilled, and I realized that if naughty words made me hot, maybe it did the same for him. I was being selfish.

“I like you touching me,” I murmured hesitantly. “I like your fingers on…my…pussy. I want theminme.”

“I’ll give you anything,” he promised.

“Anything? That’s a dangerous vow.”

“I trust you. And you’re my everything. Why wouldn’t I give you whatever you want and need?”

“I trust you, too,” I confessed, feeling that truth deep in my heart.

“Do you?”

I cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth back to mine. “I do. Except…”

“Except what?” he asked, concerned. “Babe, what is it?”

“Well, you promised me this orgasm, and you’re not following through.”

He groaned, and his hand started moving again, sliding up and down, flicking and pinching my clit. Fiery strands of electrified pleasure surged through my core, tightening, preparing for explosive release.

Boldly, I reached over and grasped his cock through his board shorts. I needed to touch him while he touched me. He groaned the second I made contact, and I felt his length jump. “That’s right. Oh, fuck. Squeeze him, Em.”

My fingers flexed. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he hissed. The fingers that had been sliding along my slit worked inside me. Slowly…

“Oh,” I gasped. “It’s so full.”

“Just imagine how this tight little pussy will feel when I get my cock inside her, making her mine.”

Said pussy flexed around him, growing even tighter around his fingers.

“Fray,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for. More of those digits? For him to take them out? No, not that.

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