Page 18 of Eluding the Billionaire
He deepens the kiss, and our tongues duel passionately. Why is it that just kissing Drew is far more exciting than sex with a couple of the guys from my past? Of course, I know it’s because when Drew kisses me or touches me, I melt into a puddle of longing. Every brush of his lips or touch of his fingers reminds me of how good he feels filling me with his large cock.
Less than an hour ago, I told myself I wasn’t going to fall into his arms again, even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do. One small slip of my defenses is all it took to be where I am now. Naked and wrapped tightly around him.
He greedily cups my breasts in his palms, gently massaging their fullness, squeezing and then tracing a finger around each pebbled peak. A soft moan slips from my mouth into his.
His lips begin to move away, and I want to chase them. But as he trails them across my chin and down my neck, I’m okay with where this is going too.
I tilt my head sideways, giving him better access to trail feather-soft kisses across my collarbone, ending with a light nip on my shoulder.
“This is what I wanted to do last night,” he mumbles against my skin. I loosen my hold around his neck and lean back against his arm holding me.
“You just had to ask,” I tell him sweetly as he continues his path down to the swell of my breasts.
He reaches his free hand up to pinch my oversensitive nipple, and a breath catches in my throat. “Did you like that?” he murmurs, lifting his head briefly. I nod vigorously.
“Baby, use your words, or I won’t know what things you like best.”
I grab his face between my palms, my eyes locked on his. “Drew, I like you kissing me. I like you licking me. I like you sucking, pinching, tweaking, rubbing me. But most of all, I like you fucking me. Are those enough words for you?”
I can’t believe I’m saying these things out loud. These are the thoughts that belong in my head, not shared.
He chuckles. “Plenty. And that’s a long list of things you like, so I better get started.” And he does, bending his head to the pebbled tip he just pinched to soothe it with his hot breath and then his tongue. He circles my areola, then lavishes soft kisses on it before shifting his attention to my other bared breast.
Oh my God! I’m about to have wild day sex—another first.
I wonder why I don’t feel more self-conscious about being completely naked in Drew’s arms while he remains fully clothed. In a strange way, it’s freeing when the man you’re with is appreciating every inch of your body. Even the bits you don’t really like, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. It’s the sexiest damn feeling. I throw my head back and arch my spine, pushing my tits farther forward.
I want him to work his way across every inch of my upper body. My core clenches and my heart races with each touch of his lips and graze of his teeth. The occasional love bites add to the flames of desire building in me. I want him to feel this desperate too. I want to sink down onto his cock and make him scream my name.
“Drew, I need you filling me up,” I whisper softly.
He lifts his head and pulls me in closer. “We need a condom.” He picks up the one on the cushion beside us and makes quick work of opening it and sheathing himself.
I help him to slide his gray sweats farther down to his ankles, then coming back up, straddle his thighs again, and ask, “How do we do this without hurting you?”
A fire flares in the depths of his slate-gray eyes, and that’s all the warning I get.
Chapter nine
Drew
Grabbingfirmlytoherhips, I throw her down beside me on the sofa cushions. “Let me be clear, sexy lady. I am more than capable of pleasuring you without hurting myself. I’m not completely helpless.” My words are abruptly delivered with an edge of ice. I know Katie didn’t mean to imply anything with her words, but they hit a raw nerve.
She’s splayed out before me, naked, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, and all I want is to be inside her. But before she can reply, I lift and spread her legs. Holding them up and open, I bury my face in her glistening folds. I’m not gentle as I lick, suck, and devour her pussy.
Her increasingly loud moans feed my frenzy. The way she’s gripping my head tightly in both of her hands tells me everything I need to know. She wants this as badly as I do.
I don’t let up, and as the sounds coming from her lips reach a crescendo, I plunge two fingers into her channel, curling them up so they hit that spot she liked last time. And like last time, it tips her over the edge.
Her head thrashes from side to side.
Her voice cracks on a groan of release.
Her nails dig into my scalp.
Nothing is held back. She gives me everything. Each drop of passion coats my tongue, and I lap her up.
How could I have forgotten how glorious she is when she comes?
