Page 48 of Billionaire Romantic
“You’ll stay with me then?”
I don’t know how this happened so fast. And I’ve been living way too much in the moment—some of the best of my life—to worry about what happens next. I haven’t let my mind go there. “Okay.”
“Good. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about too.”
I take his enormous, thick bulk in my hands and start soaping it, watching it harden as I do this. “It’s so amazing how this happens.”
Noah lets his head fall back, groaning and exhaling a laugh at the same time. “I guess it is. And I’m glad it does.”
His body is so fascinating to me. He’s such an outrageously masculine creature. I slide my fist along his length, captivated by everything about him. “I just never knew men were so…”
He pants as my slippery grip works him. His slow smile is back-lit by dark lust. “Men were so what?”
“Big.”
Another rumble of laughter escapes him. “Not all of us are this big. I got offered work as a porn star once. A girl I dated years ago knew someone in the industry.”
“What?” I can’t help giggling. “You mean all this time you could have been making risqué movies instead of boring old investments? At least you have a back-up option if the stock market crashes.”
His low laughter is my new favorite sound.And that husky growl when he comes.“I think I’d rather lavish my gifts all over my little Irish blind date than share myself.”
“Lucky me.” I rinse him, seeing then the pearl of moisture seeping from his fully hard cock. We’ve been in bed together for two solid days, almost constantly connected, but there’s one thing I still haven’t done. “There’s something I want to try.”
“What thing?”
“It’s only fair.”
“What’s only fair.” It’s a growl, not a question.
“I want to taste you.” I play coy. “Can I?”
“Well…that depends.”
I bite back my smile. “On what?”
“On how dirty you’re willing to get.”
“I guess, Mr. Steel…” I touch my tongue to the broad tip. He tastes milky and salty. It’s hard to describe how greedy the taste of him makes me feel. He’ssobeautiful. I want to please him and drive him crazy with lust. “…that I’m prepared to get very,verydirty.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Lucky.”
I take the head between my lips, sucking gently, licking him with my roving, flicking tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’ve never had cravings like this before. My need for Noah is carnal and out of control. He’s changed me. Strangely, I feel more like myself than I ever have.
My fingers explore as I suck on him, swirling the moisture with my tongue. I squeeze him gently with my fists as I glide my palms along his length, cupping him and teasing him. I can’t take all of him because he’s so freaking big, but I use my mouth and my hands to give him as much pleasure as possible.
I want to make him feel so good he’ll never recover. I know I can. When it comes to pleasuring Noah Steel, I feel like I’m a natural.
I love the feminine power of this. He’s completely at my mercy. He’smine. No one can make him feel as good as I can.Some innate sixth sense tells me this. Just like he has a power over me, to devastate me with his gigantic love wand as he relentlessly shows me how good he is at using it.
I knew from the beginning that we clicked, but deep down I know there’s a lot more to this than that. Noah and I don’t just click, wematch.Everything about this feels like we’re made for each other.
I stopped worrying about it when he gave me my first orgasm, dedicating myself to living fully in the moment. Now, all I think about is reading his pleasure. Gauging every groan and every heartbeat. I know what he likes and I use this. I suck on him like I’ve never been thirstier, and the truth is, I haven’t. He makes me crazy.
Noah’s low oath is one of surrender.
