Page 78 of Contract of a Billionaire
He didn’t answer. “Do we need helmets?”
“I won’t be going fast.” His eyes roamed over me. I wore a pink t-shirt and jean shorts. Just like him, I opted for boots. Except mine were pink. “I’ll never let anything happen to my woman.”
My cheeks flushed. I loved when he called me his. “Do you want to see a temple or some dramatic landscapes?”
“Landscape,” I answered. I always preferred the landscape. “I need my equipment though.”
He patted the bag hanging off the motorbike. “Got it all here.”
“Okay then,” I sighed. “Here we go.”
I hooked the leg over the bike and slid behind Alessio, wrapping my arms around his waist. We were in the riverside town of Battambang and headed south. We reached the lush Cardamom Mountains at nightfall.
“Where are we going to sleep?” I asked him when he parked. My thighs were aching from spending so much time on the back of the bike and the rough terrain. I stretched my legs.
“There is a cabin up that hill.”
Alessio grabbed the bag off the bike, took my hand and we hiked up the hill. The sounds of the night vibrated through the air. We followed the path, highlighted by the moonlight. My fingers interlocked with his.
It was just the two of us right now. Nobody else.
When we got to the top of the hill, I saw the cabin. Simple. Small. Perfect.
“Home, sweet home,” I murmured.
He scooped me up and a soft squeal escaped me as I giggled giddily.
“What are you doing?” I questioned him as he kicked the door open with his foot, then stepped inside. “Aren’t we going to enjoy the views?”
“Tomorrow, views,” he rasped against my mouth. “Today you asked for sex, and I intend to deliver.”
He placed me on a small, single bed made up with clean sheets that smelled like fresh mountain springs.
My insides clenched and my chest warmed when he stooped down on one knee to undo my boots. Once he slid them off my feet, he put them at the foot of the bed, then removed his own boots. The holster strapped around his ankle with a knife followed.
His eyes raked over my body. “Strip for me.”
So I did. I always felt more daring with him because of the way he looked at me. With admiration. Like I was his salvation.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head. My breasts rose up and down, my eyes soaking in his expression. I wore a white lacy bra. He knew it was for him. He once said it was my white bra and panties that had him losing his focus when we met. I could tell he remembered it by the way he drew in a breath. That familiar primal hunger in his gaze set me ablaze. He reached out his hand, and I handed him the shirt. He neatly placed it over the only chair in the cabin. My shorts followed. I shimmied out of them and handed them to him.
“Your bra and panties too,” he demanded, his voice raspy.
“I want you naked too,” I breathed. He pulled his shirt over his head. His jeans followed and he stood gloriously naked in front of me. The flicker of candles threw shadows all over him but not even darkness could hide his beauty.
I reached behind me and unlatched my bra. Then I tugged my panties down my thighs, giving him a glimpse of my folds. Glistening and wet.
My panties were barely off me when Alessio gripped my thighs and curled my legs around his waist.
“Ahhh,” I moaned, feeling him at my hot entrance. I ground my sensitive clit along the ridges of his hard length. He watched the tip of his cock disappear inside me and we both groaned at the same time.
“I missed you,” he rasped. My hands came around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I missed you more,” I murmured against his lips. Then his mouth took mine, rough and wet. My breasts brushed against his chest. He impaled me in one harsh thrust and my nails dug into Alessio’s muscular shoulders.
“Fuck.” His mouth skimmed over my jaw, my neck. “You feel so good.”
The walls of my pussy clenched around his cock, greedy for him to start moving. He roared as he started pumping in and out of me. Hard and deep. The pleasure coiled tight. Every relentless pound of him built me higher and higher. I was quivering, the need for release part of every scream and moan.
