Page 9 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
I lick at one teat, then the other. They’re tight against my tongue, aching points of flesh that don’t relax until I pull them deep into my mouth and suckle.
But when she goes soft, she goes all the way soft, melting under my hungry mouth.
My expression must be fiery when I lift my head, my lips wet from pulling at her breasts, but she just smiles at me.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“I’m not done.” I trail my fingers down her quivering belly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten on my knees and tasted a woman, Willa.”
Her brows pull together in innocent confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Let me make you come on my face.”
“Oh!” She gasps and then laughs. “Right here? I’m wearing pants.”
I smile at her. “I was thinking we could take those off.”
She arches her back and laughs up at the night sky. “Oh my God.”
“Roman, actually. But if you come on my tongue and call me God, that’s fine by me.”
She shakes her head, smiling at me, her eyes shining. “You’re so funny.”
“Funny?” My chest squeezes tight. “Willa, take off your God damned pants.”
She toes off her shoes, then scrambles to push her black trousers down her thighs. I do the rest, folding them on the end of the bench with quick efficiency, then kissing her knees as I spread her legs and get my first look at the hidden treasure between her thighs.
She’s wearing a black thong that cups her mound and hides her pussy, but not much else. There’s a beautiful little curve of ass on either side, and soft stretches of skin perfumed with her unique scent right at the tops of her thighs that beg to be bitten.
I can’t bite this woman.
I’ve barely even met her, and I’m already running my nose up her inner thigh.
But still…that skin looks fucking delicious.
I settle for licking it, which gets me a very satisfying trembling exhale from Willa.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she whispers. “Tome.”
I lift my head again. “What the fuck does that mean?”
She just exhales and pats my head. “Please don’t stop.”
With a groan, I kiss her cotton-covered mound. I don’t want to stop, but I need to know what she meant by that emphasis.
There’s nobody else I’d want to do this for, that’s for fucking sure.
Breathing in the scent of her, I can’t even remember desiring another human being. Not like this. Not with this hunger, this clawing need.
And then I tug her thong to the side and my mind goes blank.
She’s so pretty.
Soft and delicate, with dark curls and slick skin, tawny outer lips and shiny pink inner lips.
Mine.
“Come here, sweet girl,” I manage to say as I hitch one of her legs over my shoulder and press the other one out to the side, because I need room to touch her, too. “Let’s learn what you like.”
