Page 37 of The Billionaire's Kiss
Panting, I watched him as he moved backward on his hands and knees until he was off the bed and stood, dropping his pants to the floor. His erection was huge, making my mouth water instantly. It had length and girth, and I felt like an extremely lucky woman to be staring at him. He moved back to the bed, crawling up between my spread legs.
His eyes on mine, he whispered, “I’m going to make this a night you will never forget.”
A shudder ran through me. “Please do.” I didn’t want to forget anything about Warner Nash—not ever.
One hand moved up my inner thigh, making me tense. He licked his lips before kissing me in the most intimate of areas. I gasped as my fingers curled into the bed, pulling the fitted sheet from the top corners.
Moving my arms to rest my elbows on the bed, I held up my upper body. I had to watch him. He kissed me so softly it felt as if butterflies’ wings were beating against me. His tongue tapped my clit, and my head fell back as I moaned, “Yes! That feels amazing!”
His teeth grazed me, then he nipped at my flesh, creating a wave that moved inside me. It soared until it found its way to a crashing point, leaving me in a state of ecstasy I’d never been in before.
His tongue darted into me as he pushed my legs wider for him. He devoured me, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that raged within.
Shaking, I watched him as he kissed his way up my body. He pushed me gently, forcing me to lie back on the bed. “You taste like heaven, baby.” He kissed me, his tongue running around mine.
The taste of me on his tongue turned me ravenous—I felt animalistic. I grabbed the back of his neck, kissing him hard as I moved my tongue around his. And then I felt him as he moved his body down, slowly, the head of his thick male member touching the edge of my canal.
I knew it was going to hurt. He was much bigger than any man I’d ever been with. Pushing himself into me a little at a time, he gave me time to stretch and accommodate him. He took his time with me, and I was grateful for it.
Once he was fully inside of me, he pulled his mouth off of mine. “You okay?”
Looking into those crystal blue eyes of his, I nodded. “I’m more than okay.”
He eased back out, then back in again. “Good?”
“Great.”
Smiling, he moved inside of me as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I rested my hands on his biceps, loving the way the muscles moved with him.
I pulled my knees up, letting him sink deeper inside me, and closed my eyes as he touched places that had never been touched before.
He moaned quietly, “You’re so tight.”
“You’re so big.”
“I could do this forever,” he leaned in to whisper to me.
His hot breath against my neck stirred me even more—which I didn’t think was possible. It was like magic, what this man did to me. Everywhere he touched, flames ignited. Every breath he exhaled, I inhaled. I wanted to feel every bit of him that I possibly could.
He rolled over, putting me on top and pushing me in a sitting position.
He held me from the waist as I started grinding against him. Moving my hands over his firm pecs, I looked down. Warner was a gorgeous man on a bad day, but he turned into a Greek God during sex.
My hands moved to caress his cheeks. A five o’clock shadow had grown in, making his face a little rough. I liked it. “You’re so masculine.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, liking the rough way it felt.
“And you’re so feminine.” His hands moved over my raised bottom, cupping both cheeks, guiding me to the speed he wanted.
The feel of him inside me was a thing I would want forever. As the thought of that not being an option ran through my head, one tear slipped from my eye.
He pushed me up, not missing anything. Running his thumb over the tear that had escaped, his gaze focused on mine. “Why the tears?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk about it. “This is beautiful.” It was beautiful, that was no lie.
His lips curved into a smile. “It is beautiful.”
“And it’s special.”
“It is.” He ran his hand over my cheek. “Never think that this is just sex between us, Orla. It’s so much more than that.”
