Page 136 of The Thing About My Secret Billionaire
Until I burst.
My body thrashes over him, my grip on the headboard tightens, the waves of a climax made up of love and our new life together crash over and over me, all emanating from the places where we’re joined, where we are most intimately together.
He teases my orgasm out for even longer than usual, sending aftershocks through my body as I float down the other side of the mountain.
“Christ, Miller,” I moan as he slides his fingers from me. “You have no idea.”
“I have every idea.” He holds my hips steady with both hands as he slides back up the bed under me until I’m positioned right over his throbbing-hot dick.
“One more, baby,” he says, rocking his tip at my entrance. “It’s safe now, right?” He’s referring to how long I’ve been taking birth control.
“Yes.” This will be the first time we’ve had sex skin-on-skin.
I gasp when he pushes inside.
“Holy fuck!” he shouts as he glides deeper.
He fills me, makes me feel complete, like without him inside me life is an empty meaningless husk.
Miller’s face contorts, his eyes screwed tight. “The way you grip me. Jesus, Frankie.”
This is how life should be. A life full of love and lust and the passionate existence in each other’s lives.
Miller’s eyes open and he reaches for my face, brushing just his fingertip lightly down over my cheeks, down my neck, over my breasts.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, watching as he rolls my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
My whole body tingles under his touch, readying itself for a second round.
Then he slides his hands lower, first to my hips, guiding me up and down on him, setting the pace, before sliding one hand to the part where we’re joined, where we are locked together as one.
My clit is already achingly ripe for him again, and when his finger finds it, I’m lost for a second time.
This man consumes me—my body, my mind, my soul are all joined with his, wrapped up in his. It makes his touch even more potent, ratchets it up to more than just flesh on flesh because it’s built onsomething—a solid foundation of love and a thorough understanding of who we are, the ability to be our true uninhibited, unadulterated selves with each other.
“Come here.” He tugs me down over him until my breasts hover above his face. “I want to come with your tit in my mouth.”
His words set my insides on fire. I can feel my body releasing more juices at the mere sound of them.
I support myself on my hands as he massages my breast before guiding my nipple between his lips.
“Holy shit!”
“Come on, baby,” he says in time with his thrusts inside me. “Give me round two.”
I’m already on my way, and I know he’s waiting for me. This is what he does—he holds himself back until he knows I’m at the point of no return before he lets himself go.
He always puts me before himself.
And not just when we’re naked, but at all times, in all things in life.
The world disappears behind that bewitching dark velvet curtain again as I give myself to his sucking mouth and his circling fingers and his large presence inside me.
And here I go. This time it’s more like a growing crescendo, building and building inside me, until it’s set every nerve ending on fire and consumed every brain cell.
He drags his teeth over my nipple, sending a bolt of lightning to my core, and makes my body jerk against his.
I can tell he’s fighting to hold back the pace of his thrusts, struggling to hold on.
