Page 48 of Billionaire and the Barista

Nathan pulled his t-shirt off, and I had access to touching his skin. We rolled, and I straddled his hips. I pulled my shirt off and unfastened my bra. His hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples until they were hard peaks.

I reached to his waist and unfastened his jeans. I moved down his legs. He groaned. I don’t know if it was in protest of taking his playthings away from him, or because I was stripping him the rest of the way.

His cock sprang forth, and he was hard for me. I brushed my hair back, tucking it behind my ears, and I looked at him. I wanted him. Wanted him more than I ever thought I could.

“Gabs,” he said, reaching for me.

I loved the way that little nickname sounded on his lips. I lowered my head to him and took him in my mouth. He was warm and salty, and the groans he made gave me the confidence I needed to do this to him.

I licked and sucked and held his shaft firmly in my fist. His hips bucked as he tried to fuck my hand, my mouth.

With a laugh, I let go and pushed my jeans out of the way.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I said.

He was already reaching for his jeans and pulling out his wallet. A foil pack appeared, and he was tearing it open. I knelt above him as he rolled it down his length. He held his hand out to me and I positioned myself, again, straddling his hips.

Slowly I eased myself down his cock.

His hands were back on my breasts, and the sun was on my body. I had never felt anything so perfect, so decadent. I held myself there before I began rocking my hips and using my thighs to drive the action.

“Fuck, Gabs, you are incredible.”

I didn’t know how Nathan was able to form coherent sentences. I was barely able to make primordial grunts and whimpers as pleasure ricocheted through my body. His body under mine, his hands on me, this was bliss, this was amazing.

My inner walls began convulsing in time with our thrusts and rocks. Nathan abandoned my breasts and dug his fingers into my hips. Holding onto me as he began thrusting up against me.

I lost the ability to keep moving. I fell forward and braced against his chest.

“Oh, Nathan, oh, fuck, do that,” I moaned as he crashed into me.

His expression was fierce as he concentrated and filled me. He roared and then he could no longer move.

I found my rhythm again and picked up the rocking thrusting motion, as he spilled his orgasm. I wasn’t quite there yet. He reached between us, and he found my nerve center. With a flick of his finger over my clit, I was rocketing star ward on my own orgasm.

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