Page 58 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
He sees the scars on my inner thighs.
And I’m still so fucking relaxed from the climax I don’t even care.
A few seconds later, he licks and nibbles his way up my body as I catch my breath. He laves one nipple and then the other, before leaning over me and kissing the hell out of me.
I can taste my arousal and it’s so hot.
“More?” he asks, kissing the spot behind my ear.
“More.” I roll my hips.
“Be right back.” The bed bounces as he pushes off and heads—bare assed—into the ensuite bathroom. He quickly returns with a condom and rolls it on.
I’m lying just where he left me, although I dropped one foot to the floor. He looms over me, studies me for a moment before scooping me up and shifting us on the bed so he’s sitting up, back against the headboard. I’m in his lap, my legs straddling his waist. We’re eye to eye and our gazes meet and hold.
“Climb on, baby. Take my dick for a ride.”
He’s hard and thick between us and I take him in hand. He hisses and his dick pulses against my palm. He wants me to be on top, to be free to move and do what feels good. I’m not held down. Not under him.
For some reason, this endears me to him even more. While this position, the idea of riding him like a cowgirl, is hot, he chose it for a reason.
Me.
I push up onto my knees so I’m hovering over him. Our gazes are still locked as I shift a little, lowering myself down so the broad head is at my entrance.
“Ready?” I ask.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.”
I don’t think he’s serious, so I don’t respond. Only slowly lower onto him. He enters me, fills me. Stretches me. I grip his shoulders for balance as I raise and lower myself, taking him an inch at a time until I’m completely full.
He sets his feet on the bed and bends his knees so I sit in the cradle of his body.
He gently pushes between my breasts so I lean back against his thighs.
“Oh!” I cry, the rest of him sinking into me with this adjusted angle.
“Fuck, baby. Stop that or this will be over before we start.”
I’m clenching down around him. He’s thick and it’s just shy of painful the way he fills me.
“I can’t help it,” I whisper, and then I start to move.
He settles his hands on my hips, helping me lift and lower.
It feels so good. Amazing because he got me all primed with that first orgasm. I’m sensitive and swollen and three-quarters toward coming again. It’s nothing like…
“Hey.” He cups my breasts.
I didn’t realize my eyes fell closed but I meet his dark gaze.
“Look at me. Keep those green eyes open. It’s you and me. Just us.”
I nod and chase my orgasm as our gazes hold. I circle my hips as I lower, my clit rubbing against him. I move faster, and then faster still.
Sweat slicks our skin.
“I’m close,” I tell him, but somehow it’s just out of reach.
