Page 45 of Billionaire Corruption

We flew in to a nearby airport for a chartered private flight and hired a car to drive us down to the town called Port Victoria. Grace loved it, all of it. Her face, when she did turn away from the window, was full of wonder and delight. Especially, as we came into the small town, built around a rocky shore, with cottages lining the streets and beautiful views of the ocean.

“I could live here,” Grace grinned at me.

“So far from the city?” I asked her.

“I’d move here tomorrow, if I could,” she said, looking back at the town. “I mean look at this place?! Someone must need an accountant, right?”

We checked into our place and Grace was much too excited to stay indoors. I would have loved to channel that excitement into something more physical, but she wanted to see the town. She didn’t even mind that the weather was cold. Our inn was in an older part of the town, set on leafy green grounds and we walked to town, taking the coastal path, and going down to the harbor for a lobster dinner right on the water’s edge.

We walked back to our inn, where the proprietor had lit a fire downstairs in the living room. Lamps were turned down low and the atmosphere was romantic and intimate.

“This is the best weekend I’ve ever had,” Grace said, sinking into an easy chair in front of the fire.

“We’ve only just gotten here,” I said amused. “Anything could still happen.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Anything?”

She got up from her chair, walked over to me and kissed me provocatively. I didn’t need much invitation. I had been waiting for a moment to be alone with Grace all day. I scooped her into my arms, lifting her up, kissing her back. She giggled with pleasure as I carried her up to our room.

“I’m going to ravage you now, my lady,” I growled, and she giggled even more.

Our bedroom at the top of the inn was done up country style, with a big four poster feather down bed and floral-patterned curtains. The wardrobe and dresser were antiques and I was delighted to notice that a fire was crackling in the old-fashioned fireplace in our room.

We stripped off our clothes and I pinned Grace down to the bed. Her lovely face beamed up at me and I took her arms, lightly holding them above her head. Her beautiful body lay beneath me, her perfect breasts inviting me to caress them. I freed one of my arms to caress her, the other arm still holding her arms above her head.

She didn’t try to fight me, didn’t try to resist. She was entirely happy to be submissive to me in this position, closing her eyes with pleasure as I ran my hand down her body, appreciating her smooth unblemished skin. Fondling her breasts until her nipples became hard and tight, sliding my hand down over her flat stomach, over her pubic mound, resting my hand there, slowly inching down until I felt her parting her legs voluntarily, so I could slip my fingers into the soft wetness.

“Wait here,” I instructed as I got off the bed, took a scarf from her luggage and went back to the bed, lightly tying her hands to the bed posts.

“Trust me?” I asked and I saw her nodding, her eyes dark with anticipation.

Then I parted her legs gently, sliding my hands up and down her thighs, kissing the inside of her legs before inching closer to her. I had been fantasizing about having enough time to properly explore her body, and the time was now. I wanted to taste her, to find her deepest, most delicate desire. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the most sensitive flesh, finding the nub of pleasure of her clitoris, increasing the pressure as I felt her body respond. I heard her whimpering with pleasure as I licked harder and more insistently, glancing up at her, I could see her face contorting with pleasure and a kind of torturous intensity that turned me on so much that I had to have her. My erection was almost painful, and I had to be inside of her, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slid into her, and the wet, wonderful warmth pulsated with energy. She was moaning now, making sounds of pleasure I had never heard before. It was firing me up even more and I was thrusting harder, deeper. I ripped the scarf from her hands and scooped her up into my arms, wanting to feel her close against my skin as we came, shuddering, together, a scream coming from deep inside of her, tearing through the night.

We fell back, spent onto the bed.

After a few moments, Grace started laughing softly.

“My God, that was fantastic!”

It was fantastic. I leaned in to kiss her, gently and she put her hand on my cheek.

“Thank you.”

We kissed again.

We made love a couple of times that evening, each time was different, but it was as if our bodies could not get enough of each other. I always wanted more, and she was eager, ready to oblige.

By the time we fell asleep, it was deep into the night, and I was too tired to close the curtains.

We woke up late the next morning, taking a long shower together and getting dressed leisurely. We went down to the town for breakfast, this time driving because we were too tired to walk. We walked hand in hand, finding a delightful coffee shop at the edge of the town street, just off the town road, overlooking the bay.

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Grace paused to enjoy the view.

“Yes,” I said, looking at her, touching her cheek, which was flushed pink in the cold air.

We went in, ordered the house pancakes, which were supposed to be the best in the state, ordering coffee and extra cream and blueberries to build up our energy.

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