Page 38 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

“Every part of you is beautiful,” I murmured. Her hands clung to the sofa in a death grip, and I moved to place them on the back of my head. “Touch me. Talk to me. Let me know what you need or what feels good to you.”

My mouth continued to roam her breasts, alternating between each perfect peak. I bit, sucked, and licked every delicious inch. Her pelvis rose and fell as I hit the right spots.

“Are you okay with continuing?” I asked, scooting closer.

“Yes,” she nodded, breathing raggedly.

Leaning down until I reached the hemline of the red ball gown, I pulled back the fabric to expose her skin. When the cool air of the loft hit her exposed thighs, her eyes and mouth flew open in surprise. She relaxed once I massaged the flesh and continued my mouth’s exploration of her breasts.

My fingers traced along her inner thigh to the lacy edge of her panties, and I moaned as I swiped my thumb down her drenched seam. Her legs widened in response, which I took as an invitation to continue.

I wanted to be the first in all things. My fingers. My tongue. My cock.

I growled into her neck. The only thing separating me from that unexplored flesh was a lacy strip of fabric. I moved the panties to the side as my fingers swept against her moistened slit. She was completely hairless.

“Fuck! You’re bare.” I growled, “Did you do this for Pierre?” A wild streak of jealousy ran through me as I simultaneously fought the urge to pull her panties down and rub my face against her pussy.

“No. I did it for you,” she breathed, embarrassment tinting her tone.

“Good answer.” I groaned as my index finger met the slickness of her tight, wet cunt. I moved my finger in and out of her, adding my middle finger as I circled her clit with my thumb. Her pussy clenched around both fingers. “Jesus. You’re so wet and so fucking tight.” The hand that wasn’t deep within Kandace adjusted my throbbing and hardening cock.

“Right there. Keep it going,” she pleaded.

Her head rolled back and forth as she raised her hips to meet each movement. Her sweet, tight pussy beckoned me. Her magnificent breasts heaved with each breath, and her mouth opened in ecstasy. Alternating between small circles and the thrusting motion of my fingers, we quickly found our rhythm and moved beautifully together.

I was afraid my trapped cock would burst the seams of my boxer briefs and pants. If I unbuttoned or unzipped my trousers, this petting session would turn into a full-blown fuck. I wanted to savor this moment with her. This wasn’t about me. This was about giving Kandace the first time of her life.

“You like this, don’t you?” I laughed as she rapidly nodded her head, and I continued to move my fingers inside her, caressing her in long, slow strokes. “Are you ready to get started?”

Kandace

What? Am I ready to start? I thought we started! Insecurity ran rampant through my brain as the what-ifs began to cloud my thoughts. What if I couldn’t satisfy him? What if I sucked at sex? What if I couldn’t achieve an orgasm from sex?

I shook myself back to reality, tamping down my apprehensive thoughts.

“I’m not ready to fuck you,” I admitted.

“Who said anything about fucking?” He panted as his finger quickened its pace. He growled, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I nervously peeked out of one eye, expecting a look of disappointment. Instead, the feral gleam of desire marked Chadwick’s handsome face. I opened my other eye and followed his lips as his mouth moved closer and closer to mine.

I’d read many taboo romance novels and perused erotic picture books. I’d watched internet porn. I may or may not have had an X-rated Tumblr account. I’d taken part in more sexual girl talk sessions than I could count. Even though I hadn’t had sex or even an intimate touch from a man, I’d considered myself knowledgeable of all things related to sex.

But I was wrong. So wrong.

Nothing could have prepared me for the divinity of a solitary finger dragging inside of my wetness. The first stroke of his finger launched me from this earth. Like the blast from a rocket, I jetted off into space with my back pressed firmly against the sofa.

My heart was thumping a thousand beats per minute. I allowed myself to enjoy this gift—Chadwick taking care of my primal needs.

He was so skilled. So knowledgeable. Chadwick knew exactly what I needed. Concentration and control were written all over his face as he increased the speed of his thumb. His two fingers delved deeper within me, stretching my tight, virginal pussy.

The simple movement of his mouth on my nipples, rolling his tongue and taking the taut tips between his teeth, blasted me straight to the heavens. I floated, enraptured in raw feelings and foreign sensations. He could have all of my measly earthly possessions. He could have my virginity and even my soul. I didn’t care about any of it. I only cared about him and that moment.

My legs trembled uncontrollably, yet I didn’t have the strength to release the scream trapped in my throat. Twenty-one years of pent up desire exploded out of every inch of my body as I helplessly fought to regain control. His fingers, combined with my release, plunged me from the farthest recesses of the heavens back to earth. I rode the free fall through the layers of the dark obsidian, navy, and light blue stratosphere.

After my release, he leaned back against the sofa. “Good, huh?”

Without warning, he roughly placed the palm of my hand against the sizable bulge in his slacks. He closed his eyes, and a sharp gasp rushed out of his mouth as my hand instinctively traveled along the rock-hard ridge of his cock. ?Goodness, gracious. This was my first time touching a penis. He was so thick and long and just . . . big.

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