Page 25 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

Amelia surrendered for a few seconds as if the trip could hold on for another year. I felt her yielding to my hands and kissing me back. Our mouths fused, mine with a need and hunger I thought impossible, and hers with submission and a surrender. Her urge was raised with each wild and restless kiss as we removed each other's clothes.

I pushed her against the dressing table, using one hand to shove aside the things arranged on it. They crashed on the floor, making a loud noise. None of us batted an eye. None of us cared to look at what broke and what didn't. We were too focused on each other to care. She lifted herself a little so I could remove her dress from her hips over her head. She was not wearing a bra, just red silk panties. We both finally got our clothes out of the way without stopping to break the kiss. I groaned pleasantly. I would never get enough of this woman. Every time with her seemed like the first.

Our lips joined longingly. I touched her breasts while focusing on her sweet, savoring lips. I'd be back for the two beauties later. At this moment, I needed to be inside her. I would burst from the rising need welling inside of me. Holding her waist firmly, I pushed between her open legs and thrust into her core. She felt blissfully hot. The feel of her sent waves of electricity shooting into my brain. I soon plunged inside her. She held onto me tightly, her cries filling my ears; my voice was husky and unrecognizable, even to me.

God! Amelia brought the best out in me. Unsatisfied by the current position, I pulled out, peeling her off the table and spun her around, bending her enough to lean with her hands against the table. I thrust into her again, faster and deeper now. Our bodies echoed their lust as they slammed together. I could hear her cries urging me to go on.

I felt myself about to reach the edge, and I pulled out again. Not just yet. I whispered to myself. I didn't want this moment to be about just me. I wanted to carry her down with me when I finally reached an orgasm. I wanted her to experience the same amount of pleasure as I did. I spun her around again, slipping my hand underneath her and placing her on top of the table. This time, I parted her legs, holding her thighs open as I squatted before her.

I used two fingers to part her and dip my head into the slit between her legs, lapping her juices with my tongue. She flung her head backward and began to shriek. I continued, dipping my fingers and licking, sucking where it triggered her the most. I felt her body vibrate under my arms. She started to convulse when I increased the pace.

“Ohhh….p-pleeasseeeeee.” Her words could barely form as her body continued to vibrate.

“Please?” I asked, seeming like I didn't hear her.

“Henry–” she tried calling my name but stopped midway.

“Please what, baby?” My tongue was torturing and pleasurable at the same time. “Do you want me to stop?”

Amelia answered with a rapid head shake. I could feel her closeness to an earth-shattering orgasm; when I slide inside her again, she was ready to go to the edge of pleasure with me.

“Don't, d-don't st-top.”

“Oh, baby, I don't intend to.”

My tongue continued its onslaught on her juicy area. She buried one hand in my hair, keeping my head in place, and used the other to hold tightly to the table to stop herself from falling. She arched her hips to meet my mouth, performing a frenzied dance with her waist. She began to pulsate and shake violently, and I felt her reaching the end point.

No way, together! I muttered, rising to my feet; and in one swift move, I shoved into her again, plunging harder and faster. It took a few minutes before I felt the height of ecstasy pass from her into me. She climbed down into the realm, jerking extensively; seconds later, I followed suit, my body hiccupping as I emptied myself in her. I felt completely drained, leaning on her as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. Loud sighs escaped from both our mouths. We lay on the bed to catch our breaths, and my senses returned slowly.

Then, I remembered that we had a flight to catch.

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I held Amelia’s hand as we headed to the plane hangar where my private plane was housed. The pilot saluted as we climbed the stairs carefully. Her once-smeared makeup was now in place. The split from her dress stopped slightly above her thighs, and the dress flowed outward with the rushing summer wind.

Amelia picked the left-corner seat in the plane, and I sat across from her. The hostess brought us two cups of champagne, and the pilot announced the take-off.

“When did you buy this plane,” Amelia began with a question she couldn’t take off her mind.

“A couple of years ago,” I replied. “My brother has one too.”

Amelia squinted at me. “Did you buy it after your brother bought it?”

“Yes. I call that a healthy competition.”

“You’ve always been competitive.”

“How did you know that?”

Amelia replied, “I did my homework on you.”

I expected nothing less. Amelia was an intelligent lady who wouldn't enter into a relationship mindlessly. What else did she know about me?

“What else do you know about me?” I spoke my thoughts aloud.

“You broke your arm when you were seven.” Amelia continued excitedly, “You put a bee inside Troy's school's shoes when you were ten.”

“Did you find out about the bee while doing your research?”

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