Page 36 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“Because I wanted you all to myself,” I whisper as I begin to move inside her. I lean in closer, so our lips are nearly touching. “I still want you all to myself, Ella.”

I slide in till my balls slap her skin. My cock twitches inside her and she groans.

“Move, please,” she begs as she attempts to thrust up, but she’s sandwiched by my body with her legs bent and crushed against her.

“I like feeling you wrapped around me, Lady Eleanor of the Woods,” I tease, using another nickname from our childhood. She’d requested I call her that one day when she was playing at being a princess in our treehouse.

She giggles and her muscles undulate around me.

“Fuck, Ella,” I grunt as I start moving, needing to chase my release.

Her laughter stops abruptly, and her body begins to tremble as I press hard, giving her clit much-needed friction. It’s been less than two hours, but I’ve used every second of them to figure out her desires, and her needs. I’ve never been this compelled to please a woman before. I love pleasing women, but this is next level.

I want so much more with her. But I know I can’t have it. I have too much riding on my business idea. I need to concentrate on that. My grandfather needs me to keep his company going in the right direction.

“Hey.” Ella’s voice brings me out of my thoughts as I feel myself pounding into her at a rapid rate, chasing something more than my release.

My eyes fly open, and I slow down a little.

“Where’d you go?” she asks gently.

I swallow. “Just a lot going on. Sorry,” I reply as I lean down and kiss her slowly. I internally curse at myself. This is our first night together. I shouldn’t be worried about where things are going between us. I should just enjoy this moment and make sure she enjoys it.

I focus on the feel of her body and respond to each of her movements and cute little sounds. God, she’s so fucking perfect! It’s like I dreamed up the perfect woman, and the universe dropped Ella into my life, again.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” she cries out. I feel her body tremble and it pushes me over the edge just as she calls out my name, her hands gripping my arms.

I lean back, bringing her up onto my lap and we both sit there breathing and looking at each other for a few moments.

“I think we need a shower,” I announce as I wrap her legs around me and stand. I carry her into the bathroom.

“If we’re going to keep doing this, maybe we should hold off on the shower,” she suggests.

I chuckle as I turn the water on and dispose of the condom.

“We need sleep, Ella. And I always get hot, so I like to shower before bed,” I explain.

“Oh, OK,” she says as she steps in and lets me wash her. I let her wash me, allowing her once again to explore my body. I love how her touch is tentative even after the past few hours. I press a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

I turn off the water and offer her a towel. We dry off and step back into my bedroom.

She glances around. “Uh, do you have like a shirt and some socks here that I could borrow?” she asks before biting her lower lip in that nervous tic she tends to have.

“I do…or you could just sleep naked,” I state as I open two drawers and point to them.

“Do you sleep naked?” she asks as she grabs a sports t-shirt and a pair of socks.

“I do,” I answer as I watch her put on my shirt that seems to swallow her up. The socks are loose on her feet as she shuffles into the bed.

“How do you sleep with socks on?” I ask, sliding into bed next to her.

“How do you sleep without socks on?” she asks in mock horror.

“Uh, quite well, thanks.”

She groans and gives my side a little shove. I pull her against me, and she rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me.

“Seriously, aren’t your feet cold?”

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