Page 69 of Billionaire Romance

And then he’s finished, and he’s staring at me, and his cock is still in my mouth. He smiles, a very satisfied and male smile. “That was very good. I wouldn’t have known it was your first time.”

I pull back so that I can speak. “You’re a good teacher.”

“And you’re a natural,” he says, pulling me up off my knees. “And it’s your turn.”

I’m on my back on the seat of the car and he’s over me before I even have the chance to ask, “My turn for what?”

Eric’s voice is practically a growl. “For me to taste you the way I’m dying to. This is my real dessert.”

“But we’re already even,” I gasp.

He laughs against my skin, kissing across my collarbone. “This isn’t about being even. If couples kept track of how many orgasms each one had, no one would ever stay together.”

“But—”

He looks at me. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he says. “But you do. I saw the look on your face at dinner, and you know that I can make you come. So tell me to stop.”

Our eyes are locked, and I say nothing. Because he’s right. I’ve never had this either, and I want his mouth on me as much as I wanted to taste him. As my silence stretches on, his mouth tips up into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything, just moves down my body and lifts the skirt of my dress higher and higher until it’s bunched around my hips.

My heart is pounding and my breath coming in gasps as he pushes my thighs apart and I can feel his breath on my panties. Oh God, this is happening, and my stomach is swimming with butterflies and anticipation, and I’m wet enough that he’ll be able to see it.

He hasn’t touched me, not yet. And then there. Just a brush of something across the fabric over my clit, and even that tiny touch is so good. Again, that touch, and I realize it’s his tongue. He’s licking me through my panties, holy shit.

Eric’s hands slide up my thighs, fingers hooking in the fabric and peeling it away. He slips them down my legs and then they’re gone and he’s back, that same light touch of tongue but this time it’s on my skin and holy. Fucking. Shit.

I moan, because even with vibrators and toys nothing has ever felt like this and he’s only just touched me. Eric spreads my thighs wider so I’m on display for him, and he continues to lick me. Gentle flicks across my clit and down across my entrance that splash pleasure across my skin.

His hands are still on my thighs, and I feel utterly possessed. Eric has me where he wants me, and he’s not going to stop until I come. The movement of his tongue is getting longer, smoother, spreading across my skin and dipping inside my entrance.

And then he seals his mouth over me and sucks deep, and I think I might have just screamed, I’m not sure because it feels so good. Holy fuck, if what I did to him felt anything like this…

He moves, lips focusing around my clit, and teasing, pulling, grazing me with his teeth. Ripples of pleasure are ringing around my gut and I can feel my orgasm coming quickly. I want it to last longer, I don’t ever want it to end. But I’m too wet and too aroused and it’s not going to last.

He licks the bottom side of my clit, building up a rhythm the same way I did for him, and the pleasure is building in a wave that’s going to crash, and I’m arching up into him, trying to get closer. I can’t control my breath, my voice, every movement of his tongue making me cry out.

He pulls back and the pleasure fades, orgasm receding just far enough for it to be manageable. For it not to be coming, but just hovering in the background.

“I could keep you here you know,” Eric says. “Just letting you almost come until you were begging for mercy.” He kisses my clit softly. “That sounds like a nice way to spend an evening.”

“Please, Eric,” I beg. I don’t think I can handle him taking me to the brink over and over again. I need it too badly. “Please.”

He laughs, and the vibration of his lips shoots sparks behind my eyes. “Another time then,” and he devours me. His mouth is overwhelming and everywhere. I can feel his tongue on my clit again over and over and over and the tide of pleasure is rising higher until I can’t breathe, can’t take it anymore, and I break open.

I’ve never had an orgasm like this. It sweeps through me like wind and fire and I’m falling through pleasure or pleasure is falling through me I’m not sure which is true. Both. Neither. God, this feels amazing and I don’t ever want it to end.

Eric’s mouth is still on me and he hasn’t stopped, isn’t stopping, and I go over the edge again as he sucks my clit between his lips. I do scream then. I’m not in control. Every nerve is on fire and my back arches off the seat in an attempt to get closer to his mouth, the source of all this pleasure.

I never imagined that it could be like this.

He doesn’t stop tasting me, continuing to tease me with little licks even after I’ve come down from the cloud of pleasure, panting and spent, trying to catch my breath.

He takes his time pulling away, rearranging my dress. I don’t move until he pulls me upright. “I don’t really know what to say after that,” I admit.

Eric kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. I never thought that could be so impossibly sexy, but it is. “You don’t have to say anything. Just hearing you come was enough.”

“I could come more,” I say, hopeful and offering. “We don’t have to stop.”

“Believe me,” he says, “I don’t want to stop. But I’m not going to fuck you in a car any more than I’m going to fuck you in the back of a club.”

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