Billionaire's Escort - Page 95

Goosebumps rose up on my arms. “I can’t accept it.”

He stepped back and shook his head. I hurt him as much as he hurt me. This was pointless.

“Why not?”

“It’s too much. I don’t want to be in debt to you.”

“You can take it and walk away, and I won’t regret it. Not for one second. Even if I wanted to take it back, and I never will, I couldn’t. It’s already done.”

“I can’t—”

His kiss broke down every single barrier, every bit of confusion and heartache. His tongue belonged in my mouth. I needed to have his arms wrapped around me, and his chest pressed against mine. It was relief, passion, and an unquenchable desire.

I had to wrap my arms around his neck just to keep from falling back from the force of his kiss. He pulled his head away and met my eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I could stand spending another moment without you. You have no idea…”

I kissed him, slowly, softly, and let my tongue pass through the space between his lips. I pulled it back, and he pressed through, powerful now. My nails grated against his back, and I felt him shiver.

He stepped back and ripped my shirt off. I walked forward, kissed him again, and we kept walking up the stairs, while his lips played against my own, and his tongue swept up my palate. He bit down on my bottom lip, and I opened my eyes to see him smiling.

He lifted me up and cradled me in his arms while he carried me into the bedroom. He laid me down and took his place next to me on the bed. There was magic in this moment. When we were two people, discovering one another.

His hand swept up my arm, and a chill rose up. Then he grazed my jaw and lifted my chin so he could look at me. “I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

That was a weapon. He knew that it would drive me closer, and I’d press my lips against his. That my mouth would open easily, that my body would respond when he cupped my breast. It was all a way to pull me in, so we could ease our wounds and find the peace that we both deserved.

It worked. My body relaxed, and that dull ache behind my eyes faded away. His kiss and his touch were all that mattered. The way his hand pulled down my body, and his finger pulled over my nipple—I tensed up.

His lips moved faster, his tongue pulled out, and he left a hot, wet trail, down my chin, my neck, and my side. This was worship pure and simple, driven by devotion and the unbearable time we spent apart.

His lips were a blessing, sweet and gentle. Moving behind my ear, his teeth dug in, softly, but enough to cause a jolt, then stronger, driving my head back. I gasped, and he bit hard, pulling up the skin with his lips, letting it fall and rise, sucking in and out.

He pulled his hand down my breast, past my nipple, then under my bra. His thumb grazed my nipple, and thunder clapped, both inside me and outside. He pinched down, and it started sprinkling, trickling out in a hot, trembling burst.

I could feel it between my legs, like a raging storm in my core. It spun, writhed, and churned, filling the dry, neglected cracks, staining my panties, and as his lips moved down my neck, staining the sheets.

He reached his other hand under my bra and circled both nipples slowly, sending a cold wave down my body. It mixed with the storm that grew with every movement. His hand moved around my back, over the strap of my bra, and closer to the clasp.

Anticipation and passion rolled between us, fueled by his finger flicking back and forth over my nipple. His lips moved up my shoulder, and his bulge scraped against my legs, sending a pulsing wave flying straight to the storm.

My body clenched. A trickle burst out and became a wave when he unhooked my bra, ripped it off, and threw it behind him. His lips took control. His mouth moved down between my breasts and up my neck while his finger traced around my nipple.

The rain poured now, and it started pooling up. He looked up at me, stuck out his tongue, and flitted his tongue over the tip of my nipple, up and down, over and over again, each time sending sparks flying down my chest and over my stomach.

The tiny pools inside me became lakes. The hand he’d moved down my side rested against my hip, and his cock moved up and down my leg. His hips rose and fell, and his eyes, an innocent blue, caught the light. He smiled up at me with his wicked, predatory grin.

His kiss moved from one nipple to another, a sign of pure affection. Then he moved down over my breasts while his thumbs circled my areola. The warmth and moisture, set against the chilly air, provided a sweet moment of comfort, release, and something else powerful.

The storm wasn’t a storm anymore. It was a ball of electricity, and his lips were the catalyst, sending jolts flying down my stomach. Goosebumps pebbled my flesh, and the warmth of his breath flowed in, creating a fire that melded with the electric storm.

Then his teeth pressed in, tickling my skin, and they trailed lower, toward my pants. His fingers were the main focus. A finger circled one nipple, and he pinched the other, softly, then harder and harder, until a cry bubbled out, and he clamped onto both of them, laughing.

He sucked in air sharply through his teeth and kissed me. I didn’t notice his hand pressing down my pants because I was distracted by him pulling back and biting my lip, then moving down over my neck. He focused on my chest. One kiss fell on the top of my breasts, then the other, down my cleavage.

The storm was rising. His hand rested on my lips, and his finger moved up, over my veil, exposing my clit. I could feel the prints on his hand rubbing against it and the swell of moisture ready to pass through. The lakes were rising over the shore, ready to overflow.

His lips rested on one nipple, sucked it through, then onto the next as his finger started to press through my lips. He kissed the space between my breasts and began to move onto my stomach again.

This time, he moved urgently. He pulled his hand out and slipped his fingers through my belt loop. He moved his body lower, and his cock pulled down my leg. I could feel the head tracing down my shin, and his lips flowed past my belly button, pressing against the space just above my pants button.

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