When she finished her climax, her eyes focused again, and she ran her hands up my chest. “God…that felt good.” We’d been screwing every night for the past two weeks, and while she came each time, it wasn’t as enjoyable. She preferred this connection too, the strong heat between us. “So fucking good.”
I widened her legs more and moved into her deeper, grinding my pelvis against her throbbing clit. My warm breaths fell on her face, and I looked at the erotic gleam in her eyes. “I’m only getting started.”
* * *
We lay side by side in the dark, both tired and satisfied from the extensive fucking we’d just done. My sheets were soaked with sweat and sex. I’d come inside her twice, so her pussy was stuffed with my seed. I felt like I’d run a marathon. I was exhausted, but I also felt like I’d achieved something great.
My inspiration had returned.
I pictured her wearing a white thong with a jewel in the center, a representation of the most beautiful gem between her legs. A push-up bra was on top, pearl white and innocent. The same jewel was in the center of the bra, right in the valley between her tits. The white represented her innocence, the jewel represented her flawless value. She was purchased for a hundred million dollars—because that was how much she was worth.
She sat up on her side of the bed then ran her fingers through her hair.
My eyes shifted to her back.
She sat there for a few seconds, staring into the darkness of my bedroom. Then she placed her feet on the floor and stood.
I sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Where are you going?”
“To bed. If I don’t leave now, I’ll fall asleep and never wake up.”
“Then fall asleep.”
She turned around and faced me, the moonlight shining through the window and highlighting her face. “You want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
Instead of hopping back into bed, she continued to watch me.
I held her gaze, trying to understand her hesitance.
She finally crawled back into bed, her perfect figure highlighted by the moonlight. She got under the covers and rested her head against the pillow, her hair messy from rolling around for the last few hours.
I lay beside her then hooked her leg over my hip. I brought us close together, cuddling with her face-to-face. I’d been sleeping alone my whole life. A man like me needed the entire bed to himself. I was six three, and my muscles created constant heat that warmed the sheets. Another body nearby just made me hot. But I wanted this woman beside me, wanted her soft skin against mine. I stared into her face and watched her close her eyes. Once she drifted off, her breathing became deep and slow.
I studied her features, from the bow shape of her top lip to her slender nose. Every single feature was so perfect I wondered if she’d been created by a Greek god. She’d been molded from clay then brought to life. Never in my life had I seen a woman so stunning, so flawlessly perfect. She made me jealous because I was the only man who deserved such a perfect woman. I was the only one rich enough, powerful enough, and strong enough to bridle a woman such as her. Only a man like me had the means to protect the greatest treasure in the known world.
My hand glided up her hip to the deep curve in her waistline. I moved farther up until I felt the swell of her tit. Her skin was softer than Greek sand, and her complexion was balanced between olive and cream. A small freckle appeared once in a while, but other than that, she was completely unmarked.
I didn’t judge myself for being so obsessed.
Her legs were the perfect length, every model’s dream. In five-inch heels, she finally came up to my chin. Even her feet were sexy, perfectly created. I wouldn’t change a single thing about her. I’d been working with models for the past decade, and not once did I ever come across a woman more beautiful.
Muse was perfect.
I was tired and satisfied, but I was more interested in watching her sleep. It didn’t surprise me that Knuckles wanted her so bad. He went up to fifty million just to have her, but he knew there was no price I was unwilling to pay. I would have doubled my price just to have her.
She was mine.
I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, giving her a slight kiss that wouldn’t wake her up. Even when she didn’t kiss me back, her kiss was still better than any other I had. I moved my face into her neck and brought her closer to me, making sure there was no space in between us. We were a single person, wrapped up together and intertwined.