Chapter 40
CHAPTER 40
C lara
I collapsed into my bed— our bed—and hummed as I rolled to my side. Max was curled up in his bed in the corner. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was totally asleep. He looked peaceful. I rolled to find Levon crawling into bed with me.
I smiled. “I had such a good time with your family.”
“They definitely love you.”
“And I love them. I've always loved them.”
He nuzzled my nose with his. “That's what makes this so perfect.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “You're perfect.”
“No, you are. And I promise you'll always come before my career.”
“I hope that doesn't ever happen,” I joked. “Because then I wouldn't be able to hook up with a billionaire anymore.”
He laughed. “Oh, is that all you care about?”
“Just your money. That's it.”
“Only fancy cars for you, huh?”
I giggled. “Only the finest.”
“And caviar for dinner every night?”
“Yep. Give me the best seafood available.”
“All the fancy dresses?”
I laughed as his hands danced over my torso. I cradled his head as his lips decorated my neck, prompting me to sigh with longing. His hand dipped beneath the sheets and to the front of my shorts. He stroked me gently and caused me to moan.
I bit my lower lip. “Yes, to the dresses.”
“And what else?”
“Well,” I faded as he bit my neck teasingly. “Well, I . . .”
“You what?”
Every thought that came to mind quickly fell away. He drew my attention away from our humor, redirecting me to where his hands fell on my body. As his right hand pleased my muff, his left drifted up to my breast. He took my breast gently and kneaded it while his lips marked a trail down the center of my chest.
I gripped his hair. “Baby . . .”
“Yes, darling?”
“You're spoiling me.”
He chuckled lightly as he dragged his nose between my breasts. “Should I stop?”
“No, don't stop.”
He slipped his fingers beneath my shorts to stroke my clit. I gasped and arched my back, my hips jolting forward before I could control them. His lips swept down to my right nipple and caressed it, forcing me to arch farther. I rested my hands above my head as he pleasured me. There was nothing better than having him all over my body, running his fingers in every direction possible.
As he slid a finger inside me, I groaned. I grabbed at the headboard, searching for a place to put my hands. I wasn't sure where exactly to grab. His lips traveled south to the waistband of my shorts where he paused while he tugged my shorts down with his free hand. He unfurled his tongue and licked my clit in feathery strokes, causing me to part my legs wider.
I ran my fingers through his hair. I tried to keep my thighs from clenching, but I could no longer control the reactions of my body. He commanded every part of me. He controlled my response and my pleasure. And I happily let him do it. I surrendered control to him as I might to a higher power.
His finger glided seamlessly in and out of me. As he fingered me, he continued lapping at my clit, circling it generously with his tongue. I watched him kiss and suck intermittently, my eyes rolling back every so often when he hit a sweet spot.
I gripped his hair. “Come back.”
He slurped. “What's that?”
“Come back and make love to me.”
He withdrew his finger and glided up my body. He wiped his lips and then kissed me, sighing into our embrace. I feverishly removed his pants and dropped his boxers, grabbing his erect cock. He groaned and thrust into my hand. I stroked him rhythmically for a few seconds before parting my legs wider and inviting his cock into my entrance.
He floated inside me, filling me up. I gasped and hugged his shoulders as he submerged his cock into me. Within seconds, he picked up a steady beat. He reared back his hips and gently thrust into me, propping himself up with his hands.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I cupped his face. His hair fell into his eyes and I stroked it back, revealing his gorgeous eyes. I met his gaze as he pumped faster, inspiring my brows to knit together. I parted my lips to speak but only moans erupted from my throat. I was well past words. I couldn't express to him how I felt in any other way than strained utterances.
He surged into my entrance. My desire doubled as his cock twitched inside me, signaling his oncoming release. I wanted him to explode inside of me. I struggled to hang onto him as he thrust into me, his cock probing deep into my muff. Each of his thrusts coaxed a moan from my lips and I couldn't contain my excitement. I was on the very edge of reality.
That's what he did to me—he transported me. He took me away from the world and into the universe beyond, showing me how our pleasure could connect us. My moans raised in pitch. I gripped his shoulders, closing my eyes as the electricity crackled in my pelvis.
He growled low and long, burying his face into my neck.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Come inside me.”
“Oh . . . God . . .”
He exploded. I erupted with him, my hips thrusting in tandem with his. I felt him fill me up and I bayed, throwing my head back into my pillow. Within seconds, he collapsed on top of me, panting into my neck.
I smiled wide. “That felt so good.”
“Beyond good.”
“It was delightful.”
“Transcendent.”
I grinned. “Wow, that's such a nice compliment.”
He chuckled. “And all because you wanted a yacht.”
“Darling, I never said a yacht.”
“Really?” he panted. “Well, I thought I heard boat somewhere in the list.”
I giggled. “No, darling. All I want is you.”