Chapter 16 #2
“So sensitive,” he murmured appreciatively, alternating between gentle licks and sharp little nips that had her squirming beneath him. “So perfect…”
“You’re killing me here,” she gasped as he lavished attention on her breasts, her body arching into every touch. “I swear, if this is how I die, my obituary’s going to read death by billionaire foreplay.”
He chuckled against her skin, loving how she could make him laugh even in moments like this. “Not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He trailed hot kisses down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his lips. “Not even close.”
When he settled between her thighs, she was already wet for him, her scent driving him mad with want. “Anyone ever tell you that you have an oral fixation?” she managed, then gasped as he gave her a long, slow lick. “Oh God… not that I’m complaining…”
The first proper stroke of his tongue had her crying out his name, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
He loved this—loved how responsive she was, loved the little sounds she made, loved how she couldn’t seem to keep still under his mouth.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, not pushing, just holding on like she needed an anchor.
“Jay,” she moaned as he circled her clit with his tongue. “That’s… oh God…”
He hummed against her, enjoying how it made her hips buck. Every flick of his tongue drew new sounds from her throat, each more desperate than the last. When he slipped two fingers inside her, she actually sobbed his name.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh. “So responsive. So perfect.”
“Less talking, more—ah!” She broke off as he curled his fingers inside her while sucking on her clit. “Holy… how are you so good at this?”
He smiled against her, increasing his pace. Her thighs were shaking now, her breath coming in short gasps. When she came, it was with his name on her lips, her body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through her.
As she lay there panting, he kissed his way back up her body, savoring the taste of her on his lips. “Still alive?” he asked, smirking against her collarbone.
“Barely,” she managed between breaths. “I think you broke my ability to form complete sentences. Hope you’re proud of yourself.”
He was, actually. Ridiculously so. Seeing her like this—flushed, satisfied, yet still wanting more—made him feel powerful in a way no business deal ever had. When he finally reached her mouth, she kissed him deeply, moaning at her own taste on his tongue.
“Need you,” she whispered against his lips. “Now, Jay. Please.”
Those words, combined with the way she was moving beneath him, destroyed what was left of his control.
He gathered her in his arms and thrust into her in one smooth motion, making them both cry out.
She was incredibly tight, hot and perfect around him, and for a moment he had to stay still or risk embarrassing himself like a teenager.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You feel… that’s just… wow.”
He might have laughed at her eloquence, but he was too busy trying not to lose his mind at how good she felt. When he started moving, she matched him thrust for thrust, her body arching to take him deeper.
“Look at me,” he demanded softly, needing to see her eyes. When she did, the raw desire in her gaze nearly undid him. He kept his strokes deep and measured, watching pleasure flutter across her features with each thrust.
“Harder,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer. “I won’t break, Jay.”
“No,” he agreed, picking up his pace. “But I might.” And God help him, he meant it. This woman was destroying him in the best possible way.
Her answering laugh turned into a moan as he hit a particularly sweet spot. “Worth it though, right?” She clenched around him deliberately, making him groan. “Definitely worth it for me.”
“Minx,” he growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he drove into her harder. The sounds she made—little gasps and whimpers of pleasure—were driving him crazy. Each thrust drew a new noise from her throat, each one more desperate than the last.
When he felt her starting to tighten around him, he shifted slightly, changing the angle. The new position had her crying out sharply, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
“There?” he asked, though her reaction made it obvious.
“Yes, God, right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, please don’t—oh!” Her words dissolved into a cry as she came apart in his arms, her body trembling beneath him.
He slowed his pace, letting her ride out the aftershocks, but didn’t stop completely. When her eyes fluttered open again, he couldn’t help but smile at her dazed expression.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, then gasped as he thrust deeper. “Though I’m starting to think you’re trying to kill me with pleasure. Is this some elaborate plot? Death by orgasm?”
He chuckled, then in one smooth motion rolled them so she was on top. “Not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widened as she settled onto him fully in this new position. “Oh… that’s… deep.”
“Too much?” he asked, his hands steadying her hips.
She gave him a look that was pure sin. “Not even close.” Then she started to move, and it was his turn to groan.
She moved above him with a grace that made his breath catch, her slender body a work of art in motion.
Moonlight painted her skin silver, turning each drop of sweat into diamonds as she swayed and rolled to a rhythm that was driving him insane.
Her small breasts bounced with each movement, making his mouth water with the need to taste them again.
“You’re staring,” she managed between gasps, trying for witty but failing as he thrust up sharply. “Oh God… that’s not… that’s not fair…”
“Can’t help it,” he growled, watching her head fall back in pleasure. Her swollen lips parted on a moan that made his cock throb inside her. “You’re magnificent like this.”
When her eyes fluttered open to meet his, the raw desire he saw there nearly undid him. “I’d say something… clever…” she panted, “but you’ve basically… short-circuited my brain…”
He wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrists, needing something to anchor himself to reality. The contrast of his large hands against her small bones made something possessive roar in his chest. She was his. All his.
“Jay,” she gasped as she lifted her hips and sank down again, taking him impossibly deep. He surged up to meet her, making her cry out. “That’s… oh God… I can’t even… words are hard…”
“Then stop trying to talk,” he suggested, voice rough with desire. “Just feel.”
Her attempt at a sarcastic response dissolved into a desperate moan as he hit a particularly sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back as pleasure blazed through her, her whole body trembling. “Easy for you to say… you still have… brain function…”
She squirmed and writhed atop him, chasing her pleasure with an abandon that fascinated him. He’d never seen anything more beautiful than her like this—lost in sensation, completely uninhibited. Every roll of her hips, every arch of her back was pure poetry in motion.
“If this is how I die,” she gasped, “tell everyone… it was worth it…”
“Not dying on my watch,” he growled, then in one fluid motion, rolled them over. She landed on her back with a surprised gasp that turned into a moan as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand.
“Oh… that’s…” Her attempt at speech faltered as he drove deep into her. “Unfair advantage… using those CEO muscles…”
He couldn’t help but smile against her throat, even as he maintained his relentless pace. She was still trying to be clever, even with her body trembling beneath him, even with pleasure clearly scrambling her thoughts. It was endearing and sexy as hell.
“You were saying?” he asked, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust that had her eyes rolling back.
“I… what?” She blinked up at him, dazed. “Was I talking? Why was I talking when you’re doing… that…”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, deeper. The new angle had her gasping with each thrust, her clever quips dissolving into breathless moans and pleas. He loved reducing her to this—loved watching her sharp wit crumble under waves of pleasure.
“Jay… please…” She arched beneath him, straining against his grip on her wrists. “I need… more…”
“More?” He slowed his pace deliberately, making her whimper. “You’ve already come twice, sweetheart. Getting greedy?”
“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, trying to move her hips to force him deeper. “Your fault… making me addicted… to billionaire-grade orgasms…”
Her last attempt at wit dissolved into a desperate cry as he picked up his pace, driving into her with controlled power. Each thrust was deeper, harder, more demanding than the last. Her head thrashed against the pillows, beyond words now, beyond everything except the pleasure he was giving her.
“That’s it,” he growled, watching her come apart beneath him. Her lips were parted, gasping for air, any trace of her usual sharp tongue lost to sensation. The sight of her like this—completely undone, completely his—made something primal surge in his blood.