The Billionaire's Payment(6)By: Alexis Moore
She was awakening needs in him that were alien.
It was worrying and exhilarating.
“Come here to me,” he commanded softly. He could have gone to her and swept her off her feet, but he wanted her to feel some measure of control, to consciously bridge the gap between them.
She walked slowly over to him, her breasts and hips swaying rhythmically with each step. All at once he understood why men in ancient times worshipped Rubenesque women. The movement of her hips was as old as time itself—and far sexier to him than the practised sashaying walk of supermodels on catwalks. Her hips looked capable of bearing his children naturally and effortlessly. The thought made him want to plant his seed deep inside her and watch it grow from the outside.
He shook his head to clear it and slid his hands up her goose-bumped arms to warm them as she finally drew close enough for him to touch her.
“Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
He would, of course, when he took her virginity, but he would try to do so as painlessly as possible.
She raised her chin and gazed up at him, her eyes so trusting his heart clenched. He knew that whatever happened he couldn’t seduce her against her will.
What the hell’s wrong with me? Annoyed with the tender feelings she created inside him, Jared sought to regain control of himself and the situation. Cupping her breasts, he held her gaze as he thumbed her nipples. The only other times breasts had overfilled his large hands like this, they had been implants which had moved unnaturally and separated from the breast tissue when moulded. Hers were beautifully solid masses and moulded to perfection, the nipples peaking magnificently at his touch.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes softened and then closed in ecstasy as he applied a firmer touch.
“Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispered.
She obeyed him instantly, her eyes looking dazed as though she was high on drugs or alcohol as he continued to tease her nipples.
“Have you let another man touch these?” His hands tightened on her flesh at the thought.
She was his!
“No,” she denied, her dazed eyes meeting his squarely.
God, it was such a rush to watch her come undone by the simple touch of his fingers.
“You like this?” He pressed them a little more firmly.
“Yes-ss,” she moaned
“And this?” He bent and took a nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth.
“Oh. Oh. Yes. Please, don’t stop!”
Her hand came up to cradle his head as he pulled the nipple deeper into his mouth and sucked on it. Her moans grew louder as he pulled and nipped. He must be the first man to ever touch her breasts—unless she had the world’s most sensitive nipples. He had never seen a woman react so strongly to a little nipple sucking and teasing. She pressed her hips against his, seeking with an instinct that was engrained on strands of her DNA, the part of him that would give her even more pleasure. The part that would make her soar and then finally end her torment.
Luckily Jared had such a part.
Swinging her up in his arms he marched out of his office, down the corridor and into his bedroom. He needed to be comfortable for all he wanted to do to her.
She started when he bent and laid her against the softness of the high-count Egyptian cotton sheet on the bed.
“Relax, sweetheart. We need to be comfortable so I can pleasure you. I will give you so much you’ll forget your own name,” he promised. Quickly stripping down to his boxers, he lay down beside her and kissed her closed lips softly. “Just tell me if I do anything that hurts.
She parted her lips as he drew away and Jared immediately accepted the invitation, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he brought his hand up to cover her left breast.
“You have the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen,” he groaned as he broke the kiss to watch as her nipple responded readily to his handling. He plucked it as he did his guitar strings late at night when no one could hear him. “So beautiful and so responsive.” He could probably make her come by just playing with her nipples, he thought, and wet his fingers. Then he increased the pressure until she was gasping. “Tell me what you’re feeling, sweetheart. Tell me if you want more or less…harder or softer.”