Babysitting the Billionaire(20)

She needed her pants off, now. She tightened her thighs and threw herself to the left on the bed, pulling him with her. As soon as he started to roll, she let go with her legs and scooted the annoying pajama bottoms out of the way.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He palmed the side of her head, and planted a kiss on her crown. “What next, my queen?”

May blushed. He wanted her to talk? Couldn’t he just read her mind? She took his hand and pressed it into her belly button. Then she turned their hands so the fingers pointed down, and slid them down, into the thatch and over the nub, the hungriest part of her at the moment.

He scooted closer to her, pressing into her side from armpit to foot. She squirmed herself to lock into him. They fit perfectly. Amazing.

She started him making that blessed figure-eight movement and then lifted her hand, reaching for his belt buckle. “Not yet,” he said.

“Just the belt,” she said, undoing it. It took quite a while to work it out of the loopholes, as what he was doing to her was so distracting. She pulled her hand back and over her head, forgetting to let go of the belt. It slid off the opposite side of the bed.

“Next?”

“Fingers, inside, right underneath. And tongue, here.” She pointed at her mouth. He shifted, and then took her in both places at once. She sighed in pleasure, almost overcome in her eagerness to track all the sensations.

Then he started circling a nipple in the same rhythm, and she started her happy squirm.

All of a sudden, it was too much. She nipped at his upper lip, and he pulled away. He did not seem to mind the fine sheen of sweat he’d induced in her. In fact, he was looking mighty proud of himself. She needed to do something about that.

Later. “More fingers, there,” she said.

“My lady,” he murmured against her neck, pressing kisses down, and into the cleft between her neck and her chest. She bucked. He’d found the trigger, deep inside.

“Slow, and often,” she said, and then let go and let the sensations wash over her. Her blood was buzzing, her bones humming, her muscles singing. And her voice, her voice, screaming.

When she came back, he still had that grin on his face. It brought her right back to the brink. “Yeah, yeah, you did that. Let’s see how you like it.”

She pushed him onto his back and sat up to undo the buttons on his jeans.

“Commando?”

“A guy can hope.”

She slid her hands around his hips, and he helped shimmy them off. His cock, full and nice and not circumcised, bobbed toward her. Head at his knees, she pushed the slacks to the floor, and then looked back at him.

“Use your words,” she teased.

“Hands, first.” He reached for the night stand, opening the drawer. It held packets of condoms, a three ounce bottle of lube, and the Book of Mormon. “Toss me a condom, but start with the lube.”

She smelled the lube. Unscented, good. She poured some in her hands and held them together to warm it. Before she could turn back to the job at hand, he spoke again.

“Give me another condom. Give me all of them.” His voice sounded strained, which was a little odd since she hadn’t even touched him yet.

Starting with a loose grip at his base, she spread the lube the way she would a fine paint on a priceless vase. She bent down to his level, to be sure she was being thorough. So she didn’t see his face, but she heard the groan from his belly first.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. Keep going. But it’s all we can do.”

She looked up at him, surprised. He waved the little packets, and then tossed them off the bed. “Expired. Every one.”

She’d never heard of such a thing. “Maybe they’re like milk and still good after a few days.”

“You want to take that risk? After what happened to you?” He crunched up and took her head in both hands. Rolling back down, he carried her with him. The motion pulled her hand up and over the sensitive crown. He bucked, and smiled up at her. “Like that.”

She did it again, and again, watching his gaze go hazy, his mouth go slack. Then she tightened on him, and he surged up, taking her mouth with such passion she had to push to her knees to keep her balance. He had such a lovely, pushy mouth. That’s when she had the idea.

Kissing him, she pushed his shoulders until he was propped on his side. Then she dropped to her same side, face to his swollen member. She palmed his sweet balls and flicked her tongue on his tip. This time, when he bucked and wanted to kiss her, she lifted her leg and, good lord, he took the bait, and her core, with that marvelous tongue.

May had to concentrate to give him the pleasuring he deserved. Luckily, they both responded to the same 6/8 tempo. She felt herself roiling up again, close to coming, but he wasn’t ready. She flicked her hips, trying to get out of range of his mouth, but he clamped an arm on her hip, holding her fast. In surprise, she accidentally scraped his shaft with her teeth. He came yelling, too, the sound reverberating down her vagina, wrapping around her womb. Pumping, pumping, his cum was salty-sweet going down.