Bedding The Billionaire(5)

 

 

"What are you doing?" Damien asked thickly.

She closed the blinds and turned back to him. He looked like a pagan God, sitting naked on the couch, his legs parted, his manhood standing to attention.

"The moon's too bright." The sound of her voice surprised her-it was heavy with lust.

She pulled the tiny top over her head then unzipped the tight skirt, wiggling it down her bottom and thighs and letting it puddle at her feet. She hooked her thumbs into her lacy thong, and began to lower them too, but Damien, entranced by the show, held up his hand.

"Stop," he said huskily. "Turn around."

Something in his voice made her obey. His was a voice used to commanding, used to getting him his own way. Usually she hated being spoken to that way, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to obey every command he gave to bring the evening to its logical, inevitable and very satisfying conclusion.

She turned, slowly, giving him full view of her butt and the cotton thong slicing her cheeks in half.

Aware of his black eyes on her, she did something she'd never done for any man. She swayed to a rhythm in her head. With her back facing him, Abbey ran her hands down her waist, round her gyrating hips and placed one on each cheek. She let them explore across her skin, enjoying the way she felt and knowing he wanted to do the same. She glanced over her shoulder, cheekily giving him a view of her br**sts and behind at the same time.

His face was distorted with desire as he stood, mesmerized. She turned to face him fully.

"I want you," he whispered.

He was a man used to getting what he wanted, she could tell. Who was she to deny him?

"And I want you," she heard herself say.

"Good. Two adults, mutual consent. There's nothing wrong with this."

"Nothing at all," Abbey agreed and lifted her mouth to meet his descending one.

The kiss was a scorcher. It burned her lips, seared her tongue, sent hot flames licking her body. At first it was urgent, brutal, as if he was satisfying a pent-up need, then it slowed but remained intense and hot. He kissed like an expert.

Without their mouths parting, Damien picked Abbey up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection pressing into her. He carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and kissed her fiercely.

When his lips traveled downward, Abbey sucked in a breath in anticipation. When he reached her ni**les, she bunched the sheets in her hand and held on. He took each one into his mouth and nibbled, licked, sucked until the little points were red and raw but wanting more.

He cupped one breast and squeezed, then did the same with the other. Abbey moaned as tiny tingles shot across her skin.

Then Damien's tongue moved down again. He licked her stomach, her bellybutton. Then moved down. 

Down.

He caught her thong in his teeth and pulled the thin fabric over her legs as she arched herself off the mattress. He tossed them on the floor. Then he returned to his explorations between her thighs.

His tongue lunged, round, in, out, and Abbey heard a moan. Hers.

Finally he settled on licking up and down, setting her on a course to pure ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, and her body began to rock to the rhythm set by Damien's tongue.

The rush of tingles took her by surprise. Starting in her toes, it sped to where his tongue laved, up to her ni**les, her throat, her face. She arched her back, and he cried out as her orgasm swamped her.

Panting, she lay on the bed, wanting more. She hauled him up toward her, kissed him roughly as he settled himself above her, and guided him into her wetness.

His smooth, thick tip dipped in, then suddenly withdrew.

"What's the matter?" she asked hoarsely.

"No condom. You?" He spoke in short, sharp bursts, as if too harried to get any more words out.

"No. Maybe the hotel-"

He shook his head. "I can't wait." He looked down at her, his eyes glazed and shining. She read the message loud and clear.

She pushed him gently and he flipped over onto his back.

Abbey reached down to undo the buckles on the high heels she still wore, but he caught her arm and pulled her back up to him.

"Leave them on. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right."

Abbey had no idea what he meant by that and she didn't care. She wanted to give this man the pleasure he'd just given her. The pleasure that came from having no strings attached, no cares other than what's happening right now.

She kissed him hard, then followed the path similar to the one he'd traveled on her. Down his throat, across to each nipple, sucking and biting, then down through the sparse sprinkling of black chest hairs to his flat stomach.

He groaned when she reached her target, taking him into her mouth. Tasting him, rolling him around her tongue. Within moments his groans had intensified, and before long he was shuddering. Finally, his entire body convulsed as raw energy flowed out of him.