Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(45)

“I can’t,” I whimpered, hating how pathetic I sounded.

“Yes, you can,” he said, gently. “Focus on your desire. Be with it. And just breathe.”

I closed my eyes. Finally, I felt myself begin to un-tense my muscles. I refocused on the throbbing feeling in my core instead of trying to shrink away from its intensity. When I opened my eyes again, I was finally able to take a long, deep breath.

“There you are,” Daniel said, smiling, brushing his fingers against my flushed chest. “It’s very important, in moments like this, to remember how to breathe.”

Just the light touch of his fingertips on my skin was enough to make me part my lips and exhale with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like this before. When he reached down and raised my shirt up over my head, the mere slide of the fabric against my skin was enough to make me shudder.

I’d never imagined it could feel like this. I must have been a ball of tension and nerves every other time I’d had sex, because this was unprecedented. I’d never realized. As simple as it was, I’d never tried to just breathe before.

He seemed inordinately pleased with himself, judging by the expression on his face. I almost wanted to laugh, but at the same time, I didn’t.

“It’s deceptively simple, I know,” he said. “You’ve never heard that before?”

“What? To just breathe?” I gasped as he rested his hand on my breast, pressing against the taut nipple. “No. I guess not.”

He brushed my hair behind my ear. “Stick with me,” he said. “I’ll teach you all sorts of things.”

“That’s very magnanimous of you.”

“Oh,” he breathed, inches away from my lips. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

He kissed me again, just a brush of his mouth, strangely chaste. Then, he reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. He pulled it off and tossed it aside.

His eyes raked over my body and I almost felt it like a physical touch. Finally, his fingers settled on the button of my shorts, and undid it.

They fell to the floor. I stepped out of them, feeling strangely without shame, standing there in the middle of an obscenely expensive hotel room in my panties.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he said, teasingly, kneeling down slowly on the carpet. I had to concentrate, as his own hot breath tickled skin. It brushed across my lower stomach, my hipbones, and lower -

His fingers slid under the fabric of my panties and pulled them down, slowly.

His face was inches from my sex. I was losing focus. Breathe. Just breathe.

He leaned closer and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my hip.

I moaned a little. I knew exactly what I wanted him to do, but at the same time, I was afraid if he really did it, I’d scream, or collapse, or both. My knees already felt weak. When his tongue flicked out and traced the crease between my thigh and my mound, mere inches from where I most wanted it, I shivered and heard myself begging.

“Please,” I whispered.

He looked up at me and smiled.

“All you had to do was ask.”

At the first lap of his tongue, I pitched forward, grabbing his shoulder for support. He held on to my hips and pulled back. “Shhh, shhh,” he said. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

I kept leaning on him, taking long, shuddering breaths like he’d told me to. When I was able to let go of his shoulder and stand on my own again, he leaned in and continued his ministrations.

This time I was able to keep my balance, although every muscle in my body twitched and shivered at the exquisite feeling of him. Because I was focusing so closely on not falling over, the sensations somehow hit me more slowly, crawling through my nerves instead of slamming into me, the way pleasure normally did. I was filled with a delicious ache. I let my head fall back, my eyes closing as I let out a long, shaky moan.

My fingers rested against the top of his head, scratching lightly at his scalp. He hummed against my swollen flesh. Rather than an ever-rising, unstoppable build towards climax, I was feeling something different. Deeper. The feelings ebbed and flowed, but even the ebbs made my toes curl into the carpet with pure bliss.

He picked up his pace, slightly, which I hadn’t even realized I wanted; but as soon as he did, I moaned again, rocking forward. But this time I kept my balance. I managed to keep my feet flat on the floor, taking in the pleasure instead of letting it overcome me. I felt like I was glowing from the inside.

When I came, it was something that rose up from deep inside of me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. But I never lost myself in it. I stood strong in it, like a sailor tied to the mast of a ship, letting the feelings wash over me until I couldn’t hold them all inside any longer.