Escorting the Billionaire #3(10)

 

“It’s okay,” I said, stroking her hair. “We’re together now, and everything’s going to be okay.”

 

After a second, as promised, she calmed down and pulled back from me, wiping her eyes. “I’m a mess,” she said and laughed.

 

“You’re a hot mess,” I corrected her, my hands skimming down her skin again. Actually, she was freezing; our bathing suits were still wet, and she was covered in goose flesh. “I think there’s a hot tub out back. Do you want to go in it?”

 

“That sounds good,” she said. I grabbed her hand and led her through the house to the small, private, fenced-in backyard. There was a large hot tub back here and an outdoor shower. We both got in, and I hit the jets; the hot water felt amazing. I pulled her to me, resting my hands on top of her bikini bottom.

 

“No one can see us back here, right?” she asked, looking at the high fence. Before I even had the chance to nod, she’d undone the top of her bikini, throwing it casually to the side. Her breasts were round and luscious, her nipples hard from the chill. She had the faintest beginnings of a tan imprinted on her skin. She stepped out of her bottoms and threw those to the side as well, coming to me.

 

It had been too long. She must have felt it, too. The need.

 

Without a word, she leaned up and pulled my face toward hers, drawing me in for a deep, luxuriant kiss. Our tongues connected, and I got rock hard again. She quickly undid my swim trunks and pushed them down, grabbing my thick cock within her hands expertly, stroking me up and down in the hot, bubbly water. She took her other hand and cupped my balls lovingly, all the while twining her tongue around mine, making me wild for her.

 

I was so hard it almost hurt. “Poor baby,” Audrey said, still stroking me. “All that crying I did, and you just needed some attention.”

 

“I’m fine,” I said hoarsely. “It was worth the wait.”

 

She was working me with her hands, and I started to thrust against her blindly, not even really aware of what I was doing.

 

“I want to you feel you inside me—deep,” she said. She let go of my cock and came next to me. She leaned over the side of the jacuzzi, so her ass was facing me, and her face was against the warm tile of the patio. “Take me from behind,” she ordered.

 

I moaned before I even put myself against her. “I’m not gonna last that long like this, babe,” I said, stroking her glorious ass. She spread her legs a little, ready for me. The bubbles in the hot tub rubbed up against my balls and my huge erection, and I positioned my tip against her slit, feeling the wetness that was all her. I slid my hardness against her, getting lubricated and so hard I was about to burst.

 

She reached down and positioned my cock. She slid me into her, at first easing just my tip in. And then she moaned, and with a few motions of her hips, made sure I entered her all the way to the base of my shaft.

 

It felt so good to be back in her, I almost came right then.

 

“Holy fuck,” I said. She leaned back over the side so I was positioned right behind her, in balls deep. I grabbed her hips and her ass and began to thrust. Each stroke made me moan, her tight body clenching around me, my balls slapping against her and splashing in the water. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge of oblivion. She pushed back against me, and I put one hand on her back, holding her down, continuing to thrust into her deeply, almost savagely. I wanted to fuck her forever, and I wanted to come right then. I wanted her to turn around to face me so I could kiss her, and I never wanted her to get out of this position ever again.

 

“James,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I want to feel you explode in me.”

 

I thrust into her harder, deeper, our bodies crashing against the water and the stone. Her body was so tight, squeezing everything out of mine. I was relentless, driving into her deeper each time. Her tight body stretched to accommodate me, and she moved back against me. I grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Oh my God,” I said, starting to spasm.

 

“James,” she cried out, her body clenching and shaking around mine.

 

“I fucking love you,” I said, and came in a torrent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next afternoon, I rolled off of Audrey, breathing hard. “That was brilliant,” I said. Now that we’d started having sex again, we couldn’t stop. We’d been sneaking back to our villa whenever we could.

 

“What?”

 

“Us. Together. I think we’re even better now that we’re official.” I trailed my fingers lazily down her naked shoulders, thrilled just to play with her long hair and touch her beautiful, smooth skin.