Eternally Seduced(36)

Small, pleasure-tinged cries filled the room, and it took a while for  the realization to sink in  –  that those sounds were coming from me, and I  couldn't  –  I just couldn't stop making them. He was kissing me  everywhere, touching me in the parts where it ached the most. As he  sucked on my other nipple, his other hand was already stroking me into  wetness, teasing me over the lace before tearing it apart.         

     



 

He sucked harder, causing me to gasp and arch my back. It was exactly  what he wanted because it brought my sex up, too, and one finger easily  found its way past the folds.

"Constantijin!" I couldn't help crying out his name as he started moving  his fingers. I didn't know how long it lasted. All I knew was that  having him inside me  –  even if it wasn't his cock  –  already felt like  more pleasure than I could bear. And then his finger was joined by  another and another and by then I couldn't help pushing my hips up to  meet every thrust his fingers made.

"Please," I begged him. It was all I could manage to say, but I knew he would understand.

And he did.

I watched Constantijin tear open a foil package and cover himself with a  condom before returning to me. He pushed my thighs to open wider.  "Soon," he promised just before his head disappeared down and then he  was licking me. The pleasure consumed me the moment his tongue reached  my clit and I jerked against him.

He immediately reared up, bracing his arms against each side of me. As I  cried out in ecstasy, Constantijin's cock nudged against my entrance.

I shivered in anticipation even though I was still coming, the waves of  pleasure only softening ever so slightly. "Please," I panted.

"Yes, now." The head of his cock finally entered my body, and it was  fuller than his fingers combined; the sensation unbelievably raw and  consuming.

My arms went around him, my nails scraping down to dig into his back. "Please, please---ah."

Constantijin had suddenly thrust hard, his cock going all the way in,  easily breaking the flimsy barrier that made up my virginity.

It was painful, but in an agonizingly beautiful way that had tears stinging my eyes in a mixture of joy and hurt.

A fine sheen of sweat covered Constantijin's body, the muscles in his  strong arms tensing as he did his best to keep his weight from crushing  me. "Does it hurt?"

It took a while to find my voice. "N-no."

Without a word, Constantijin slowly pulled out, and I let out a sound of  protest. But it was immediately cut off by the blazing sensation of  pleasure that took over my body when Constantijin just as abruptly and  completely thrust back in.

"Does that hurt?" he rasped out.

My arms tightened around him as my eyes closed shut in bliss. "No."

Constantijin's thrusts took on a rhythm, one that was agonizing in its slowness. "Faster," I gasped out.

He increased his tempo, a fleeting grin touching his wonderfully shaped lips as he looked down on me. "Like this, sweetheart?"

Even as I blushed at the look in his eyes, I couldn't help moaning, "Yes."

The faster thrusts of his cock into my body made me arch up against him  as I did my best to match his tempo. But still there was something  missing, and the wicked gleam in his silvery eyes told me that he knew  what it was  –  and he was deliberately keeping it away from me.

"Constantijin!" I beat his chest half-heartedly.

He laughed, asking innocently, "What?"

"You know what!"

"No, I don't. What do you want?" He pulled all the way out, the head of his cock teaching my wet folds.

I beat his chest again as I growled, "Constantijin---"

"Tell me to fuck you."

My eyes widened.

He laughed; a sexy sound that had my fingers curling against his chest  in a heightened sense of desire. "Tell me to fuck you hard."

I shook my head.

He started moving his hips in a circular fashion, causing his hard cock to dance against my folds, and I moaned.

"Say it."

And I said almost angrily, "Fuck me hard, damn you!"

The words were barely out of my mouth when Constantijin's cock slammed  back into me, with such fierce roughness that it completely took my  breath away. And then he was pounding into me, so hard I could feel  myself sinking deeper into the softness of the bed. But it was  beautiful, addictive, and I found myself twisting my legs around his  waist to pull him closer. We rocked against each other, his cock never  stopping in its hard and furious claiming, and I cried out as I felt my  body start to stir in a very familiar way, one that had my toes curling  against his back.

"Constantijin!"

"I know, sweetheart," he said harshly even as he kept on pounding into  me. With each thrust, his cock seemed to sink an inch deeper and claim  another piece of my heart.

It was almost there  –  and I was almost there, but I couldn't reach it,  making me sob his name in frustration and desire. "Please," I gasped  out. "Please---" I broke off when I felt Constantijin's hands move under  my body, grasping the curves of my bottom.

He shifted over me, and when he drove inside me again, I gasped because  this time each thrust hit my clit. By the third thrust, he had me flying  over the edge.

"Aaaaaaah." I sobbed as the sensations nearly threatened to split my  body apart. Constantijin hadn't stopped thrusting in and out of me as I  let go, his movements becoming more frenzied.

He let out a shout and as he tensed above me, I looked up at him.

His head was thrown back, his eyes welded shut in pleasure, a guttural sound escaping his mouth as he continued to come.

At that moment, he looked so very beautiful  –  more so because I knew I  had somehow pleased him the way he was always skillfully able to please  my body. I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood hit me. Bleeding  was so much better than saying what my heart kept screaming.

I love you, I love you, I love you.





Lesson #5




Your billionaire can be treacherous without even knowing it.

He will make you want to say the words you cannot say.





"Shit." The word slipped out before I could stop it when I rolled over  on my back and saw the time on the window-like clock at the left side of  the bed. Made of silver and glass panes, its transparent parts let  early morning sunlight filter inside the bedroom.

It was five in the morning already, and if I didn't want to be late for work, I had to leave now.

"Constantijin?" I whispered, touching his naked shoulder gingerly.

He stirred but didn't wake. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned  towards me and resting over one curled arm, as if he had fallen asleep  watching me. The whimsical thought made me gulp. It tempted me to forget  about reality and just stay there, but I knew I couldn't  –  wouldn't  –   do that. I didn't want Constantijin to think I took advantage of him and  his position at the office the first chance I got.

I decided to try one more time before leaving. Ruffling his hair gently, I whispered, "Constantijin?"

But all he did was grunt in irritation.

It made me grin. I could easily imagine how he was as a child. He must have been a horror, not wanting to wake up for school.

With a sigh, I checked the drawers until I found a writing pad and pen.  Scribbling a quick note, I hesitated at the end. Love could be  misconstrued, so I decided to end it with something that was sure to  make him laugh instead.

After folding the note and placing it on top of the bedside table, I  pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the beginnings of stubble had already  appeared. It was my first time to feel his cheek less than perfectly  shaved, and it created a warm fuzzy feeling inside my heart.

This was surely one of the many firsts that we'd share.

And I was right. But the second of the firsts we had to share took place in circumstances that were less than pleasing.



Shit. I said the word over and over in my mind as I hit the Up button  several times even though I knew it wouldn't get the elevator to my  floor fast enough. Seven-forty-freaking-five AM. I left Constantijin's  bed early just to be late to work.

I sighed in relief when it finally reached basement parking and, after a few moments, started its way back up.

The doors slid open.

Shiiiiiiiiit.

Constantijin stood alone inside the elevator, gorgeous and impeccably  dressed as usual. But he looked different in my eyes at the same time,  like the crazy stupid romantic feelings inside me had made him appear  even more beautiful.

He didn't glance at me, and that sort of killed my courage. I spun  around, intending to take the stairs even if it meant suicide with my  stilettos, but I was too late.

"Hold the door!" a woman said frantically behind me, and she was  followed by a huge group of people rushing for work. Before I knew it, I  was swept along by the tide and shoved all the way to the back.

Next to Constantijin.

A prickling sensation hit me as another person's fingers touched mine.

I looked up, but Constantijin was staring straight ahead, his face unreadable.