Seduced By The British Billionaire(23)

He quickly maneuvered behind her, spooning her on the couch in his arms. He drank in the sweet smell of her hair, brushing it aside to expose the back of her neck. With one hand he rubbed her shoulder, his fingers probing towards her breasts tortuously. She couldn’t deny the heightening sensation, her nipples already hardened in anticipation of his touch. His mouth played with her, sucking and biting as she closed her eyes from the pure ecstasy. She felt every little sensation, begging for more. She reached her hand behind her, searching hungrily for him. Her fingers brushed his pant leg, the soft material allowing an easy advance northward. She trailed up his leg until she found what she was looking for.



His body stiffened, realizing her touch almost instantly. His hardness felt hot in her hand, threatening to burst through the seams of his clothes. Pressing himself against her grip, she provoked the consuming elation that chained him down to her. “God,” he released such eager sounds. His fingertips passed the protection of her push-up bra, delving until they found gold. He circled around her pleasure, playing with her want until finally delivering.



She threw her head back, her fingers pushing hard against his raging erection. “Mhhh,” She moaned, letting the cry audibly escape her lips. Her face knit together, expressions strewn with pure bliss.



His thrusts became more persistent until he shoved her hand out of the way and pushed himself against her luscious bottom. Her red dress came up, exposing the bright red thong caressing plump perfect cheeks. Excitement drove through her, playing lustful arpeggios with sharp pangs of desire. As their bodies ground together rhythmically, he curled over yanking at her dress.



“Remove it please.” His voice was thick, fever once again ravaging his sea blue gaze.



Lifting the bulk of his muscled body away from her, he gave her room to remove the articles of clothing. She quickly obliged, ripping off the dress until she lay bare in her lingerie.



“How is this fair,” she murmured while turning to face him. She slid her fingers to his shirt and tugged on it to convey her wishes. “How come I have to take everything off?” She gave him a little smile, pulling up on his shirt.



He kissed her in-between the moments his shirt went over his head. He couldn’t get enough. His breathing was ragged and irregular, his heart pounding hard in his chest. Sliding his pants off, he tossed them along with her dress on the floor. Wrapping a large muscled arm around her small frail body, he stared into her eyes. All he did was look and relish the connection between the two, feeling the air thicken around them. She noticed how intense his gaze was. And then he was on her, kissing butterfly kisses down her neck, inching his way south. With her head light from the alcohol, suddenly nothing else mattered. Time was no longer of essence.



When his mouth found its way to her bra, she didn’t think about anything except erotic build whip-lashing through her body. She was pretty sure she heard her bra snap as he ripped it forcefully from her like a brazen bull. The cup of his desires had overflown beyond a reasonable point of control. Then the final acts of their upcoming union   commenced. His tongue found the hand to pull his body closer. She wanted him to feel the same sweet rapture tunneling through her body. She dug her fingers into his broad muscled back as he leaned to her beckoning. Satisfaction flashed through his eyes, but she couldn’t see it.



His tongue played with her, flicking back and forth now until her sex moistened and sweat beaded her brow. He enveloped her fully, suckling with perfect pressure. God she wanted more. She wanted to touch herself, to release the cacophony of pleasure in her body. When he was dually satisfied, he lowered his head, shifting down the couch. The mystery of his next move thrilled her to no end. He kissed down her breasts, the small hair on her body standing on end. He slowly made his way down, licking her stomach softly while reveling in the taste. Dear God her head cried, astonishingly feeling his lips trail lower. Her entire frame stiffened with anticipation. But he didn’t stop.



The only part of him she could reach for was his thick luscious hair. She curled her fingers in it as his hands stroked her thighs. His index finger brushed the inside of her knee, and then slid up the inside of her thigh, his kisses following the imaginary line. Making his way to his mark, he softly stroked her wetness after removing her panties. Small pangs of hunger made her swell until she wanted to burst. His fingertip rubbed up and down the outside of her sex, stimulating her clit until she could barely stand it. Up and down making her legs tremble, she cried out from the sweet pain. There was nothing like the first initial touches, because there had been nothing previously to compare them to. They were perfection.