Billionaire: A First-Time Steamy Romance

by Gilead, Kate

  Which, I guess, it does.

  He kisses me, a soft flurry of kisses that quickly turn deeper, more searching and more urgent again.

  Unwrapping his legs from mine, his mouth moves downwards, stopping at each breast to tickle and flick my nipples.

  Each of his touches harden my nipples, sending electric tingles down my belly where they seem to gather directly in my secret place, making it clench and loosen and clench again.

  “Have you ever, uh, you know, pleasured yourself? Or, rather, penetrated yourself?” His voice is a hoarse whisper as his mouth moves over my belly and lower, each kiss now ending with a flick of his tongue.

  Heart thumping, my hands follow his head, fingers tangling themselves in his thick hair. “Yes, of course I know how to make myself come but I haven’t penetrated myself. I just…ahhh, oh gosh, oh God…uhhn!”

  He’s lowered himself between my legs and as I’m speaking, his mouth fastens on my naked pussy, tongue spreading flat to find my clit.

  Holy Mother of God!

  He…he’s…oh…ohh…yeah…what he’s doing with his tongue is…is…indescribable.

  My legs spread wider, my hips pump slightly and my entrance does that slow clenching and relaxing again as he explores my folds with his tongue, making me drenched and gasping for breath.

  “Mmm, fuck,” he whispers, “you are delicious.”

  Now his finger circles my clit, making my eyes want to close with ecstasy. Yet, at the same time, I want to watch and see what he’s doing.

  Taking a peek, I see he’s absorbed in examining my pussy, letting his finger circle, flick and wander. “Your little man in the boat is already hard,” he notes with satisfaction.

  Now he pushes my thighs further apart. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he says, “yeah, that’s it baby. Now just relax. Just relax, and let me show you how much I love you.”

  His hands slide under my ass and lift my pelvis, holding me up with no more effort than if I were a mouth-watering slice of watermelon he’s about to devour.

  His tongue flattens itself against my throbbing button, now flicking, now covering it with his mouth and sucking…and oh oh ohhh God now his lips make a a kind of collar of themselves and he sucks it more forcefully into his mouth, where his tongue flicks and licks, making my legs and thighs shiver.

  Oh Jesus oh God, every touch makes that thirsty-hungry kind of slow contraction start deep inside, where it somehow travels up my body to my nipples, making them harder, making me need to touch them, pull them, take them between my own fingers to heighten their sensation.

  Deep inside, something loosens and contracts…and again…and now again…and then his tongue traces downwards and gently probes my entrance.

  His persistent tongue-fucking produces soaked, liquid-y splashy sounds, oh God so hot so sexy and he soon has my hips rocking in time with his rhythm.

  “Ahhh, sweetie…oh that’s…so…nice,” I whisper, my hands stroking and grabbing his hair by turns.

  Back up to my clit his warm tongue goes, and now he sets to it like a man feasting.

  With one hand, he pulls on the flesh of my mons, exposing more of my tiny erection to his attentions, and his tongue begins that exquisite stroking again, up and down, then side to side, then circling, then sucking.

  My hips quiver as that good, good feeling builds…recedes and builds…then builds…and builds…my thighs tighten, my toes curl…and he fastens his lips around that hard ball of flesh and quickens the stroking with his tongue until…

  “Ahhh…oh yeah…” My breath catches and holds and holds…and then my mind goes blank as my pussy erupts in molten ecstasy.

  “Unnnh! Unnnhhh…ohhh… oh God…uhhnnnn!”

  I can’t contain my cries as the explosion of pleasure grips me, lashing my body with contractions that hit like a lightening strike, again, and again, and with each contraction he just touches my clit with his tongue, just touches it with feather strokes that extend the crest of ecstasy into shuddering wave after wave.

  My hips pump involuntarily, pushing myself into his face and pulling it away again, leaving me panting.

  And greedy for more…wanting him inside me more than ever.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he breathes, “was that good baby?” He looks up at me, grinning. “Mmmm yeah that was a nice come wasn’t it Cherry? Goddamn, tasting your creamy pussy is so fucking hot!”

  That talented tongue moves back into place, lapping my still-convulsing pussy as he groans with satisfaction.

  Now, his tongue is replaced with a finger. “So nice and wet now,” he whispers, “so fucking creamy and delicious. Now let’s see what we’ve got here.”

  Carefully and softly, the finger pushes its way inside me. Again I look down to see Brad’s face, his expression intent, his mouth and chin glistening, watching his own finger.

  “I feel something in there,” he says. He puts his tongue inside me experimentally, but all I can feel is the pleasure his touch brings. “Does that hurt?”

  “No,” I gasp, my breathing still raggedy.

  “Mmmm,” he growls, taking the finger away. He bends and laps at me once more, licking my folds from clit to perineum, even taking each inner labia into his mouth to caress with lips and tongue.

  There are no words for happy I am that we found each other. This ecstasy was so worth waiting for!

  Brad was worth all those lonely years.

  “Gotta make sure you’re good and soaked,” he murmurs, then he climbs up on top of me, kneels between my legs and takes his cock in his hand.

  It’s thrilling watching what he’s doing. He massages the deep pink flesh of his glans, and as he does I see a silver pearl of precum emerge. It falls onto my pussy, as he watches with a ravenous look in his eye.

  Then he leans forward, presses the tip against my entrance and stops.

  “Does that hurt?”

  I shake my head and try to wrap my legs around his waist, urging him forward. “Just fuck me already! Just fuck me, please just fill me up Brad, I need you so bad.”

  He laughs softly. “Talk about an eager beaver! Let me get it in the right place.”

  “I need you inside me,” I pant, trying to push myself onto him.

  “Just…one…sec.” Looking down at himself, he presses harder and then, with a surge of his hips…oh yesss… it slips inside.

  Instantly my pussy grabs it, my hungry flesh grabs his cock and clenches around it forcefully.

  “Oh yeah,” he whispers, “so tight!” And his head goes back, his eyelids fluttering.

  Pushing a little more, the head of his raging cock completely disappears into my swollen, soaked pussy, and now there’s a little pain, just a little, and then with a grunt he shoves his hips forward and yeah the pain flares but…ohhhh God….it hurts, yes, a little, but it’s a good hurt….then back a little and then forward again, and that’s it, the pain is gone.

  Now he’s all the way in, all the way inside of me, and I can feel every hot pulsing inch of him…and it’s beautiful, more than I ever hoped and dreamed.

  All the way inside of me now, he settles his elbows on either side of my head, looks down and smiles at me.

  “How’s that? Is that okay?”

  I can only nod, staring at his mouth but not really seeing it, my attention fixed on the heat and fullness of his cock buried inside my twitching, swollen flesh.

  He kisses me tenderly, letting me taste myself on his lips.

  Then, he begins moving his hips back and forth. Before long, a low moaning growl comes from his chest and his thrusting gets harder.

  He stills, then asks, his voice hoarse with need, “Are you ready for me Cherry? You ready? I wanna fuck you hard now, you ready?”

  Biting my lip, I nod and then he rears up on his knees, grabs me around the hips and lifts my body up, impaling me on his steel-hard rod.

  Using his hands to hold me in place, he grinds himself into me, and I’m so soaked and juicy that my pussy starts making those sexy sma
cking sounds again.

  God, how hot is that, I can feel everything, all of him, so hard and hot and good, I can feel his cock butting up against my the entrance to my womb…how hot and sexy and delicious is that, and the good good feeling starts up again, way way up inside.

  “Mmmmm,” he growls, nostrils flaring, his lip curling away from his teeth. He shifts position, getting his knees under him, then he pulls back before slamming it home, hard and deep.

  “Nnnnnhhhrr!” Again this low, growling roar comes from deep in his chest, pushing through his clenched teeth…now the muscles of his neck and torso are straining with effort as he pumps his hips harder and faster, the friction rising inside.

  “Aww fuck yeah,” he moans, “uhhh….uhhhnnnn…nnnnnhhhnnnn!”

  And I swear it feels like his cock is actually getting bigger and harder…and I realize that it is, it is actually getting bigger and harder because he’s coming, he’s coming inside me, his hot seed is filling me right now…and… Jesus…God…can it be this good….yes yes it can and it is, and I squeeze my internal muscles as hard as I can around him so I can feel the animal pleasure, every twitch and jump of his pulsating cock.

  He collapses on top of me, panting and shaking.

  After a moment, he gently rolls off of me.

  “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, bar none. Your pussy is so fucking beautiful Cherry…my Cherry.”

  Still breathing hard, I run my hands over my face and push my hair out of my eyes. “Not so “cherry” anymore, huh?” Raising my fist, I pump it in the air. “Whoo-hoo! That was awesome!”

  We both laugh breathlessly.

  Still smiling a rather exhausted smile now, he pulls me into his arms. “You know what the best part is?”

  “What?”

  “You’re mine, Cherry baby. I love you, you’re mine, we belong together. And I’m never letting you go.”

  Chapter Ten

  Cherry

  The rest of that first night is spent in a sweaty, musky tangle of passion. We make love, doze off, wake up and play some more.

  After midnight we wash up and drink ice water and gobble some leftovers in the kitchen, naked under our robes and talking and laughing, then get back to exploring each others bodies like we’re making up for lost time.

  Which, we are.

  Finally falling into an exhausted sleep I don’t know when, I wake up when I hear Brad getting up.

  He goes upstairs and is gone for a while. When he comes back, he sees that I’m awake as he gets back into bed with me. He whispers that he had to make a couple phone calls.

  Then he curls up under the blankets with me, wraps those soft-hard beefy legs around mine, and we sleep until lunchtime.

  And when we finally get up and shower, the sun’s out and the roads are being plowed.

  After devouring sausage, eggs and pancakes that we cook together, he tells me to get ready.

  “We’re going to your place and pick up some of your things, clothes and day-to-day things you need. While we’re there, we’ll visit the superintendent and give notice that you’re breaking your lease. Then, first thing Monday, I’m having a moving crew go in to pack the rest of your stuff and bring it here.”

  “Wait just a sec. There’s no…”

  Shaking his head, he holds up a hand. “Don’t say there’s no rush.” His brown eyes are serious. “We lost enough time already. If you don’t feel right about living with me right off the bat, fine. You can live with Lana until I get one of the empty units finished. I’m having the crew come in on Monday and they’ll have it done in a week.

  “I…really? That fast?“

  “Faster if necessary. I don’t want you to be alone anymore. Hell, I don’t want to be alone anymore. Unless you are absolutely dead set against it, this is your home now. Are you really gonna tell me that after yesterday, after last night, you don’t think it’s a good idea?”

  “No!” I can’t help but laugh at his determination, loving every second of it. “It’s a great idea. In fact I was going to throw myself on the floor and cling to your feet if you tried to make me leave.”

  “You…huh? Hmm, now there’s a mental picture. I’d love that. Especially if you were naked.” He grins. “But, what where you about to say, then?”

  “I was just going to say that there’s no one in the office in my building to give notice to. It’s Saturday, honey. The superintendent is on emergency duty only on the weekends.”

  “Oh.” He widens his eyes at me comically, then that gleaming, toothsome grin breaks across his face, making me giggle too. “Jesus Christ,” he laughs, “don’t scare me like that.”

  “Oh geez, sorry. My bad,” I snort.

  “Yeah, well, don’t let it happen again,” he jokes.

  “Also, when tenants move out of that building, they’re supposed to book the elevator in advance so that…”

  “Shush,” he says, coming close to kiss me. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of everything now. You can count on me.”

  * * *

  Good as his word, Brad takes care of everything.

  The following Monday, the moving crew arrives with my stuff as promised, and it’s now carefully stowed away in the basement.

  My car…well, I’m told it was given a decent burial at the junker’s and that’s all I need to know.

  Brad and I have already decided on a new Volvo for me, after his insistence on giving me a choice between the three or four safest vehicles on the market.

  My clothes and shoes and make-up and hair stuff is already ensconced in the master bath dressing room.

  Because, naturally, I don’t want to live in one of the other units by myself. I want to live with Brad.

  But he still gets the construction crew in to complete one of the units…just in case I need a place to get away, he explains one morning, a couple weeks later.

  He’s sitting in one of the chairs in the dressing room, watching me do my hair.

  “Get away from who? You? Why would I want that after waiting all these years for you?”

  “You were waiting for me?”

  “I…well, I think I was. Lana thinks so too. She says I was doing it subconsciously but that it was all divinely guided.”

  “Hmm. Well that makes two of us. You were always on my mind.”

  I smile at his reflection in the mirror. “No matter how you slice it, it’s a blessing for us both.”

  “Well, Picasso, all I know is, you are divine yourself. Put it this way, then. If you need a place to get away and enjoy your solitude, which I know you need from time time, you can use the finished unit on the second floor.”

  He picks up one of my hair clips, a complicated-looking one. After examining it curiously, he clips it to his finger and shakes it at me. “Or, you can keep the spare room. Or take my bedroom and I’ll sleep in the spare room for the…”

  Laughing, I throw myself into his lap.

  “Uhnf!” He lets out a greatly exaggerated groan. “Baby I love you but don’t forget I’m ten years older than you,” he jokes, slapping my ass affectionately. “Don’t break the old fart’s hip or anything.”

  I snuggle against his chest, where he hugs me close. “Or, I’ll buy you a house…or a cottage, or a Swiss Chalet…as long as you don’t stay away too long and always come home to me. Deal?”

  “Deal. You know, I always wanted to have a cottage on a lake somewhere,” I say. “When I first came to Canada, my parents rented a cottage for the summer. I remember falling asleep to the sounds of loons calling, the wind in the trees. And swimming in the lake, even though it was kind of gross with all the slimy weeds at the bottom.”

  “Yeah? You like fishing? Boating? Jet-skiing?”

  “Never been jet-skiing. My dad took me fishing a couple times though. We took a canoe out for the day and it was so peaceful. Gentle waves, the sun sparkling on the water.”

  “I’ll get you the best fishing gear money can buy,” he says, twirling a lock of my hair
around his finger.

  I try to smile, because all this talk about him buying me whatever I want sounds great.

  But is also makes me kind of uncomfortable.

  I know I’m going to feel guilty and weird unless I’m doing something to earn my own money. And I’ve learned that it’s not just about money, either. It’s about purpose, and fulfillment and working towards something.

  Must be he can see my doubt on my face.

  “What’s wrong, babe? Not really that into fishing?”

  “No, that’s not it. I need a job Brad.”

  “The hell you do. I’ll give you…”

  “Sweetie. Thank you! Thank you so much for taking care of me. You really are my hero.”

  “Mmmhmm. Always. Never forget that.”

  “But I need to have something to do with myself. I can’t just lay around eating bon-bons all day you know.”

  “Yes you can. Play video games, eat bon-bons and give me many children. Why the hell not?”

  “Be serious for a sec. I need a job because I need fulfillment for myself. Plus, I need to be able buy at least some things with my own money.” I grasp some of his facial hair and tug gently, “For myself, and for you. It’s gonna be hard enough to buy something for the man who has everything, even when you have money of your own. But that’s what I want to do.”

  “Well you’re not going back into skip tracing and collections, are you?”

  “Yuck! No. I might have a lead on something, but I have to look into it first. If it works out, you’ll be the first to know.”

  * * *

  Later that day, I’m standing in front of Good Eats Diner, the busy, retro-cool restaurant where Lana is head chef.

  Through the frosty glass, I can see that inside, there’s a crowd of people waiting to be seated. Waitresses wearing fifties-style uniforms bustle back and forth, carrying trays piled with food and drinks.

  Yesterday, Lana told me that they were hiring a line cook. As usual, they want someone experienced. But, next to the owner, she has final say over kitchen hires.

  And she’d be willing to work with me at home some, to help with my training until I get used to the routine.