Billionaire: A First-Time Steamy Romance

by Gilead, Kate

  What a glorious man!

  Still in my dress and heels, I step over to him, catching a glimpse of myself in the floor-length mirror.

  My legs look smoking hot in these shoes, if I do say so myself. And my little black dress suits me perfectly, falling around my curves, accentuating the positive in every way.

  Silently, I approach my man and let my fingers trail over his shoulders.

  He turns his head, a smile curling the corner of his mouth. One hand grasps my silky, stocking-clad ankle, circling it completely.

  Then he lets that hand wander up…up…all the way up my leg, under my dress, to the place where the silk of my stocking stops and my naked thighs begin.

  Ohhh…shivers.

  “Open your legs a little, babe,” he asks, and of course, I’m happy to oblige.

  Using just his fingertips, he caresses the inside of my thigh, then he lets the side of that questing hand brush gently over my pussy…where it pauses, finding me naked there as well.

  “Aw baby,” he croons, standing up. Looking down at me, he gives me that sexy smile. “You makin’ me crazy.”

  At that moment, the music on the sound system switches to the quiet, smooth opening riff of “Get You” by Daniel Caesar.

  Talk about your sexy love songs!

  Putting one arm around my waist, he pulls me to him and takes one of my hands in his to clasp against his chest.

  Holding me close, his hips begin moving to the languid beat, his feet moving in slow steps, enticing me to follow him in his rhythmic movements.

  Under heavy lids, he watches me, his desire written plain on his face.

  As we sway slowly together, his need for me becomes plain in another way, too.

  I push my belly into him, relishing his hardness, loving the way it responds to my slightest touch and attention.

  “Mmmm,” he growls, softly, bending to kiss my waiting lips.

  And those gentle kisses quickly go from passionate to heated to ravenous, tongues tangling.

  Ahh…love.

  Only love can make this kind of heat.

  Slowly, in time to the beat of the music, I use the heel of my hand to encourage and tantalize his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

  One of his hands goes to my hair, pulling the clip out to let it tumble around my shoulders, while his slow dance-steps begin gently urging me towards the bed.

  Now his free hand is lifting the hem of my dress, traveling up my outer thigh to follow the curve of my bare behind.

  Tracing that curve so gently, so…tantalizing.

  Standing at the foot of the bed now, together we lift my dress up and over my head, leaving me naked except for my lacy bra, heels and stockings.

  “Jesus Christ! You look so fucking hot,” he murmurs, one big warm hand reaching around my back to deftly unhook my bra strap.

  I shrug out of it, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Mmmm,” he growls, bending to suck one nipple until it’s as hard as a rock itself, then doing the same to the other.

  Closing my eyes, I give myself to the sensation as my knees weaken and my pussy throbs.

  And when he kneels in front of me, pushing his head between my legs to taste me there, my bones feel like they’re turning to water, as if the heat he’s generating is melting them, melting me, turning me into liquid lust, oblivious to everything but this moment.

  Hands in his hair, I open my legs to give him all the space he needs to drink my nectar, until my nether lips are swollen and my nub is pulsing with need.

  He stands and gently pushes me down on the bed, one hand loosening his tie while that happy grin lights up his face.

  His erection is huge, clearly outlined against the inside of his fly.

  Spreading my bent knees, my legs still clad in heels and stockings, I play with my pussy for his pleasure as his tie hits the floor, followed immediately by the rest of his clothes.

  “I’m never gonna last if you tease me like that,” he murmurs.

  Running a finger between my juicy lips, he spreads my pink, glistening folds before inserting the digit inside of me.

  Moaning, I push back against that finger, trying to take more of it in.

  “Just a sec,” he says. Erect cock bobbing like it’s leading the way, he steps to one of the bedside table drawers and brings a sleek pink vibrator into view.

  “Mmm,” I purr. “Oh my goodness! I didn’t know you had one of those.”

  “I didn’t. I just bought it for you. Let’s play with it for a bit. Then I’m gonna to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours as hard as I can,” he promises, with a smile that’s hot as the sun.

  Settling himself in front of me, he says, “Hold yourself open for me.”

  With both hands, I eagerly comply, exposing all of myself to him.

  “Oh yeah…damn! Such a sweet, hot, pussy…mmm!”

  With his tongue, he lavishes my tender flesh again and again, nibbling and tongue-fucking me and teasing my clit with lips and tongue.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he confesses as he turns the gadget on.

  Hunkering down real close, he touches the vibrating tip to the side of my aching clit, masterfully applying pressure and then backing off…again…and again…just enough to bring that surge of goodness, bringing more pearly juice that he eagerly laps up, growling with delight.

  Then, mischievously, he pulls back the hood and lets the buzzing tip trail across the sensitive top of my button, making me gasp as my thighs quiver and buck.

  “Is that nice baby? Yeah? Mmm hmm, look at that creamy pussy,” he encourages playfully.

  Press and release, press and release, he expertly lets the sensation build, seemingly knowing exactly when to start and stop, until he has me hovering on the edge, soaked and shivering, his gleaming eyes rapt.

  And that smile, playing across that eminently kissable mouth of his.

  “Okay baby, you ready? You wanna come for me now?”

  “Yesohyes,” I say in a rush, my hips slowly rising and falling.

  He pushes the vibrating toy slowly into me, letting my hungry flesh take it in until it settles itself, sending pulsations of pleasure straight to my brain.

  After turning it to the next highest setting, he puts one of my hands on the device. “Hold that right there,” he instructs, and as I gladly comply he swings a leg over my head, positions his elbows by my hips. He lowers his thick cock to my waiting mouth in the sixty-nine position.

  Now he takes control of the device again, groaning with pleasure as I take him into my mouth.

  Grunting softly, he thrusts gently until his hardness is pressed against the back of my throat.

  He makes a minute movement, stops, and tries again.

  But then he stops again, his body tense and quivering, breathing hard as he struggles to contain himself.

  He sucks my clit between his lips, swirling with his tongue, and I can’t…I can’t…oh God…it’s so good, my legs fall open even more and my hips lift themselves, and in my mouth his cock hardens and twitches as his balls contract.

  “Fuck, honey!” His voice is low and hoarse. Pulling himself out, he says, “I can’t hold back. Just…don’t move, just hold still for another second.”

  He moves forward, positioning himself between my legs again. Pulling upwards on my belly so that I’m fully accessible, the vibrator nearly slides out of me.

  “Oh yeah,” he murmurs, “look how juicy you are!”

  He re-positions the vibrator and then puts both hands under my ass, lifting my pelvis to his mouth.

  The motion creates an exquisite pressure, compressing my inner flesh around the device, driving the vibrations deeply into my G-spot.

  “Uhnnnhh,” comes a formless, high-pitched sigh from my quaking throat.

  When he fastens his lips around my rigid button, the pleasure is so intense it has a sharp edge to it.

  “Uhh…ohhh shittt…oh God oh…oh…yeah!” My voice is a moaning, pleading cry for rele
ase.

  I can’t hold my hips still, on their own they thrust and buck and greedily push at him, my orgasm trembling right on the edge of release.

  Tongue presses, then flicks, then circles, and my hips flow with his every movement, I can’t do anything but follow his lead in this delicious dance…I can’t do anything but quiver and quake as an explosive orgasm gathers within me.

  Guttural, incoherent cries escape my throat in time with my panting, my breath catching and releasing as my pussy contracts against the device inside of me.

  “Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah!” Brad whispers hoarsely, then he pulls the device out of me in a gentle, steady movement.

  In the next swift motion he replaces it with his own hot, hard, throbbing phallus, thrusting it deeply inside of my quickening flesh, stroking that fire before it dies down, fanning that flame with his own needful lust.

  Nothing could be hotter than feeling that fullness, no device no matter how nice could take the place of that natural ecstasy of being joined with my love.

  That wave builds and crests as he hilts himself deeply inside me, his pelis pressing against mine…that rapturous friction, his vigorous motion pushing and pulling my clit and my entrance, stirring my honeypot, making it grip and relax in turns, bringing that rising delirious animal pleasure with every driving thrust.

  Both of us silent now except for our ragged breathing, his eyes taking in my bouncing breasts, then moving to my face. My own gaze moves to his rippling, straining arms and shoulders, taking in his masculine beauty.

  Now he settles into his rhythm, and the slap-slap of our flesh fills the room, with that sexy smacking of my soaked pussy…my hard nipples between my own fingers and…and…ohhhh God oh Jesus ohhh…ohhh… ohhhh…with another hard, greedy contraction, deep and profound, my body explodes into that joyous white light, over and over again, as Brad’s cock hardens to bursting inside me.

  My eyes squeeze shut just as his lips curl back against his teeth. One final, shuddering thrust and his roar rips from his throat, and we finish together, joined in love and transported in hot, molten ecstasy.

  * * *

  Later, cuddled on the fireside pillows, we’re sipping the champagne and talking quietly.

  Brad’s playing with my fingers, taking them between the tips of his own, absently squeezing and massaging each one as he talks about plans for the future.

  He wants to buy a lake house for us, a place to take our kids for the summer, and for holidays.

  A place where our children can stock up with good memories to take with them on their journey of life.

  “And, if you like this place, I’ll make an offer on it Monday,” he says. “And if you don’t, we’ll find another. It doesn’t matter to me. In fact, all that matters is this.”

  Gazing at the fire and enjoying his massaging fingers, I’m letting my mind paint pictures of giving birth and holding our babies, and their first words and steps and all the milestones and fun and…life…waiting for us in the future.

  Even when it’s not all fun, even when life gets challenging, I know that together, we’ll face whatever comes, good or bad.

  “All that matters is what, honey?”

  From somewhere or other, he produces an enormous diamond ring and slips it onto my finger.

  Stunned.

  The seconds tick by as I struggle to find my voice, searching his face and seeing the happiness there.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. “You…when did you get this?”

  “Never mind that, Picasso.” He lifts my chin to smile softly down at me. “I’m the one asking the question here,” he teases, but his voice is husky with emotion. “And there’s only one answer I want to hear.”

  I look at the beautiful ring, then back at him, my heart more full than I ever thought possible.

  “Well?” Those warm, loving eyes are steadfast on mine.“Will you marry me?”

  “Of course! Yes, of course!”

  “That’s my girl,” he says, smile widening into that toothsome grin. He kisses me deeply, stopping only when the tears overflow to wet my cheeks.

  Curling a big hand around my head, he cuddles me against the fluffy cloth of the bathrobe covering his chest.

  Sitting with our arms wrapped tightly around each other, he waits for a moment as I get myself under control, my body thrumming with joy.

  He plants little kisses on the top of my head, then rests his cheek there. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” I reply sniffling. “Are you kidding? Yes!”

  “Mmm? Good. So, should I put an offer on this place or should we look around first? What do you think?”

  Overwhelmed, I don’t even know what to say. “I…I…” Sitting up, I dry my eyes with a tissue and blow my nose. “I don’t even know! I mean…to me, it’s just incredible how well you’ve done with your towing business. I had no idea there was so much money in it that a person could afford….” I gesture around us, “something like this.”

  “Who said there’s so much money in the towing business?” There’s that grin and that gleam in his eyes.

  Huh? I stare at him for a few beats.

  “There’s not? What happened, you win the lottery or something?”

  “No,” he laughs, opening his arm for me so I can snuggle under it again. “The towing business pays well enough, yes. And it keeps me busy and grounded and employs people and…well, it’s a lot more manly, frankly, than the way I made my money.”

  He looks down at me with that sexy grin playing across his sexy mouth, waiting for me to ask.

  “Oh Lord,” I say. “You are such a tease. All right, I’ll bite: How exactly did you make the…millions that it must cost to buy a place like this?”

  “Millions…yes, you could say it’s millions. Many of them, in fact. Over a thousand of them. Well over. Not to brag, you understand.” Grin. “I’m just saying, is all.”

  He snorts at my expression, then tries to contain his smile and be serious.

  Not succeeding, but trying.

  “Over a thou…wait. Brad, that’s…” I stop and stare again.

  “Yep.” He watches my face, smile growing. Then, he throws his head back and lets out that shouting laugh at the ceiling, slapping his leg. “You should see your face! Ahhh, man.”

  Thoroughly confused, still, he’s so funny, I can’t help but laugh too. “Glad you’re having so much fun, but you lost me. Don’t tell me you’re a drug dealer or gun runner or international diamond thief?”

  “No, don’t be silly.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “Okay. I’ll tell you. It’s bitcoins, baby!”

  “Bitcoins?”

  “Yes, bitcoins. I’m a Bitcoin Billionaire.”

  The End

  Epilogue Chapter 13

  Six years later

  A shaft of sunlight falls across my eyes, gently coaxing me all the way up out of sleep.

  I sit up and rub my eyes. The clock shows it’s half-past nine.

  Brad, knowing my nights are getting more uncomfortable now, has closed the bedroom door to let me sleep in.

  Within me, our third child does a slow roll, perhaps woken himself by my movement.

  It’s enough to remind me there’s a lot less room in my bladder these days.

  When the latest sonogram showed it’s another healthy boy, Brad and I, naturally, were happy and grateful.

  Rose, our three year-old daughter, however, was disappointed and made no bones about it. She’d been so sure she was getting a new sister.

  Jonathan, our oldest at five, isn’t sure he wants any more siblings at all. But he was cautiously optimistic that a brother might be all right.

  “We’ll jutht have to thee,” he’d said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Always the circumspect one, is our Jonathan.

  We’re in the final week of our stay here at our Belize vacation compound. The main house is a tiled, adobe-walled bungalow, and the secluded property has two other guest homes as well.


  We did buy the log chalet on Lake Rousseau, where we had a small, but beautiful and very emotional wedding, with even some A-list guests, including the prior owners of the property. I was so nervous to meet them, but, as Brad promised, they turned out to be very nice and down to earth and they’ve been to our Belize compound since.

  Now, we live at the Lake Chalet in summer for the most part, with Brad coming for weekends and letting his managers run the business when he can.

  But winters in Canada can be long, cold and dreary.

  To counter that, we bought this villa a couple years ago so we could get away occasionally and enjoy the all warmth and sunshine, the sandy beaches, starry nights and fishing, swimming and wildlife creature-observing that this beautiful country has to offer.

  What a life. My gratitude is boundless and there’s not a day I don’t wake up with thanks on my lips and in my heart.

  In the ensuite washroom, I brush my teeth, brush my hair, then don a pair of maternity capri pants and a loose, flowing top.

  In the hallway now and heading towards the kitchen, I can smell breakfast. Eggs and pancakes, and cinnamon toast.

  Rose, who recently discovered cinnamon on buttered toast, wants it every morning. She’s had to learn to settle for it only once in a while, at least when Mommy feeds her breakfast.

  Daddy, however, is more of a pushover.

  “Brad? Honey?”

  No answer.

  Padding barefoot past his office, I poke my head in the door. Nope, not there.

  Not in the kitchen or living room, nor the garage.

  His Land Rover is there, so he’s gotta be around somewhere.

  I open the big glass doors of the back patio, letting in the freshening breeze that stirs the fronds on the towering palms guarding our stretch of beach.

  As always, I have to stop and drink it all in.

  In the distance, the horizon bisects the royal blue of the sky and the darker, deeper, mysterious blue of the ocean. The two hues are complementary and the view, breathtaking.

  Just as gorgeous is the lush jungle greenery surrounding our tropical home. The vegetation proudly displays the vibrant colors of flowers growing profusely everywhere, their perfumed and fertile scents carried on the breeze.