He only teases it, though. Tiny sparks shoot through both my breasts, going straight down south to create a heated need for him down there. I groan and writhe a bit. His hands move down to hold my hips still.
His hot mouth leaves my breast and moves down over my stomach, his tongue slips into my belly button, running around it and sending chills through me and making me giggle a little.
Heated sensations fill me as his fingers press into the flesh of my hips. He moves his hands around to grab my ass and lifts me up just as his mouth moves over my sex and his tongue touches my clit.
The sound I release is a mixture of a groan, a moan, and a tiny shriek. “That feels like Heaven, Baby.” I run my hands through his hair and love the silkiness of his dark short waves.
The way he kisses my mouth is the same way he kisses my intimate area. Slow, steady, wet. He takes his time with me and that is a thing which is greatly appreciated.
Maybe it’s his giving nature that makes other women come up to him and seek his attention. And here I go again thinking about things that are going to make me angry.
I wish I could stop!
His tongue moves back and forth over my clit then he spins his tongue in lazy circles around it, over and over until I’m arching up and screaming his name as I pull at his hair.
The climax is like a slow wave moving through my body and crashing right at the end of it. He doesn’t stop his kiss, he keeps it going until I’m a shaking mess and begging him to get inside of me.
The way he smiles at me with a lopsided grin as he ends his sweet kiss and moves up my body makes my heart beat even harder for him. His hands slip over my cheeks as he holds my face between his palms and moves his hard, long, wide cock into my quaking body.
Our eyes lock and I see his deep blue eyes go a shade deeper as he goes into me. “I love you, Brittany.” His words are intense. It’s almost as if he’s brainwashing me in a way.
Giving me intense pleasure and adding the words at precisely the right moment to get them etched into my brain. I can see exactly what he’s doing but feel powerless to stop it from happening.
I grip his wrists as he continues to hold my face and make me look at him as he makes slow strokes inside of me. I try very hard not to let him get all up in my head but as I look into his eyes, I just can’t do it. “I love you, Jason.”
The words slip off my tongue on their own. No real thought went into them. But my heart sent them out, not my brain. My brain knows this can’t last. My heart prays it does.
A tear falls from my eye and he smiles. Another falls right after that and he kisses it away. His lips graze over my cheek to my neck. Little nips and sucks he makes all over one side of my neck as he makes slow strokes into me.
The softest whisper comes from him, “Feel me, Baby.”
His chest is against mine and I can feel his heart beating and then I notice mine changes in small increments to beat at the same speed his is. His body all over mine is all-encompassing and seems to be pulling me into him even more.
Another soft breath warms my earlobe as he whispers, “Touch me, Baby.”
My hands move over his rigid back. The muscles are tight and make small hills all over his back. I let my hands move fluidly over it, memorizing each peak and valley.
Pulling my right leg up, I graze his side with my knee then run my heel over the small of his back and rest it there, then do the same with my other leg. My legs wrap tight around him as I arch up to him.
I can feel him go a little deeper inside me and he moans with the sensation, “Baby, you feel like home.”
“I am your home,” I moan out.
My eyes open as I didn’t know I was going to say anything at all. How the hell do these things just come slipping out of my mouth? Does my heart have more control than my brain?
I know I have to keep some of my guard up with this man. I know what he’s capable of. I know he can make me think he’s changed when he really hasn’t. What’s wrong with me?
His teeth press into my neck and he makes a hard thrust, and a grunt comes out of me as the wind is forced from my lungs. Three more hard thrusts as he bites me hard has me screaming as an orgasm ignites inside me.
He growls and jerks out of me, flipping me over and yanking me back then slamming into me. His large hands move up my back and grip my shoulders as he holds me still while he slams into me over and over, making the orgasm go deeper and stronger and making me scream for mercy.
Maybe I’m getting too loud, as he pushes my shoulders down and my face plants into the mattress where I continue to scream and shout occasional cuss words as the intensity climbs even higher inside my body.
I can hear him making loud animal sounds himself, as he violently rams his cock into my soaking wet depths. His fingernails rake over my back and it sends my body into a frenzy of desire and lust. “Jason!” I scream as I turn my face to the side. “God, Baby, please!”
Suddenly he pulls out of me and flips me onto my back and drags my body down the bed as he stands on the floor and spreads my legs open. He’s at the right height to go right inside me and he plunges back into me with a loud groan.
One hand has a hold of my hip and the other is splayed out on my stomach. “Open your eyes, Baby. Look at me,” he says between clenched teeth.
When I open my eyes, I see a wild man gyrating between my legs. His massive cock is moving in and out of me and I can see the hard muscle shining in the dim light.
He sees me looking and moves his hand down my stomach then runs his fingertip over my very swollen clit. My hands fist as I moan and my eyes close again.
“Open your eyes, Britt. Watch me become part of you. Watch us.”
I open my eyes and watch his cock moving in and out of me as his finger moves over my clit and my body starts to shake. My insides feel like they’re on fire, the nerve endings are so alive and excited.
The first hitch of an oncoming orgasm hits me and my eyes dart up to his. He grins at me. “Come all over me, Baby.”
Another little hit comes then it breaks loose and I completely fall apart. Tears stream down my cheeks as he looks down at his dick as it moves in and out of my squeezing body.
I’m in ecstasy as he watches us joining and then he lets go. His heat fills me as his cock jerks inside me and he looks at me. His jaw is tight as he clenches it and makes a deep growl as he ejaculates inside of me.
He looks gorgeous as he orgasms and I can’t take my eyes off of him. His body is shiny with a thin sheet of perspiration. His hair is hanging around his face in damp waves.
I notice his lips quivering a little as his jaw loosens. He presses his hand against my stomach as our bodies settle. He’s still inside me, letting my body pull the last bits of semen out of his cock.
“You are mine,” he tells me as his eyes hold me. “Never will another man touch you. Do you understand me?”
I nod and try to catch my breath.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I am yours, Jason. Only yours.”
There goes my mouth again talking straight from my heart!
“And I am only yours, Britt. Only yours, forever,” he says then closes his eyes.
My heart is thumping steadily trying to tell my brain, ‘see, I told you he loved us.’
My brain is numb and kind of in shock that my heart has gained so much control.
Only one thought comes from my brain, ‘I hope you’re right!’
Chapter 8
JASON
The plane ride to Bora Bora was very, very nice. I think Brittany is letting her walls come down with me. I see a shine in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
Lying on the front porch of our bungalow, looking at the moon as it reflects off the clear water, I have my arm wrapped around her and venture into a subject that might upset her a little, but I have to go there.
I kiss the side of her head as she’s gazing up at the night sky, and say, “I don’t know if this is a good time to bring th
is up or not, but I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that we’ve made love unprotected three times now.”
“Only the one time, Jason. The first time. The last two times I’ve used protection. It’s an insert thing. A spermicide.” She continues to look up at the sky instead of at me.
Caressing her cheek, I turn her to look at me. “You didn’t want to tell me that?”
“I didn’t think it mattered. But if you want to know all things birth control-wise, I didn’t take that morning-after pill.”
“Thank you,” I say then kiss her lips. “And just so you know, you don’t need to use any more spermicides either. I’m going to marry you next week. We’re going to Vegas and I’m going to fly our families in for it. Then you can pick a place to go for a month-long honeymoon.”
She looks at me for the longest time. I can see her wheels spinning but nothing is coming out of her mouth. Until she says, “We’ll see.”
I don’t know what it is with her. “What do you mean by that? We’re getting along better than I ever even imagined possible. We’ll see, isn’t a thing to say.”
She cocks her head a bit and her expression goes into her stubborn face. “You haven’t asked me once to marry you. You’ve told me we’re getting married but never asked. And I see no ring. So let that shit go.”
I look up at the sky and say, “I’m not letting it go. As far as asking you to marry me, I see no need. At this point, you’d only tell me no. And as far as a ring goes, I thought we could pick out a nice wedding set in Vegas.”
“You’re right. I would tell you, no, at this point. Three days into our relationship is too soon to decide something so important.” She looks up at the sky too.
I catch her smiling out of the corner of my eye and hate that she thinks she’s won this little controversy. “Britt, we are three years and three days into this relationship. With a brief, six-year hiatus in between times. That’s how I look at it.”
“Well, you’re crazy.” She looks at me with a smile. “I do love you, though. And I do think this is amazing what we have going on. I will admit that to you. But the marriage thing, in my mind, is permanent.”
I sit up and pull her to sit up with me. The way the moonlight catches the golden strands in her dark hair is beautiful and I hope our daughters all have her hair. I run my hand through it and pull a chunk up to smell it.
The coconut and brown sugar shampoo the bungalow came with smells amazing in her hair. When I look into her eyes, I can see the brilliant blue water reflecting in them, mixing with the green of her eyes. It’s magical.
“Marriage is permanent in my mind too. I want that with you. I want security, permanence. I want it all, Britt. I don’t want the insecurity of knowing you could decide to walk away at any moment and that I would be powerless to stop you.”
“So, you want power over me? Is that what you’re saying?” She bites her bottom lip when she’s done talking and I see the nervousness boiling inside her.
Taking her by the shoulders, I try to ease her nerves. “I don’t want power over you. Maybe the way I’m saying things is all wrong. Look, here’s the bottom line. I want a life with you. Not with anyone else. I’ve had plenty of other women and none compare to you. None hold my attention the way you do. None fit me the way you do. None make me crazier and happier than you do. I want you and I want the security of marriage to keep our asses in line.”
“You know, you and I both have a lot of money now. It would be smart to draw up a prenup. If one of us was to have an affair and there was no prenup the other could end up with half or more of their money.” She searches my eyes for what I know is fear.
I laugh. “I’m not going to cheat and I’ll kill anyone who thinks they’re going to have sex with you or attempt to take you away from me, so we’re safe as far as that’s concerned.”
Moving around to sit in an Indian position, wearing only the tiny, red, two-piece bathing suit she put on when we first got here, I find it hard not to center my attention on her open center. But I try to keep looking at her face.
“Along with a very fast marriage would be a baby as soon as possible too, huh?”
I move my hands up her arms, loving how her skin feels so soft and cool. “I want you to have my babies, Brittany. I want to see your belly all round with my baby inside of you. I want to hold your hand when you bring him or her into this world and I want to see your face when you lay your eyes on what our love made for the very first time.”
One tear rolls down her cheek. I take my thumb and wipe it away. “You make it sound beautiful, Jason.”
“It is,” I kiss her cheek. “It’s the number one thing I see when I look at you and think of life with you. I know you’ll be an amazing wife and mother and I want to get to that already. I don’t want to introduce you as my girlfriend, I want everyone to know you are mine. My wife.”
The way she looks at me has me thinking she has this internal war going on. Her heart against her brain. I know I hurt her when we were young and I wish I could go back in time and change it all.
Her lips quirk up into a half smile. “That would be something, wouldn’t it?” She looks up then back at me. Maybe offering up a prayer. “I’ll let you know at the end of the week, what my decision is.”
I almost tell her, no, that it’s not all up to her. But something inside of me tells me to shut the hell up or I’ll really piss her off. I can’t treat her the way I did when we were young.
I kind of bossed her around a lot. I didn’t realize it until I really looked back at us back then. I have to allow her to be the grown woman she’s become.
As hard as it is, I have to let her make her own decision about her part in this. I’m so used to forcing things with her. Forcing her to forgive me for my indiscretions. Forcing her to let me kiss her and make everything better between us.
I can’t force her to marry me. That would be wrong on so many levels.
So I sit and look back at her and nod. “Okay. That’s better than nothing, I suppose. And to make this a bit more official.” I move around and get on both knees and take her left hand in mine. “Brittany Caldwell, will you marry me?” I hold up my hand. “Don’t answer me right now.” I wink at her. “Take a few days to think about it.”
She laughs and pushes at my shoulders. “You’re goofy now, Jason.” She looks out over the water. “Wanna get in?”
I nod and we get up and take the stairs into the warm water. She moves into my arms as we go into the deeper water. The underwater lights keep things lit up and tiny fish move around, looking for something to eat.
“How about a snorkeling trip tomorrow?” I ask her.
Her dark brows raise and she looks excited. “I think that would be so cool. Tell me how in the world we could top this trip for a honeymoon, Jason.”
Good, she’s thinking about that!
“Hmm, how about something totally opposite, like somewhere snowy and secluded, like a mountain cabin in say Switzerland?” I find her eyes lighting up.
“That does sound romantic.” She kisses me. “When did you get so romantic?”
“The day you came back into my life.” I kiss her again, with a soft kiss.
She wraps her body around me and holds me tight to her. I can feel her letting me in. A little deeper I get into her heart all the time.
It would be nice to have the power to erase certain memories. The one where she caught me in my truck with that slut would be the first to go!
As I kiss her, my mind loops around why I’ve done what I’ve done with my life. I feel as if I’ve wasted a lot of years on bagging various women. Duping them into thinking what we had was real.
What purpose did that even serve?
When I’m with Brittany, all of the feelings are real. They always have been. I was like an actor in some play with all the rest of the women. Going through the motions without any real connection.
And now I wonder how the truth is going to affect them all. Will finding out I’m marri
ed to someone do something awful to them? Will it break something in them like I broke something in Brittany?
Britt pulls her mouth away and looks at me with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“You could sense that, Baby?” I ask as I had no idea I was doing a thing in the world to show my inner-conflict as I kissed her.
“Yes.” She runs her hands over my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist as we float in the water. “So tell me what has you feeling tense.”
“I really don’t want to talk about it right now. This is not the time. I don’t know why it even went through my head.” I move to kiss her again.
She leans back and shakes her head. “No, talk to me.”
With a sigh, I say, “I’m feeling bad for how I’ve been living and the hurt I’m about to cause a bunch of women.”
Her body goes tense. “You can keep on living that life if you want, Jason. Only I won’t be a part of that life.”
“I’m not even thinking that way. You’re reading it all wrong. I’m only feeling bad that I did things that are going to cause other people pain and I hope none if it is as extensive as the pain I caused you,” I pull her to me and try to kiss her again.
She shakes me off again. “Do they all think you love them?”
“I told them the words but truth be told, more than one of them has accused me of not loving them. When those kinds of things get brought up, though, I suddenly have to leave town.” I look at her to see if there is any kind of compassion in her eyes and only see anger building.
“You’ve told them all that you love them? So those words flow out of your mouth very easily then. How am I to believe you mean them with me?”
My damn mouth seems to get me into more fucking arguments!
Chapter 9
BRITTANY
The walls start coming back up fast as I look at Jason and realize he’s become very adept at making women think he loves them. “How many women have you told that you wanted them to have your babies, Jason?” I try to get away from him but he holds me tight.
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