The Billionaire's Second Chance

by Peyton Reeser

  “We are meant to be together like this Shannon. You belong to me and you’ll know the truth of that statement when I’m buried deep in your body. I’ve wanted you for months; you’ve haunted my dreams and shaken my waking life with your desire for me. You do want me don’t you Shannon? Want me to possess every part of you.” this last said as his head finally descended and crushed her lips under his in a kiss which fanned the flames of their long checked desire; unleashing her response in a superheated mating of mouths and dueling tongues as he took her on a breathtaking journey of heart-stopping eroticism while all they were doing was kissing.

  Nothing which had ever come before had prepared Shannon for the aching emptiness in her core and desperate response to his touch as he continued to drive her to the point of no return with his hungry mouth. His hands began a slow motion exploration with fingers running down her face, drawing them with infinite slowness across her neck to linger at her collar bone in that spot which he knew cried out for his attention. If he left her mouth long enough to place his lips in that spot nipping, licking, sucking and at times biting the soft pliant skin he found there, she’d go up in flames.

  Knowing that wherever their sensual journey took them on this special night, they would at long last be lovers as well as friends, made Shannon shiver in anticipation as there would be no interruptions, no pulling away when things got too heated. They were free to fully explore the passion exploding around them.

  His firm, warm touch slowly moved in a straight line down her chest making he moan in disappointment when his fingers left skin and encountered the fabric of her dress. That sound of disappointment and need which rose from somewhere deep inside her acted like a match held to dry timber for in the next second his usual control seemed to vanish. He suddenly stopped kissing her and drew back fixing her smoky, passion-fueled stare with his, letting her know in no uncertain terms what was going to happen between them. His eyes glittered with sharp need and a twinkle of satisfaction at the way his simple caress had her writhing and quaking.

  With slightly trembling hands he had yanked down the top of her strapless sundress going silent and still as he took in the sight of her naked, voluptuous breasts tipped with beading pink nipples which stated loud and clear the level of her excitement. Her restless hands were stroking up and down his rock hard arms, tracing his biceps and relishing the strength she found there.

  With a reverent caress he cupped first one plump orb and then the other, shaping them to his greedy touch and memorizing curves. Leaning down he had snaked a wet and lascivious caress with his tongue against first one nipple and then the other before pulling that second tiny nub into his mouth; suckling deeply at her breast making sensual snuffling sounds as his mouth greedily devoured her flesh.

  He must have suddenly remembered they were outside as he’d had the good sense to quickly gather her in his more than capable arms and stride with determination toward the beautiful master suite with its massive wooden bed hung with a soft gauze fabric shot with golden threads that shimmered in the deepening twilight.

  Letting her slide down his body she gasped in heated awareness when she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection straining against his jeans as her body slithered to a halt once her feet hit the floor. Without hesitating for a second he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and had it pooled at her feet with just the flick of his capable fingers.

  Bright slashes of color highlighted his prominent cheekbones making his usually scraggly half beard even more appealing. His long blonde hair fell to his wide shoulders though the dimples she loved to see were hiding under a mouth made taut by desire.

  One of Shannon’s few female indulgences was an appreciation for ultra-feminine lingerie and though she normally existed in utilitarian underwear suitable for the type of work they did, even to the back roads of a third world country she had been sure to bring several sets of silk, satin and lace which while not particularly racy had seemed decadently sexy when she‘d put them on earlier; having had the foresight to pack them and the cute sundress for their unexpected journey.

  She stood there clad only in a tiny pair of pink silk panties which were so delicate as to be almost see-thru; watching in fascination as his eyes took in the alluring vision she hoped she was creating. She wanted to please him, wanted to be the confident sexy woman she thought he deserved.

  She also wanted him to touch her. Wanted him to put his hands on her, everywhere and never stop touching her, but for these few seconds she stood immobile under his gaze reveling in his intoxicating male response to the sight of her near nakedness. She knew flutters of satisfaction at his obvious pleasure in her, remembered feeling drunk with female power, sure in the knowledge that this beautiful man to whom she was entrusting her body, heart and soul was overcome with passion for her and her alone.

  Surprising herself she reached out with sure hands, her eyes never leaving his, and rather nimbly undid the buttons on his shirt revealing his upper body, tanned and incredibly muscled, making her mouth water with a new found desire to taste him. With his chest fully exposed to her gaze she used slightly trembling fingers to lightly trace all that she had uncovered, laying her palms flat against his heated skin where she picked on the thump, thump, thump of his heart. She slid her hands up to his broad shoulders and removed the open shirt from him in one easy swoop. He was magnificent, tall, wide, pumped up.

  They stood there in a silence of desire, eyes devouring the other in the deepening shadows of their exotic love nest lit only by two soft low lamps on either side of the enormous bed. She could have looked at him like that forever, bare chested, the top button of his jeans undone, a furrow of light brown hair forming a perfect complement to his broad, powerful torso as it narrowed on the downward slide of her gaze before disappearing into the gaping waist band below his navel on the most perfectly sculpted physique she could ever have dreamed of. He was, simply put, magnificent.

  The growing bulge under a straining zipper added to the roguish charm along with his long sandy blonde hair, three day beard and sexy glittering eyes blazing with desire for her. The mouth-watering picture she created in her mind’s eye was complete and devastatingly accurate even many years later. In that moment she wanted him with a certainty that made her fearless and more confident than she had ever been before.

  He surprised her by turning her around and stepping close enough that she could feel the heat coming off of him. Not knowing what to expect next she was surprised when he simply removed the tie which held her long hair in a loose heavy plait hanging half-way down her back. Then, oh so slowly, with his heat and desire making her skin prickle from frustrated awareness, he unbound the long braid until finally using his fingers to comb through her masses of hair; massaging her scalp before gathering handfuls of hair to flow over a shoulder exposing her back and neck.

  He moved even closer then and she was instantly aware that somewhere in the delicious haze of sensory awareness they’d just shared he had managed to remove his jeans. His hands were gripping the tops of her arms and his chest seemed just an inch away from her back. It was the heat from his body and the firm, pulsing erection bulging from the front of his cotton shorts which pressed against her silk clad bottom that wiped all coherent thought from her brain. The man was sex on two legs and as he held her close, but not close enough, Shannon had whimpered quietly with an intense longing the likes of which she’d never experienced before.

  She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved even closer letting his chest cover her entire back; allowing her to feel for the first time how soft the hair on his torso was, bringing a shiver of awareness snaking along her nervous system shaking her even further.

  Her back pressed firmly against the length of his front, Shannon tried to keep breathing but the reflexive action was short circuited by his electric presence. She didn’t think anything could be more erotic than the two of them standing there half-dressed and barely touching. She found it hard to remain upright when l
arge warm hands moved from her arms to slide open fingered along her sides, from her waist up to where his thumbs then rested just shy of the underside of her breasts. Her breasts felt full and heavy, sensitive nipples extended and craving; aching for his touch.

  Not being able to help herself Shannon had arched her back slightly in offering making her derrière move against his throbbing erection. Nick, who had his mouth hovering just above the super sensitive spot where her shoulder joined her neck, let loose with a deep groan that ripped through Shannon’s shattering senses a mere second before his lips finally opened to press against her skin.

  That was the moment from which there was no going back for with his mouth working magic on her neck, bringing low moans of crazy, no holds barred desire from somewhere deep in her melting core, he finally closed the distance between his searching fingers and her quivering breasts. At five foot eight she wasn’t short but next to his massive frame she felt so deliciously small. When it came to her breasts she had the curves of a full bodied goddess. He cupped her voluptuous curves; fondled their round plump shape, running his fingers delicately over her straining nipples making her want to scream.

  It didn’t take much of this for the whole thing to turn in to a seething, grinding explosion of uncontrolled sexual hunger. His once gentle kisses on her neck had turned to a battering of her senses with deep suckling which she knew would leave marks; causing her legs to grow weak and shaky as she attempted to remain standing. With one huge hand seductively massaging and squeezing a handful of breast his other hand moved in a straight line firmly down her chest pressing her forcefully against him as they continued to stand there grinding and shaking against each other’s body.

  When his fingers came to the top of her panties he spread his fingers wide holding her firmly while he quite literally bit her neck in a message of pure male dominance before purposefully thrusting his hips against her quaking bottom so she got the full measure of what he intended.

  Her excitement level had catapulted off any reasonable scale and she was pretty sure that the surging response he was bringing forth from her untried body was causing a flood of heated moisture to drench her panties as she shook and trembled in his arms.

  “Nick.” she groaned over and over in a plea for what, she didn’t actually know, but which needed to be said so he understood without doubt what he was doing to her. His touch was setting her on fire and if he didn’t stop kissing and biting her neck she was going to climax as she stood there, so close was she to completely losing control.

  Nick must have sensed her desperation for he drew back slowly and with trembling hands which brought her a good deal of feminine delight, he gently spun her around so they were facing each other. She gasped at the sight of his hooded eyes, blazing with undisguised desire for her and his lips which still pulsed from having so thoroughly devoured her neck and shoulder. He wanted her and though this was a given, Shannon had thrilled at the sight of his longing. They were meant to be together. Of this she was entirely certain.

  Nick pushed her back till her legs hit the side of the tall bed before kneeling down in front of her as a supplicant on bended knee, leaning in to breathe deeply of her obvious excitement in a way that was so primal and intense that it made her legs all but buckle.

  With a sort of reverence, he sat back on his haunches and very slowly peeled her silk panties away from her body; pulling them down in a decadent stripping which laid her truly bare at last to his eyes. Something made her cover her mons as a wave of shyness made its way through the haze of sexual awareness which was enveloping them.

  He looked up at her, eyes no longer hooded but blazing with appreciation and primal intent as he removed her protective hands and then with a deliberation that emptied her brain he placed both his hands on her bottom and tugged her toward his face so he could plant a wet, open mouthed kisses just where the soft blonde curls covering her femininity began. Before he pulled his mouth away he licked her skin causing Shannon to lose all control of her abilities right then and there.

  As she helplessly sank to his waiting arms, Nick stood and plucked her up before swinging her over the sumptuous bed and arranging her just so for his complete delectation and possession. She’d been helpless to do naught but lay there and let him take whatever he wanted from her.

  Before joining her in the big bed, Nick locked his eyes on her face and deliberately tormented her with a mind boggling strip tease which saw him reaching into his shorts as he pulled the soft cotton from his body, hauling out a fierce looking erection, his sex massive and alive making Shannon’s grasp on coherence flee at the sight of him.

  He stood proudly before her, naked and open to her admiring gaze. Once he was certain he had her full attention, he used his massive hands to very slowly and deliberately stroke himself from root to tip.

  It all went up in flames from there. At the sight of his pulsing manhood straining in her direction as though it wanted, needed nothing more than to sink into her hot, wet depths she had flung open her arms in invitation and Nick had leapt at her like a man being swept away by forces over which he suddenly had no control.

  They’d kissed and touched, a searing exploration that found them rolling around the huge bed, limbs tangled, moans of delight and frustration hanging in the still night air.

  When at last his hands had found their way to the nest of golden curls at her core, he had parted her trembling femininity with sure fingers and found the molten evidence of her desire as a single finger penetrated with aching perfection causing him to let loose with a rumbling groan of male satisfaction as he continued to stroke deep before stopping to rub and caress the now throbbing nub of her desire.

  It was all too much and yet not enough. Shannon was approaching a complete melt down and her pleas for him to stop were all she could muster.

  “No more Nick.” she groaned aloud. “I can’t, I can’t …” she cried as he continued to finger her with unerring precision making her hips shake uncontrollably as she thrust again and again against his hand.

  He’d been eagerly suckling at her breasts, drawing each plump globe deeply into his mouth in between licking and nipping at her engorged dusty pink nipples. She was helpless in a raging storm of pure desire as she writhed under him on the bed crying out for his possession.

  “Come for me little one.” he groaned close to her ear now. “Come for me. I want to see you fall apart in my arms.” he insisted as his naughty questing fingers plunged purposefully into her wetness while his thumb circled her swollen clitoris.

  “I’ve got you.” he murmured as she whimpered in desperation. “Come on baby, let go.” he demanded as he plunged a second finger into her seething wetness causing her back to arch seductively off the bed in amazement as a million stars burst in her brain; her body shuddering and quaking through a bone melting orgasm which racked her mind and her senses over and over in waves of carnal delight while she moaned and writhed in abandon as he watched her shatter in to a thousand pieces.

  When the waves of pleasure backed off she watched through half open eyes as he removed his hand from her slick depths and lifted his fingers to his mouth where he licked them clean. His look of pure triumph at her complete surrender made her quiver some more. When he lowered his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss, she found her taste on his lips to be an unexpected aphrodisiac.

  Not being able to wait any longer he had come over her, nudging Shannon’s helpless legs wide apart with his sturdy thighs, baring her to his voracious gaze. It was moments like this which were tattooed on her brain; drenched in sexual intensity, so profoundly intimate and unguarded that she could never ever consider opening herself up like that ever again. This is why she’d never entertained being with another man. It was this moment and the ones which quickly followed that had transformed her life forever and left her with an empty future of solitude and loneliness after he had taken his leave of her.

  She’d lost it, as he looked at her half-sated body, open and inviting before him.
Even though she’d just experienced a mind shattering orgasm she needed something more. Immediately. Her body was shaking; growing in wild abandon as she undulated before him, hypnotizing his male senses with the powerful demands of her unfettered response. She was demanding his possession in the only way her untried body knew how.

  He’d taken her then with a single mighty thrust, pulling her under him and tipping her pelvis at just the perfect angle to accept the full measure of him for a perfect joining that found him buried, balls deep, in the hot wet channel that he had created with his talented hands and relentless fingers.

  It was a transcendent moment, the pain of her virginal body quickly morphing into a blazing passion that took her breath away. The sensation of his tumescent girth, as it plunged in to her made Shannon shiver in remembrance.

  She had marveled at the newfound feeling of him inside her, pulsing and throbbing, as he held so still giving her time to adjust to his presence. The sensation of his weight pressing her down into the soft mattress and the way her hips cradled his in perfect union caused a flood of superheated desire to drench them both bringing an animalistic, unbridled response from the hard bodied man she clung to.

  Lifting her legs higher she crossed her ankles around his waist and rolled her hips in helpless wanton abandon to increase the sensation of fullness his presence deep inside created. She had been on fire and looking back now, a much older and somewhat wiser Shannon was reminded how utterly trusting and completely open to him she had been. Nothing could have stopped what happened between them, she sighed. In her secret heart of hearts she believed then as she apparently still did today that she was put on this earth for just that moment. That moment when Nick had possessed her body, mind, heart and soul. She was his, only his and he had been hers. Or had he?

  It was always this which brought her up short. How could he not have been as overcome as she had been? How had she gotten it all so wrong? Even now she couldn’t wrap her mind around his later betrayal not when all the memories and sensations of the first time they’d been lovers came screaming down through her memory.