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The Billionaire’s Crush

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by Tineka Brown


  Then it was time to cut the cake which they did with a lot of joking and laughing as David fed her the small piece of cake from his mouth.

  Suddenly it was time for their first dance as husband and wife. The selector played ‘All of me’ and David took her onto the dance floor.

  “I am not a dancer,” she whispered as he pulled her close to him.

  “Just follow me,” he whispered back. She did and rested her head on his shoulder; closing her eyes as his nearness made her feel safe and contented.

  “Have I told you how much your beauty takes my breath away?” he murmured. He wanted to whisk her away and be with her so bad that he was having a hard time holding it together.

  “You are telling me now.” She told him as the song ended. Her father came over instantly. “May I borrow her?” he asked David.

  “Certainly,” he smiled at the man, his hand lingering on her arm. He went over and took his mother onto the dance floor.

  “You are glowing,” her father commented as they danced in time to the music.

  “I am happy dad,” she looked up at him. “Are you?”

  “I still don’t know yet baby girl,” he said with a little laugh.

  “I hope you’ll be someday.” She told him softly.

  She danced next with Pastor David who told her that aside from his wife she was the most beautiful bride he had ever seen. “I am certainly going to miss you working in the office.” He said with a sigh.

  “What?” she looked up at him.

  “Honey you don’t expect to be working in the church office now that you are David’s wife, do you?” he asked her.

  “I never thought about it,” she said with a shake of her head.

  “David is a very wealthy man Abby,” he told her. “You do know that right?”

  She nodded. “I am not going to be one of those wives that just sits there doing nothing.” She told him firmly.

  “He would never expect you to be.” Pastor David said.

  Then it was time for them to leave. David had not told her where they were going for their honeymoon; he had said it was a surprise. She spoke to her mother before they left.

  “I am so glad you came mother,” she hugged her.

  “I wouldn’t have missed it Abby and I am glad your father came as well. Go and be happy my dear.” She kissed Abby’s cheek softly.

  David came over to claim his bride and they left together to start their honeymoon.

  Chapter 8

  “Aren’t you going to tell me where we are going?” Abby asked as they strapped on their seatbelts ready to take off. They were in the private jet and they had changed out of their wedding attire at the house and headed out to the car where they were taken to the air strip. She had put on a soft cotton white dress with spaghetti straps and he had on jeans and a T-shirt.

  “It’s a surprise,” he told her mysteriously, pulling her hand onto his lap.

  “I can’t believe we are married.” She said dreamily, resting her head on his shoulder.

  “Believe it Mrs. Wade,” he told her with a whimsical smile.

  They were served champagne and caviar and Abby wrinkled her nose at the taste of it.

  “It’s an acquired taste,” David told her laughingly.

  “No thank you,” she told him decisively. She ate the cheese and pate and sipped the expensive champagne appreciatively.

  “Remember our first trip together?” he reminded her.

  She grimaced. “I was such a horrible person to you; I am surprised you even spoke to me after.”

  “I waited too long for you; a little rudeness was not going to deter me.” He told her with a grin.

  They landed at the airport in another four hours and David had to wake her as he gently undid her seatbelt.

  “Are we there?” she asked drowsily, yawning delicately.

  “We are,” he pushed back a tendril of hair that had escaped the bun on top of her head. Standing up he retrieved their hand luggage and they made their way to the door.

  They went through customs quickly and David had arranged for a car to pick them up. It was when they reached outside that Abby realized where they were.

  “We are in Jamaica?” she exclaimed as she looked around the crowded airport.

  The car was parked and waiting for them and they went towards it as the driver came to take their bags.

  “We are in Jamaica,” David told her with a twinkle in his eyes.

  “Oh David, this is wonderful!” she wound the glass down even though the A/C was on and stared at the amazing sights. It was approaching evening, the street lights were on and she kept looking at the lushness of the countryside.

  They reached their hotel and were taken to the honeymoon suite David had booked in advance. Abby’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the extreme luxury of the rooms. The bed was a massive king size and there were flowers everywhere.

  “Want something to eat Mrs. Wade?” he asked her as he came up behind her on the balcony. It overlooked the sea and they saw people water skiing and the beautiful white capped waves. The sea rivaled the color of his eyes and Abby felt the emotion threatening to overwhelm her. She turned in his arms.

  “I don’t deserve this,” she told him huskily.

  “Don’t say that,” he scolded gently. “You deserve everything.”

  “I am not used to this,” she continued.

  “Get used to it my love; this is not half of what I have in store for you.” He told her softly. “Hungry?”

  “Yes but just for you,” she whispered.

  He lifted her into his arms and took her over to the bed; climbing in beside her. “I want to take it slow,” he said softly his fingers moving over her face. “But I don’t know if I can.”

  “I need you so much David that I can’t wait,” she told him.

  With a groan he bent his head and took her lips with his. Abby’s arms came around his neck and she held him close to her as her mouth opened to take his in. He deepened the kiss, his hands gathering her close as he covered her body with his. Abby felt his hardness pressing against her and she moved underneath him restlessly.

  “Abby, my love” he whispered against her mouth.

  “I need more,” she told him reaching between their bodies to hold him.

  “Baby,” he groaned as her body move underneath his. He started undressing her; his lips roaming every inch of her body that was revealed as he pulled down her dress. She was not wearing a bra and he stopped as he stared at her full ripe breasts, the rosy nipples already hard as pebbles. His mouth descended and he took a nipple inside; his tongue swirling around it. Abby cried out as she felt the incredible sensation in the pit of her stomach. He went to the next one and by the time he was finished she was a mass of churning desire. His mouth drifted down to her flat stomach which was trembling with the feelings tunneling through her. Abby gave a startled gasp as he pulled off her white silk panties and put his mouth on her.

  “David!” she cried out her hands digging into his hair. His tongue touched the tip of her and she sobbed; her hips arching off the bed. His tongue moved inside her slowly, exploring her contours; delving further as she opened her legs wider to take him. He pulled her legs up and over, using his fingers to part her flesh; holding it open as his tongue drove her crazy with need. She came inside his mouth, the feeling so far removed from anything she had ever experienced that she thought she was floating outside her body. He kneeled on the bed and finished undressing; she watched him as he undressed before her; her body still trembling in the aftermath of passion. He knelt over her as he stared at her; his eyes taking in her naked body, the light from outside giving her an ethereal glow. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her full lips swollen with his kisses; her breast moist from his mouth sucking on them. His eyes drifted down to the hair on her pubic area and his erection pulsed as he remembered how she tasted; her scent earthy and strong, stirring up an ache inside that could only be eased by her alone. His wife. This beautiful c
reature was his and he was overwhelmed by it.

  Abby looked at him in fascination. He was magnificent. His chest was scattered with dark hairs and his muscles were well defined. Her hand reached out to touch his pulsating erection and he groaned as she rubbed her fingers over the tip of his penis, her innocent fingers exploring, running over his shaft. He moved as her hand closed over him; his body jerking as his pleasure heightened. With a fevered groan he levered his body over hers and just lay there; staring at her. “I am going to have to hurt you,” he explained to her; his breathing ragged as he fought to control the urge to plunge inside her. “It’s not going to hurt for long and I wish I could avoid doing so.”

  “I don’t care,” she told him. “I need you inside me.” She was still holding onto him and she guided his rigid penis inside her wet warmth.

  With a mumbled oath he took her mouth with his. She was so lost in the sensation of his kisses that it was only when she felt him hesitating that she realized he had entered her. He moved inside her slowly and then with a sudden movement he entered her, breaching her. The barrier confounded him for a moment and he stopped when she cried out, looking at her anxiously. “Don’t stop,” she gasped pleadingly. He moved slowly, easing into her gently; gritting his teeth as she tightened over him. The sensation was unbelievable. Never in his life had he experienced such pleasure and he wanted to cry with joy from it. “Abby!” he cried out, his body moving hers rapidly. “I love you. Oh God I love you!” he said hoarsely, his throat closing over the words as her body took over his completely. “Tell me you love me,” he said achingly. “Please,” his voice broke as he increased the tempo.

  “I love you,” she told him clinging to him, holding him against her as she moved with him. They fit so well together and Abby found herself spiraling out of control. The pain had gone and left with it an exquisite pleasure that tore through her.

  He tried to hold back; he even pulled out a little to try and prolong the moment; he tried to wait for her because he wanted them to come together but he could not; his body would not let him and as he flooded her with his seed, he called out her name; his voice hoarse. He took her mouth with his; his body trembling violently. She came right after; tearing her mouth from his as the feeling coursed through her body, taking her with it. She cried, her tears mingling with his as he rested his forehead against hers, holding her to him; his semi-erect penis moving inside her as she tried to come to grips with the intense pleasure she was experiencing that seemed to last forever.

  It took several minutes for them to come back down and he kissed her hungrily, his lips moving over hers as she held on to him tightly.

  “I can’t believe I am still alive,” she murmured huskily, holding onto him as he started to pull out of her. “Don’t.”

  “Baby I don’t want to squish you.” He protested softly.

  “I don’t want you to get off me, not just yet.” She told him, running her fingers through his hair. “Is it always like this?” she asked in wonder.

  “Only with the right person,” he told her, his mouth grazed her lips. “I started having sex at an early age, unfortunately and when I started my business and it became so successful I had my share of women but I have never experienced anything like this in my entire life. I died right here in your arms several minutes ago Abby. I can’t believe I am alive and experienced so much pleasure.”

  His words humbled her. She had felt a frisson of jealousy when he had spoke about his sexual expertise but that disappeared as soon as he told her what they had shared means to him. She felt the same way and was still trying to recover from it.

  She captured his mouth with hers; her tongue touching his and her hips moving underneath his. She was feeling a little sore but she could not get enough of him. He moved inside her gently at first and then rapidly as her movements became urgent.

  They slept afterwards in each other’s arms; his penis still buried deep inside her.

  *****

  “What do you want to do now?” David asked her. They had showered and eaten what they had ordered from room service and they were full. They were sitting in the lounge chair and she was snuggled in his arms as he looked at the various attractions that had been left in the room for them to peruse.

  “I want to go down to the beach,” Abby told him. “Only I did not bring any swim suit as someone did not tell me that we were coming here.”

  “That’s no problem.” He told her smoothly. “Let’s go.”

  They went down to the hotel lobby and were pointed to the store where there were varieties of swimwear. She chose a simple white one piece and David bought trunks for himself. They went down to the beach armed with the towel and the swimwear. Abby changed in one of the bathrooms before they left and pulled her loose summer dress over it. There was a scattering of people but not much and the night was cool with a slight breeze coming off the sea.

  They found an ideal spot away from the rest of the people and Abby pulled her dress over her head revealing the white swim suit that molded her body to perfection. She pulled the pins from her hair and shook it out and it tumbled on her shoulders in dark curly waves. She was breathtaking and David could not take his eyes off her. She saw him staring at her and she gave him a mischievous grin as she ran and dived into the clear blue water; her eyes closing as the water washed over her body. He came in after and pulled her into his arms. They floated together and then he let her go and ventured further out; diving under and swimming farther and farther out. At one point, Abby could not see him and she panicked. “David!” she cried out, looking for him. She felt a tug at her feet and then he surfaced right in front of her. “Don’t do that,” she slapped his chest anxiously. “I thought you had drowned or something.”

  “I happen to be able to swim like a fish,” he told her loftily; pulling her against him as they tread water together.

  “I don’t care,” she told him.

  “Yes Mrs. Wade,” he said with a cheeky grin.

  They swam a little while longer and then they came out to sit on the towel; she got up again and ran towards the beckoning waves. “One more dip,” she flung behind her. He watched as she plunged beneath and then came back up instantly. A cautious swimmer, he thought with a grin as she came back out dripping wet to join him. He pulled her between his legs and Abby leaned back against him. “It’s so beautiful and peaceful here,” she said with a sigh. “I am enjoying my honeymoon so far David.”

  “I am enjoying you baby,” he murmured against her ear. He had seen her coming out of the water; like a golden Amazon; the fabric clinging to her curves; her nipples highlighted and very pronounced. She had an awesome body and he felt the pull of his lower body.

  His hands loosened the strings that kept her bathing suit in place.

  “David what are you doing?” she gasped grabbing hold of the fabric before it fell from her, exposing her breasts.

  “Getting a look at my beautiful wife,” he murmured, pulling her back against him.

  “Someone will see us,” she protested as he moved slightly so that she was lying beside him.

  “We are married,” he murmured. “And besides we are the only people here right now.”

  “You’re so beautiful.” Her hair was pulled back from her face because of the sheer weight of the water on it and her face had droplets of water. She looked like a teenager with her face clear of make-up and washed clean by the sea. His hand drifted to her exposed breasts; taking a nipple between his fingers and squeezing gently. She gasped. His eyes were on hers and he saw the change in her expression; the clouding of desire as he drifted further down. She had taken off her underwear when she donned her swimsuit and it gave him better access to her. He slid a hand between the fabric and touched her; his fingers darting in to feel her. She whimpered. He went in further and started moving his fingers in and out of her; his movements restricted by her clothing. He pulled out and with a quick look around to make sure there was no one near he pulled down her suit, leaving her expos
ed and naked to his burning gaze. He went on his knees before her and Abby moaned softly. David parted her flesh with his fingers and touched his tongue to her; lingering on her mound; gently licking and savoring slowly. He was in no hurry. He reached inside her with his tongue, licking and tasting her; inhaling her scent. Abby writhed on the towel; the scream rising from her throat. She grasped the towel frenziedly; her control slipping away steadily. She did not care where they were; she who valued her privacy; with him she did not care who saw them and what they were doing; she had lost all sense of decency when it came to him; her husband. She felt it slipping away; the emotions swirling inside her; lifting her and carrying her away with it. She felt the sensation starting in her stomach and the heaviness inside her as the rush came and flooded his mouth. Her teeth clamped down on her lips as she tried to stifle the sounds coming from her mouth; sounds that she was shocked that they were coming from her. Unfamiliar animal sounds as the wave after wave of unbearable pleasure washed over her violently. He stopped but only to come over her; he had taken off his trunks and knelt over her; his erection on proud display.

  Without a word he entered her; pushing himself deep inside her. Abby did not have time to recover and she welcomed him, closing around him like a vice; her arms going around him to hold him; to love him and to show him how much she felt. She moved with him and they moved together with the age old dance of love; their bodies fused together in harmony. He deliberately slowed down; not wanting to finish yet but with her he was not allowed that luxury; her unbelievable tightness; her perfect fit and the way her body felt beneath him was too much for him. He had been able to call the shots with other women; lazily turning them on and driving them crazy; leisurely allowing their pleasure to come before his but not so with Abby; not so with this woman who invaded her part of his life. He had to fight to hold back; just looking at her made him want to plunge inside her and fill her up with his seed. She was his weakness and his strength and he had no problem with that. None whatsoever. She wrapped her slim legs around his waist and he gathered up her hips and pulled her deeper in; going in more; he wanted to be in so deep that he could not get out. She was all he needed.

 

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