Budapest Billionaire's Virgin: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 19)

by Flora Ferrari

  A few minutes later and I recognize the front gate. Before I even press the buzzer the gate begins to slide open.

  She gives me a knowing look.

  I wait for the gate to open all the way before proceeding. It gives the owner of the most luxurious rental home in the city time to leave the keys on the table and to exit out the underground garage in the back. The place will be ours for the next three days.

  Tina already texted me that she has a date tonight with that young man from the thermal baths. I told her I’d be showing Audrey the beauty of the city over the next few days, and not to wait up for us. I host a lot of people in the city, but this is different. She may not pick up on the significance, but three days from now we’ll have a talk and I’ll explain to her exactly what has happened with her father. And immediately after I’ll send a plane to pick up Adam. I want to tell him face to face. I’m a man who knows what he wants, and is not afraid for the world to know. I want his daughter, and I’ll tell him, but first we have these next three days.

  Three days that starts with tonight, which starts with right now.

  CHAPTER 10

  Audrey

  H e takes my hand as we enter the house.

  “Is anyone here?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “But the gate? Who —?”

  “Shhh,” he says, placing his finger to my lips.

  “They’re gone now. They left through the underground garage and are at least a couple kilometers away now. The only two people here are the only two that matter. Me and you.”

  His hand slides in behind me and he scoops me up off the floor, carrying me towards the back of the home. He’s following a trail of rose petals, which have been delicately laid out on the floor, servings as a romantic pathway to where I can only guess. We arrive at the threshold of the door and he stops.

  “For your first time,” he says. He adjusts his grip, repositioning me in his arms so I can more clearly see the room we’re about to enter.

  Before I even see anything, I can smell it. There’s a light vanilla aroma I notice as I breathe in the perfect summer breeze coming through the open balcony. Even from the doorway I can see we have a 180-degree panoramic view of the city. It’s lit up and absolutely stunning, almost as stunning as what’s been done for me on the bed.

  The rose petals lead right up to the edge of the bed and on top there are two white towels that have been done up like two swans with their necks intertwined and their beaks touching. Someone’s a hotel origami expert.

  The two swans are in the center of the bed and surrounding them are rose petals laid out spelling my name. There are red candles lit throughout the room, providing just enough light where I can see everything I want to see, and he can see everything he wants to see, while at the same time leaving plenty to the imagination and not making me feel too self-conscious. But why would I feel self-conscious? I feel so admired and perfect with everything he’s planned and prepared for this night.

  I am so thankful we didn’t do anything in the office at his house. Not that I didn’t want to, but waiting makes this perfect moment just that…perfect.

  “It’s so beautiful,” I say.

  “But nowhere near as beautiful as you. Nothing could ever be that beautiful,” he says, and I feel so special I just want to close my eyes and melt in his big strong arms, feeling like this forever.

  He carries me over to the bed, stopping just short to peal back the covers. He gently places me on the bed before carefully removing the swans and placing them on top of the dresser.

  He takes two steps to the foot of the bed and doesn’t say a thing. He just stands there, his incredibly large and impressive outline towering over me, but he’s not intimidating. He’s admiring me, and I still have all my clothes on. His hunger for me is driving my insatiable appetite for him even higher.

  I never thought I was that emotional. I thought my father had achieved his goal of toughening me up, but right now I’m an emotional mess. I’m not sure if I want to jump on top of him, take in this moment as long as I can, or even cry that I’m so happy. But the decision doesn’t need to be made, because without breaking eye contact he begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it from his trousers and throwing it behind him.

  “Good idea,” I say.

  “Even better if you do the same.”

  “Not that,” I say.

  He looks confused.

  “Good idea covering their eyes,” I say pointing to the towel swans on the dresser. His shirt has landed right on top of their heads, a perfect toss. “I think they’re going to be embarrassed by what’s going to transpire in this room the rest of the evening.”

  He smiles. “No one has anything to be embarrassed about, but on the other hand, I certainly want to be the only one who ever gets to see that beautiful body of yours.”

  “And I can’t wait to be the only one to see that beautiful body of yours,” I say.

  We may have candlelight in our room and the balcony open, but we’re so high in the hills I know no one can see us up here in the clouds. And the clouds is exactly where my head is when he moves to the side of the bed and runs his fingers down the side of my arm. He mixes a strong hand and a light touch better than I ever dreamed possible.

  “Kiss me,” I say.

  He leans in and just before our lips touch I grab those big, strong upper arms of his and pull myself even closer to him.

  His lips touch mine and my night of experiencing one of life’s biggest moments has officially begun.

  CHAPTER 11

  Audrey

  H is hands reach behind me and he gently removes my white dress, pulling it up and over my head. It’s just loose enough to slide away easily.

  “White bra and panties,” he says.

  “I wore them just in case,” I say.

  “Even though you were just dropping by the office?”

  “With you I never know what might come next.”

  “And that’s the way it will stay. You know you can trust me and count on me, but each and every day is going to be a surprise.”

  “I like surprises.”

  “And I like planning them for you.”

  “Just like today. This entire day has been incredible.”

  “You’re incredible, and you’re making it incredibly hard to keep my pants on,” he says, getting a smile from me as he reaches down and slides his legs out of his trousers.

  His cock pops up and down like the needle on a compass looking for due north as his underwear breaks free of his trousers.

  He’s in all black boxer briefs, the darkness to my light.

  He inserts his thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs and slides them down his legs, keeping his eyes focused on mine. I break eye contact first, needing to see his huge cock exposed. It’s thick and long and suits his muscular body perfectly, even though it seems extremely large. It’s bigger than even I could have imagined, and although I know it might take some time to get used to, I know I’m going to be happy that he’s well endowed as the night, and our time together, progresses.

  He slides up onto the bed, on his knees, lowering his body forward on top of me as he supports himself with his hands to the sides of me.

  I feel like a trapped animal, or better yet his prey. A meal he’s about to feast on. His aggressive body language turns me on, but I know he’s going to be gentle with me, at least at first.

  He lowers his body down even further, touching mine. I twitch at the way the hair on his chest feels against my hairless body. I’m with a real man, never that there was any doubt.

  His head lowers to mine, and our lips meet again. His lips are soft and his kisses are even softer. He’s not in a rush, and neither am I.

  We kiss and time floats by without a care in the world. At different points he’s lying next to me, his hands holding my face. At other points it’s my hands that take hold of his rough stubble and press his mouth harder into mine. He’s varying the speed and depth of ou
r kisses, but I appreciate that he’s doing so based on how my body responds. He’s so attentive and accommodating to everything I need and want, even when I don’t even know I need and want it. He’s reading me like an open book.

  I can feel my pussy dripping and I want him bad. This kissing has me beyond worked up and right about that time, his hand slowly glides up my spine, hitting all the right nerves, just before sliding underneath my bra. His index and middle fingers do a quick scissoring motion and my bra unhooks, relieving the tension from my shoulders and back.

  His hand reaches to the front of my bra, and he lifts it away from my body as I extend my hands towards him.

  “You are perfect.”

  “I’m not so sure about that,” I say.

  “I am absolutely sure, and I don’t want to hear any objections to what I know is the truth. Understand?”

  “Yes,” I say, my voice softening a little in response to the deepening of his already masculine words, which always fill the air with protective, gravely notes. He has that voice that sounds like he’s woke up after a rough night on the town, but he carries it all day and he doesn’t abuse alcohol. How me managed to get all the positives without the negatives is just another of the mysteries that make him, him.

  He takes my breast in his hand, circling it gently before squeezing it more firmly as he takes my entire areola in his mouth. He sucks on my nipple as I look down at him in the candlelight. I’m even more turned on watching how turned on I’m getting him. It’s flattering to know a small town girl without any experience can send this worldly man into a frenzy, just from one touch, one suck, one look.

  His other hand reaches around behind me and grabs my ass hard, so hard it lifts me up off the bed pressing me harder into him. He slides my panties down my legs and off, and his skin is quickly grinding against mine again. I can feel his rock hard cock grinding into me. I can make out his shaft and his tip. As great as it feels against me, I want to feel it inside me, but as his lips leave my nipple and trace a line down my body it becomes clear I’m going to have to wait a little bit longer.

  His hands grasp my waist hard as the tip of his tongue traces the outline of my pussy lips. His tongue is strong, pressing firmly against my skin, the sides of it grazing my outer lips causing me to exhale hard and grab onto his scalp with my fingertips, which are curling just as fast as my toes.

  His tongue traces back the path from which it came stopping at the bottom of my pussy, before he flattens it and runs it straight up my crease. My body shivers and trembles and my fingertips press even harder against his scalp.

  He obliges my signs of approval by dragging his tongue straight back down my crease before rounding his tongue making the tip stronger and shooting it straight up again with a quick lifting of his head. The combination of the tip of his tongue inside me, the outside of his tongue against my folds, and the grip he has on my hips send me to a quick release. I feel myself unload on his face, but he doesn’t stop.

  I can feel my wetness going everywhere, but it’s not running down my leg or ass at all, he’s licking up each and every last drop.

  He’s painting a masterpiece on my pussy with tongue, faster and faster like a crazed artist and his speed sends me right into a second release, and then a third.

  “I’m cumming!” I yell, but it’s already obvious as it’s my fourth climax in quick succession.

  All those years of wondering if maybe I wasn’t such a sexual person are quickly answered. I just never had the right man to get me started, or to finish the job. He’s both and a whole lot more.

  As much as I may be a naive girl I’m already completely certain that I’ll never find another man who can please me like he can, nor would I want to. The idea of looking never even came up. I know when I’ve got a good thing, and this is way beyond that. What we have may be fresh and new, but it’s definitely perfect and that’s all that matters.

  My trembles eventual settle into small aftershocks and he begins kissing his way back up my body before his lips find my mouth. I grab his face hard, kissing him deep as I feel the connection with the man who made me feel in a way that I’ve never felt before. The man who made me experience something so deep and enduring.

  “I want to feel you,” I say.

  “Good, because I need to feel you. To be inside you. To claim you. To take you for the first time, and to respect and accept what that responsibility entails. And it’s a responsibility that I don’t take lightly, just like our relationship.”

  Hearing him call it “our relationship” makes me feel even more romantic. It’s the perfect compliment to the steam, as his hands find the bed and he lifts himself from me.

  He grasps his cock in his hand and brings it to my lips, rubbing the head up and down through my folds, but not entering me. I slide down into him, but his hips are quicker, backing him up and away.

  “Not yet. Not until you can’t take it anymore.”

  “I can’t take it. I want it now.”

  “Wanting and needing are two different things,” he says.

  “I need it,” I say.

  “Show me,” he says.

  My hands shoot up off the bed and grab his hips, as I pull myself up and to him, sending his cock inside me.

  My mouth opens. “Uh…uh…uh!” I say as my stomach tightens and my eyes open wide. I feel my juices flow in-between my leg and onto the sheet underneath me.

  “Oh my god,” I say quickly, releasing my grip falling backwards.

  As soon as my head hits the pillow I feel his cock slide back inside me as his hips rotate in rhythm sending him in and out of me slowly. I can feel him opening me up, each and every nerve ending inside me experiencing his girth.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” he says. It’s not like him to curse, so I know he’s just as lost in this moment as I am, but I want to see the proof.

  “Fuck me harder,” I say, ignoring the fact that his dick is way too big for my pussy.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I say, grabbing the sheets as he picks up his speed. He reaches for the headboard, grabbing it for leverage as he continues thrusting. He’s letting me have it, but part of me knows he’s holding back, protecting me. In time I’ll take the whole shebang, but right now this is more than enough.

  “I’m cumming!” I scream when the friction from his cock becomes too much.

  “Uhhhhh!” he says, as I feel his warm load release deep inside me. I wasn’t prepared for the gift he had for me. Nothing could have prepared me for that feeling, and my entire world freezes for a second as I feel that thick gooey substance fill me.

  His dick feels like a canon firing over and over again inside me. Just when I think he’s done there’s more, until finally I’ve milked him completely dry.

  He collapses into a pile next to me. He’s breathing hard and I’m breathing harder.

  I thought waiting twenty-one years to experience this moment was long enough. After feeling what I just felt with him, I’d have waited an entire lifetime for a moment like this.

  CHAPTER 12

  Tamás

  P arking garage in 15 minutes? I read her text and smile.

  See you there.

  I had woken something deep from within this girl, just as she had with me.

  After that first rendezvous together we had been sneaking around day after day, doing our best not to get caught. Knock on wood. There had been a lot of close calls, but a quick straightening of our clothes here, a well timed text message there, and a number of other tricks we’d learned to master of the course of the summer had kept us from being discovered.

  Audrey had wisely suggested we not tell Tina what was going on. As much as I was all for communicating with my daughter, the case Audrey made made too much sense. They’d be working together all summer and it would complicate things in our personal and professional lives. Plus it gave us time to see how far we could take this relationship, even though I already knew just how far this relationship was going to go
. I was all in, and I knew she was too. I admired her maturity though, making sure to take things slow and make this work for everyone involved. The last thing we wanted to do was hurt anyone or wipe millions of dollars from our company’s balance sheet if clients pulled campaigns thinking there was something running amok at Pest Publishing.

  We’d gotten lucky that first weekend when Tina decided to head out of town spur of the moment with that boy she knew. He was throwing a big party that weekend and when Tina texted Audrey to join her Audrey replied she was still acclimating from the flight and would rather check out the city. It was the perfect alibi, and fortunately we had forgot to turn off our phones before the time the message came in allowing Audrey to respond in time to avoid rousing any suspicions.