BILLIONAIRE (Part 7) by Juliette Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

curls with unassuming,
feather-light touches.  I loved how gentle he was, how careful, exposing me
completely.  I wanted him to see me like this: naked, open, ready.  I wanted to
live and die just like this, as his.  “How’s this?” he asked, and there was a
light smile in his voice.
    “Very,
very good.”
    His
touch traveled higher, stroking my stomach, moving to my breasts, which he
began to knead and gently squeeze.  I arched against his hand and he gave me
what I wanted, pinching my nipples lightly between his fingers, rolling them
and tugging them into tight, achy little pleasure-points.  My legs parted
further.  My pussy pulsed with each delicate pull as his hands expertly coaxed
the desire higher.
    My
eyes were open now, my hands lightly gripping his arms.  “I thought of you all
day.  I missed you so much.  I wanted you.”
    My
words affected him, I could see this.  The pain I’d caused him was written all
over his body language, from the enduring worry in his eyes to the tense set of
his shoulders.  I vowed to peel back every layer of his anxiety, to soothe it
and right it.  “I’m here now,” he said.  “I’ll do anything you want me to do. 
You should know that by now.”
    I
thought he might deny me, thinking me too tired or ill.  “Anything?”
    “Tell
me what you want.”
    “Make
me forget everything but you.  All I want is you.”
    “I’m
yours, honey girl.  All yours.  Only yours.”
    “Kiss
me, Alexander.  Kiss me.  I want to feel your mouth on me.”
    Alexander
didn’t hesitate.  He kneeled down, lacing my leg around his neck as he lowered
his mouth to me.  Before he touched me, he blew a light breath onto my humid,
wanting flesh.  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, blowing onto me again.  My
sex clenched with anticipation.  He was so close.  My body was greedy for him,
for the touch of his soft, hungry, perfect mouth.  “All I want to do is love
you.”
    “Yes. 
Please love me, Alexander.  Please touch me.”
    “How
do you want me to touch you, Lila?” he said, holding my legs open, licking a
teasing, barely-there kiss.  The touch sent a wash of deep, electric heat into
my belly.  “Like this?”
    My
hands were fisted in his hair and he eased them back down to my sides.
    “Relax,
honey,” he crooned.  “I promise you.  I’ll give you everything you ask for. 
Everything.  Lie back and relax.  Let me take care of you.  Let me kiss you.”
    I
obeyed him, unclenching my fists, allowing him to take his time.  The loll of
the limousine’s movement calmed me further.  He must have ordered his driver to
cruise for a while.  Or else the driver had figured it out for himself.  The
outside world hardly mattered to me.  I was cocooned in the luxury my dream
lover provided.  All thoughts evaporated into feeling as Alexander’s tongue
found me, lapping gently, sending a surge of warm bliss through my sex that
just about blew my mind.  He dipped a fluttering lick into me, then touched his
tongue to my clit in a pressing caress that took me to the edge of insanity. 
“Or like this?” he said huskily.
    “Yes.  Yes.   Like that.  Just like that.  Oh, please.”
    His
slow lick was deeper, touching a sublime, unbelievably sensitive place.  The
tension in my body was laced with the sweet release I knew was coming.  The
beauty was rising up.  And Alexander’s tongue nudged blissfully against my
clit, pushing me into an orgasm so intense I cried out, rocking against him as
his tongue stayed there , where I needed him to be, suckling and nudging
and prolonging the ecstasy as I writhed in a feast of voluptuous, undulating
pleasure.
    “That’s
my girl,” he said.  “That’s my Lila.  I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll
never want to run from me again.”
    Through
the lingering waves of my climax, his comment struck a chord.  I didn’t ever
want to run from Alexander again.  Now that he understood what drove me and
what