Restless Billionaire by Abby Green Read Free Book Online Page A

enough for now. I won’t be able to go slowly
if you keep doing that….’
                 When
he’d seen her hennaed hand encircle him and felt the wet touch of her tongue,
Sebastian had feared for his control when he’d never had to worry about it
before. But something about the way she’d so innocently looked at him with such
blatant hunger and had then bent down, giving him an enticing view of the curve
of her waist and buttocks, had nearly sent him into
orbit.
                 He
took her hand again and led her to the bed, reaching out to a drawer nearby for
protection as he did. He donned it with almost indecent haste and gently pushed
her back onto the bed. Seeing her laid there, all curves, peaks and dark dips
and hollows, he had to curb an animalistic instinct to brand this woman as his
in the most primal way. All sense of urbanity was a mere illusion, and he
struggled to claw back control. He bent down, over her, and took her face in
his hands and kissed her passionately, exulting when her hands crept around his
back and she kissed him with equal fervour.
                 Their
bodies touched from head to toe, and Aneesa could have wept with relief when
she felt Sebastian’s heavy weight over her. She could feel him thrust one leg
between hers, his hair-roughened thigh chafing exquisitely against her soft
inner thighs, his erection between them.
                 Then
he drew back and this time explored her ,
with a thoroughness that had her all but melting into a puddle on the bed. With
his mouth on her breast, sucking a hard nipple deep, and his hand between her
legs, fingers stroking and exploring her hot wetness, she was all but crying
out for some elusive fulfilment she’d never craved before.
                 Time
and reality had been reduced to this man and this room and this aching
burgeoning feeling inside her, so when Sebastian moved over her more fully and
settled between her legs, she instinctively opened up to him as much as she
could.
                 ‘Are
you ready?’
                 She
nodded, incapable of speech. And when she felt his blunt head thrust into her,
she held in a gasp at the intrusive sensation. Sebastian was infinitely
patient, going so slowly that she arched her back and hips towards him, making
him curse softly.
                 He
thrust again and she felt a stinging hot pain for a second but it was
obliterated when she felt him slide even deeper inside her, causing her to move
her hips experimentally. A delicious coil of sensation was building which was
heightened when Sebastian started to move in and out. It rose higher and higher
until she was panting in his arms, head back and eyes open wide as he took her
on a journey of discovery of her own body.
                 She
barely heard another muffled curse as his movements became more urgent and with
a guttural groan she felt him tense for a long moment before his whole body
collapsed over hers.
                 Aneesa
was still trembling on the cusp of something that felt huge and momentous, but
clearly Sebastian was finished. He was slumped over her now, breathing heavily,
and she felt curiously dissatisfied, but also inordinately tender, stroking his
back, even as she dimly wondered if this was what all the fuss was about.
                 A
sense of disappointment rushed through her despite her attempts to block it out—what
had she hoped for after all? Singing angels and blasting trumpets? She had no
experience to call on….
                 Sebastian
lifted his head then and looked down at her. He grimaced. ‘I’m sorry about that….’
                 Aneesa
blinked up at him. He was still hard inside her and it was difficult to
concentrate when they were so intimately joined. ‘Sorry … for what?’
                 He
shook his head. ‘That’s never happened to me before—I’ve never lost