Virgin Wanted (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sierra Cole Read Free Book Online

my touch. I watch her bite her lip and close her eyes as my fingers gently cup her breast, savoring its weight in my palm, my thumb now tracing slow and delicate circles around the puckered brown flesh of her small, rock hard nipple.
    She just can’t take it any longer; I watch another tremor pass powerfully through her body and then, a moment later, she lets out a soft low moan, which sounds as if it comes right from the very center of her.
    “God, your body’s absolutely perfect, Alisha,” I murmur, my senses filling with her: the floral innocence of her perfume intermingling with the unmistakable sweet musk of her dampening sex.
    I take a deep breath, relishing the pulsing silence that’s blooming between us now – because in this moment it feels as if the whole world had frozen stock still around us.
    I suck my breath deep into my lungs and hold it there, as I slowly trace my hand even further downwards, over her toned flat belly, and then finally between her legs, palm up, my fingertips brushing the silky fuzz of her pubic hair, then further downwards, registering the sheer heat and wetness that’s already seeping out from between her legs. I let my fingers gently part her hot swollen lips, then push a little ways inside her, feeling just how fucking tight she is ... And then all of a sudden she reaches out and grips my wrist, stopping me, her pretty eyes flashing open in a look of horror.
    “It’s okay,” I murmur, trying to put her at ease. “I know what I’m doing. I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
    She nods, slowly letting go of my wrist, and once again I start stroking her, right there between her legs, each brush of my fingertips causing another delicious shiver to run right through her, and of course more of that sweet warm nectar to pulse steadily from between her lips, thoroughly slicking and coating my fingers.
    “See how well your body responds?” I whisper, as my fingers move gently back and forth, back and forth, drawing out even more of that warm wetness that seems to ooze from the very center of her, bringing her slowly but surely towards a state of shivering light-headedness.
    I trace upwards now, flicking my fingertips gently over her hard, swollen bean of her clit, and all of a sudden she’s coming against my fingers, gasping and shuddering. To retain her balance, she throws her arms around my neck, still moaning softly, her whole body visibly shuddering, the pleasure still sweeping through her.
    Afterwards, I watch her blush and squirm with embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands.
    I laugh and shake my head. “There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of, Alisha,” I murmur softly. “Pleasure is something simply to be enjoyed.”
    “It’s just that I’ve never done that ... You know, in front of another man,” she explains, her voice still shaky. “I’ve hardly even done it on my own ...”
    “Good,” I reply with a smile. “In that case, I expect there to be plenty more firsts over the coming week, too.”

 

     
     
    Alisha
     
    I wake up for a moment unsure where I am. And then I remember: the events of last night spilling back into my head in such a crazy jumble, so unreal now that they could all be from a dream. I remember the last words he spoke to me, just before I left, and then how I gathered my clothes, quickly pulling them back on and somehow finding my way on my own through the crazy maze of bare white corridors and back to my room, my legs still so shaky from that pleasure that I wasn’t even slightly used to.
    I lie there for a while in my bed, enjoying the morning sunshine that’s finding its way in through the venetian blinds, unsure what to do, occasionally glancing at that telephone by my bed, and remembering Helena’s words – that I could call her for anything I wanted, anything at all ...
    I shake my head and push myself up on my elbows.
    Nope.
    Sorry Helena, but I’m just not that kind of girl.
    I’ve got this far by doing