Page 44 of Billionaire Hunt

He pulled away from me then and just stared at me as he traced a finger over my lower lip. I was nervous and I could tell that he knew.

I licked my lips and his eyes followed the movement.

“Nervous?” he asked, as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I could only nod as his dark eyes studied mine.

He rid me of my clothes excruciatingly slowly, taking his time to caress my body, touch me softly, dare I say even lovingly?

I was writhing in pleasure and I wanted him badly. His gentle touch, his warm kisses, the feel of his member hard and ready against my thigh had me begging him for completion.

I wanted him badly. I needed him. I needed him to complete me. I hadn’t expected foreplay...or gentleness...after all, this was just lust, right? Just sex for him...then why as he brought his lips back to mine was I only thinking about how much I wanted this...us...to last forever?

Against my better judgment, the words I had been holding in so long, slipped out in a whisper, “I love you.”

He had been busy kissing me and I had known that just before that moment he had been ready to push inside me to take what he wanted, to feel my wetness around his shaft. But instead he stopped and I lay there with my legs spread wide trying to catch my breath. But I could see it in his eyes. He hesitated to take me because he must have heard my words. He swore to himself and bent down to pick up my shirt. “You need to leave,” he said, unceremoniously dumping the shirt in my hands.

I suddenly felt hollow inside and of course we began to fight. I didn’t know how things had gotten so bitter and emotional between us, but all I knew was that I couldn’t do this anymore. It was time to tell him exactly how I felt.

“We can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore,” I said, feeling desperate.

“Misha---”

“What? What do you want now, Erik?” I’ve given you everything, everything that I have, I thought to myself.

Without hesitation, he answered, “You.”

He gathered me in his arms.

I shook my head against his chest and pushed him away, but he didn’t let me go. “I can’t do this, all of this, without you knowing how I feel about you. I love you, Erik. Whether you accept it or not, whether you love me back or not, I’ve fallen for you. And I love you. I’m not scared to say it.” I took a shaky breath and realized that I was crying. “At least not anymore.”

He looked down at me, studying my eyes. He didn’t say a word as his mouth closed over mine. His kiss was so soft, yet so passionate at the same time. My knees felt weak, my legs were like jelly under me, his kiss so powerful that I could barely stand.

I guess he noticed because he picked me up and laid me on the area rug in front of his bedroom fireplace. He pushed the coffee table out of the way and kneeled in front of me. He buried his head between my legs and parted my thighs with his hands. He licked me and fingered me at the same time, getting my sex ready again for his entry.

I unabashedly spread my legs further apart, granting him better access. He continued to finger me, but his tongue this time began to lick circles around my clit, not actually touching it, just teasing it so it would come out of hiding. And when it finally did he licked it softly and my hips lifted as I cried out in pleasure.

“Erik!”

He slid up next to me and began to stroke my face as his other hand expertly played with my clit. He kissed me as he did it, again with the soft, gentle kisses and he never broke eye contact with me as he lay on his side facing me, bringing me pleasure I’d never experienced before.

I came then, staring into his eyes, the force of my orgasm radiating from my center, but so powerful I had to close my eyes to experience the fullness of it as my blood seemed to rush to head. My orgasm was so strong, so intense that the aftermath made my head hurt.

And it was then that he climbed on top of me.

“You sure? Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?” he asked as he rubbed his cock against my wet folds...my sex was still pulsating and I wondered if I would die from all the pleasure.

“I’m sure,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. I pulled his lips down to mine as he easily slid inside me. I moaned against his lips as he stayed still inside me. Even though he didn’t move my sex was still tightening and pulsing around him, echoes of my previous orgasm still present. But I wanted more and so when he didn’t immediately start moving, I pressed my heels into his buttocks, lifted my hips and began to maneuver his cock in and out of me.

“Keep going, it’s all yours, sweetheart,” he said, before kissing me again and running his hand down the side of my thighs.

I did as I was told, but I couldn’t get him deep enough. “Please, Erik...please...I need more.”

He began to move then and his eyes lit up in pleasure before he buried his head in my shoulder. My hips lifted with each of his thrusts and my pussy greedily locked around his shaft, gripping his cock so that he would stay in deep. I was already coming as he thrust deeper and deeper into me.

“Erik! Don’t stop! Erikkkkkk!” I screamed over and over again. I began to grind my hips with his after each thrust, trying to get him deeper while luxuriating in the feel of him stretching me, filling me, loving me.

And with that thought, my body began to spasm again and Erik kissed my collarbone where his head was buried and kept thrusting into me, deeper, faster, harder. I had to brace my hands against the wall to keep from hurting my head against it, as each of his thrusts, pushed me backward. It would have hurt if I weren’t so wet and ready for him.

And to my surprise I began coming again, reaching orgasm so quickly, I wasn’t prepared for the burst of pleasure that seized me. And then with one last grunt, he thrust deep into me and held himself there, suspended in pleasure as he emptied his seed into me. I shook and wrapped my arm around his back, as his warmth filled me. I was still having spasms, my orgasm still causing my sex to tighten and relax around Erik’s thick shaft.