Page 42 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

“It’s about to get better.”

He slid down her body until his head was level with her belly and his hands were on her inner thighs. His tongue circled her belly button as he pressed her legs apart. “Does it turn you on, not being able to see what I’m doing? Not knowing where I’ll touch you next? Whether I’ll use my hands or my mouth?”

She moistened her lips and nodded.

That was all the invitation he needed. He didn’t waste any time tasting her intimately, using the entire length of his tongue to devour her in long, slow strokes.

“So wet,” he murmured against her, adding a finger, then two, moving them in and out as he sucked on her sweet spot. “So tight.”

She writhed beneath him.

He raised his head and let his eyes roam up her body, soaking in every lush, lovely inch of her. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she panted, pressing her hips up to meet his probing fingers. “I want that, too.”

He rolled off her and reached for a condom on the bedside table. In seconds, he’d rolled it on and was back on top of her, his aching dick poised at her entrance.

“Now.” She hooked one leg around his waist. “Please, now.”

He stared down at her, watching her face as he slid inside her. His hips began to move, and Brooke wrapped both legs around him, urging him forward.

Eli pushed into her, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She met each thrust with a move of her own, bucking and writhing underneath him. Her nipples brushed against his chest, and his jaw clenched as he gradually picked up the pace. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as he plunged into her over and over, withdrawing every so often to tease her with the head of his cock before thrusting into her again.

He stilled with his cock buried deep inside her. “Tell me what you need.”

“You know what I need.” The edge in her voice made his balls tighten.

“Maybe.” He swept a hand up her body to cup one breast, brushing his fingers over the nipple and watching it harden. “But I’d still like to hear it. You know, to be sure I’m getting it right.”

“Oh, you’re getting it right.” She let her head fall back against the pillow, extending the long line of her neck. “Trust me.”

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment with the same result. “Tell me.”

“Jerk.”

“Yeah.” He removed his hand and stared down at her as she undulated against him, willing him with her body to finish her off. “But I’m the jerk that’s going to give you what you need.”

She let out a stifled moan.

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” he teased, reaching up and flicking one end of the tie covering her eyes. “You didn’t have any trouble asking me to blindfold you.”

“Fine, you win.” Her head thrashed from side to side. “I need to come. Like, now.”

“Ask, and you shall receive.”

He moved inside her again, leaning back enough so he could watch his cock disappear and reappear. There was nothing more erotic than seeing them connected in the most intimate way possible. When he felt her start to spasm around him, he reached down and whipped off the necktie.

She turned her head and buried her face in the pillow.

“Don’t hide from me.” He brought a hand to her face and turned it back to him. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you come. They get all wide and dreamy, and your mouth forms this perfect little “o,” like you’re surprised every time it happens. It’s a huge fucking turn-on.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking up at him as she trembled and shook with the force of her orgasm. He followed right after, spilling his own release inside her. When he was done, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. She laid her head on his shoulder, the rapid rise and fall of her chest gradually slowing as she recovered.

“So, now I know.” One leg tangled with his.

His breath caught at the openly possessive move. “Know what?”

“What all the fuss is about.” She sighed and snuggled into him. “You were right. It does heighten all the other senses.”