Page 101 of The Forbidden Billionaire
He shouts something incomprehensible and then jerks, and his eyes open.
“Baby…” I rest a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. It’s Aurelia.”
His gaze comes to mine, and he blinks rapidly. “Fuck,” he says. He sits up and draws his knees up. Then he rests his elbows on them and puts his face in his hands.
“Sweetheart…” I get to my knees and put my arms around him. “It’s okay.” I kiss his hair, his face, his jaw, and finally, as he lowers his hands, his mouth. To my relief, he lets me, sinking his hands into my hair and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
I want to help, to take away his pain, but I don’t know how. I’m no therapist, and I have no idea whether it’s better to try to encourage him to talk about it, or whether that’ll only make it worse. Instead, I just kiss him, delving my tongue into his mouth, trying to use my body to show him everything’s okay, and he’s warm and safe and loved.
Tightening his arms around me, he tips backward, onto the pillows, bringing me with him. I stretch out along him, and he groans and slides his hands down to the bottom of the tee I’m wearing, finds his way beneath the hem, and then strokes up my back.
“Take this off,” he instructs, and I sit up as he lifts it up over my head and tosses it away. I lower back down and kiss him again, while he brushes his fingers over my body, exploring all its curves. “You’re so soft,” he whispers. “So beautiful.”
My eyes prick with tears, but I hold them back and continue to kiss him. This time, he’s less hesitant to show his desire, his tongue thrusting against mine, while his hands slide down to my bottom and squeeze the muscles there.
I lift my head and tug at his boxer-briefs. “You want to get these off?”
“Not yet.” He taps his mouth. “You promised me.”
“Oh!” Luckily, he can’t see me blush in the darkness.
He moves down the pillows a bit and makes himself comfortable. Well, I’m not going to say no. I move up the bed and lift a knee over him, then lower myself down onto his mouth, his hands guiding me.
He gives a long, satisfied groan as I settle, and I feel his tongue slide through my sensitive skin. Ohhh… that feels good…
I murmur as he circles the tip of his tongue around my clit, then moan when he covers it with his mouth and sucks. He tries different things, using his tongue, lips, and fingers, exploring me gently, trying to see what kind of pressure and movement I like. I let him know what feels good with sighs and moans, and eventually I can’t stop my hips from moving, which he seems to like, judging by his deep groans.
He lifts his hands to my breasts and plays with my nipples for a while, and, unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long before I feel pressure building inside me.
“Oh,” I say, “oh, oh, ohhh…”
He fastens his mouth on my clit and sucks, and that does it—I come hard, clenching around his fingers as he slides them inside me. He holds me with one arm across my thighs like an iron bar, and I hang onto the headboard for dear life as the pulses wash over me. Oooh, that feels good… I tremble and shudder, then lift off with a squeal as it becomes too sensitive, and fall onto my back on the bed.
Luke lifts up and moves over me, braced on his hands as he looks down at me. “You okay?”
“Mmm. I’m fabulous.”
He smiles and gets rid of his boxer-briefs. Then he moves on top of me. I pull up my knees, and he strokes the tip of hiserection down until he’s pressing against my entrance. Slowly, he slides inside me, as gently as he can, his gaze fixed on mine.
“Mmm,” I say again, wrapping my legs around his hips.
He moves back and pushes forward, deeper this time. I close my eyes in bliss. I know he’s watching me, afraid of hurting me, but I can’t do anything except moan as he gives a few shallow thrusts.
“That feels so good,” I whisper.
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Ohhh… more…”
He groans and thrusts a bit harder, and I lock my ankles behind his back, encouraging him.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Aurelia…”
“Yes,” I tell him, “fuck me, baby.”
Still braced on his hands, he looks down at me as he thrusts, and gradually his body relaxes as he realizes he’s not going to hurt me. I feel incredibly turned on as he moves inside me. Pleasure is building within me again, and I moan repeatedly, trying to let him know that it feels good.
Just as I think I could come again, he pauses and withdraws, then murmurs, “Turn over.”
