Page 55 of Billionaire's Desire
“You’re welcome.”
Her beautiful brunette hair perfectly frames her face.
God! She is so fucking beautiful.
I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking, what she wants.
Maybe by some miracle, she wants what I want, too.
“Hey,” I say, stepping closer to the bed.
“Hi,” she replies, her voice quiet.
We sit on the bed facing each other, and I can sense that she’s nervous. It breaks my heart to see her like this and I want to make things right.
“I’m sorry I left like that,” she says, looking down at her hands.
“It’s okay,” I reply. “I just want you to know that you can talk to me. You don’t have to be scared around me.”
“I know.”
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart.”
Her eyes bulge out at my endearment.
“The thing is... I’m a virgin,” she says, her voice barely audible. “And when things started to get more... intense, I got really scared.”
I’m surprised by her confession, but more than anything, I feel concerned for her. “You didn’t have to be scared. We could have taken things slow, at your pace.”
“I know, but... I just couldn’t help it,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes.
I pull her into a hug, holding her tightly. “It’s okay. We’ll take things slow. We don’t have to rush anything.”
We sit there in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts. Then I pull away slightly, looking at her with a smile.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my heart racing.
She nods, and I lean in slowly, my lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
As we kiss, I can feel her body start to relax, her fears and anxieties melting away. I pull her closer, running my fingers through her hair, and I feel a surge of desire run through me.
I want her, but more than that, I want her to feel safe and loved. So I take things slow, letting her set the pace.
Eventually, we pull away, both of us gasping for breath. I look at her, and I can see the desire and tenderness in her eyes.
“I want you,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck baby, I want to make you feel so good. But only if you’re ready.”
She nods, and I can see the blush rising to her cheeks. “I’m ready,” she says, her voice shaking slightly.
“Are you sure? You know you can ask me to stop at any time.”
She leans down and takes my lip in her mouth, sucking gently, “I want to feel good. I want you to make me feel good.”
I smile at her, pulling her into my arms once again. “We’ll take it slow,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“Okay,” she breathes out.
I lay her down, push her hair off her neck.
