Page 37 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I can’t do anything but watch him, mesmerized.
With his fingers glistening with my juices and his saliva, he urges me to open my mouth and then he slips them into my mouth. I oblige him by wrapping my tongue and sucking on them, wishing it was his cock I was sucking on instead.
His eyes close when I run my teeth up and down the digits and my own eyelids flutter as I watch him.
“Fuck!” he groans. “You are so hot.”
Saliva dribbles down my lips as I continue to lick him, my right hand slipping between my legs to feel the wetness still dripping there.
My breathing becomes labored as I watch him run his other hand down his muscular chest, his toned stomach, moving even lower and then finally he settles on himself, rubbing on the noticeable bulge on his sweatpants.
With a loud pop, I pull the fingers out of my mouth.
“I can help you with that,” I say, gesturing at his crotch.
He chuckles. “I know, baby. But if I let your mouth near me, I will blow within seconds. And then I will have to spend the rest of the night fucking you senseless trying to make up for it.”
“I don’t mind,” I answer breathlessly, rubbing my clit gently.
His eyes drift, settling between my legs, watching as I make my own body tremble.
“But I do. Plus you have some research on the resort to do tomorrow.”
“I don’t have to.” I counter. “Well, my dad might be disappointed if I don’t have anything to say that can help him with his investments. But who says I can’t spend the night with you and still do my job tomorrow.”
“I think we should take it slow.”
“Oh. Okay.” I can’t help the disappointment that spears through me. “In that case then—“
I scoot forward ready to get off the sink when he wraps his hand on my thigh holding me still.
“You don’t have to stop.”
“I don’t?”
“No.” His breathing is rugged once again. “I said I couldn’t have your mouth on me. I didn’t say anything about having my mouth on you.”
My blood immediately roars to life.
“In that case,” I use his words before parting my legs even wider. “Bon appetite.”
Jackson flashes a mischievous grin at me as he lowers his head again and it takes a long damn time before we get back to our respective beds for sleep.
***
I wake up feeling tired, languid but happy. I guess that is what multiple orgasms do to a girl. Yesterday was incredible, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have experienced it all.
Today I will talk to the manager of the resort and fill out a couple of questionnaires my dad sent me. I’m not one hundred percent sure what exactly he is trying to do. He just needs me to be kind of a mystery shopper, record the different hotels and resorts from the perspective of a regular guest, take photos of the rooms and fill out forms about the service and comfort.
The morning goes by so fast. I have not seen Jackson yet but I’m dying to kiss him and continue where we stopped last night.
Later that day I feel like I’m on my own honeymoon. Jackson and I kiss and touch each other all day. We behave like teenagers laughing about anything and everything and just enjoying every minute with each other. I almost feel like I am on drugs, on a love rush. Everything is just perfect.
Only one thing. We go to bed together and all I want is to sleep with him. But Jackson keeps his boundaries up.
“Amber, please let us take it slow,” he says.
“But why, Jackson? I want you so bad. And I can see, I can feel, that you want me, too.”
